Ugh! Tom Quick take my scalp? When he does, he is welcome to it, replied Muswink. I understand that he is in the neighborhood and is likely to drop in here at any moment, said Cuddeback. Let him drop, said Muswink. I can handle him as easy as I did his father. Maybe not, said Swartwout. You had the first shot then. He may get the first now. Never, replied the savage. Muswink always ready. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Here he comes now. At this moment Tom enters the door and Muswink salutes him: Ugh! He looks just like his father. Tom was exasperated and seized a chair, but was prevented from striking him by those present. Muswink continued: Look Tom, I will show you what a pretty face the old man made when I jerked his scalp off. (Here Muswink made hideous grimaces.) Wan’t that a pretty face for an old man to make. I wonder if his son can beat it. Scoundrel, exclaimed Tom, raising a chair. Stop, said Gumaer. No blood shed here. Let him come, said Muswink. I can pull off his shirt as easily as I did his father’s sleeve buttons. Tom, do you know these buttons? (Showing them.) Do you know that I tore them from his shirt the same time I did the scalp from his head. Tom could control his feelings no longer and sprang for a gun that was hanging over the fire-place, cocked it and presented it at the breast of Muswink, exclaiming, March! March, where? said the frightened Indian. This was the first that he had realized his danger. He read his doom in Tom’s countenance. March! Tom repeated for the second time. Muswink leaves the house closely followed by Tom with the gun at his shoulder ready to shoot in case his victim attempted to escape. Tom drove him down the road that leads from Cuddebackville to Carpenter’s Point. There in a thick cluster of pines Muswink turns toward Tom and said: Tom, would you shoot me? Yes, replied Tom, you shot my father. But, Tom, the war is over and peace is declared. Tom raised his rifle and exclaimed in a stentorian voice: The war is not over but still rages in my breast, and peace will not be declared until you die. Die, dog, die. Tom’s gun spoke and was heard at Decker’s tavern, and at that same instant Muswink went to the Spirit World. Tom silently viewed his corpse for a few minutes and then exclaimed: Vengeance is satisfied. I swore to drive the last red skin from the Delaware Valley. I swore to spare none. I swore to kill the old man with silver hair, the lisping babe without teeth; the mother quick with child; and the maid in the bloom of youth. I have done it. The valley is clear. The Indians have gone west or to the Spirit World. There lies the last of his accursed race. Dog, I will not dirty my fingers with his scalp. I will leave his body to be cooked and dried by the sun, and the scalp to be torn from his head by the wolves. I will now return to the mountains and talk with my father’s spirit. Tom Quick was not destined to fall by the hand of his Indian foes, nor to be successfully captured by white men.