That blamed redskin took my tobacco.
It's lucky I had some in my other pack.

I'd like to meet him again; also Silvertip and that brute Girty." "My lad, don't make such wishes," said Colonel Zane, earnestly.

"You were indeed fortunate to escape, and I can well understand your feelings.

There is nothing I should like better than to see Girty over the sights of my rifle; but I never hunt after danger, and to look for Girty is to court death." "But Wetzel---" "Ah, my lad, I know Wetzel goes alone in the woods; but then, he is different from other men.

Before you leave I will tell you all about him." Colonel Zane went around the corner of the cabin and returned with a live coal on a chip of wood, which Joe placed in the bowl of his pipe, and because of the strong breeze stepped close to the cabin wall.