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The Devil’s Own

CHAPTER XXVIII
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None of them alive ?" "I reckon not--cudn't be hacked up like thet, an' most o' 'em skelped.
Them reds never left a damn gun behind neither.

Why say, this affair must a took place this yere very maunin', 'bout breakfast time." He stood up in his stirrups, and swept his eyes anxiously about in every direction.
"Good Lord! maybe we better be gittin' 'long out o' yere right smart.
Thar ain't nuthin' ter stay fer; we can't help them ded men none, an' only the devil himself knows whar them Injuns hav' gone.

Yer git the gurls away afore they see whut's yere--down yonder, inter the valley." I took one more glance at the sight, fascinated by its very horror, then wheeled my terrified horse, and rode back.

Heartless as his words sounded, they were nevertheless true.

We could be of no aid to the dead, while upon us yet rested the duty of guarding the living.


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