On the Kentucky Frontier: A Story of the Fighting Pioneers of the WestOtis, James
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On the Kentucky Frontier: A Story of the Fighting Pioneers of the West
Otis, James
United States -- History -- Revolution, 1775-1783 -- Juvenile fiction
"I hope never to use this 'ere piece again if I didn't. The sneak has
been wrigglin' his way toward us for the last ten minutes, an' I only
waited to let him believe he was keepin' his red carcass out of sight,
although I marked it plainly from the instant he started."
"Have you seen the others?"
"Yes, now an' then through the bushes; but not in such a fashion as I
wanted in order to get a good aim. They've camped down somewhere near
that big gum tree yonder, needin' rest as much as we did, I reckon."
"How long have I been asleep?"
"Three hours or more."
"Then it's time you took a turn at it," and I rose to my feet, Paul
rising up at the same time.
Simon Kenton insisted that we lie down again; but it was to me as if the
repose had been sufficiently long, so thoroughly was I awakened, and
after a short discussion he did as I suggested.
It is needless for me to set down all that was done or said during the
remainder of this long day.
Kenton slept a full four hours, and during that time we had fired twice
at the skulking reptiles as they flitted from one tree to another,
feeling certain that some of the bullets had taken effect.
Then the scout ordered us to get more sleep, nor would he listen to my
assertions that I was fully recovered from the fatigue which had beset
me so sorely.
"You have another long race before you, an' stand in need of more sleep
if you count on holdin' such a pace as I shall set from the goin' down
of the sun till it rises again."
"How long do you expect bein' able to keep up such a flight?" Paul asked
quietly, as if it was a matter in which he had no great interest.
"So far we seem to be doin' rather better than holdin' our own, an' I
reckon we'd best keep up the game. At least three of the painted snakes
are feelin' the worse for havin' begun this little chase, an' we're as
sound as ever."
It was on my tongue's end to say that we could not hope for the same
good fortune during another night of racing through the forest when it
was too dark to distinguish anything not directly in our path; but I
checked myself in time, for no good could come of speaking dispiriting
words while we were in such a desperate situation.
We two lads lay down again to sleep, in accordance with Kenton's
command; but were aroused for a few moments when the scout discharged
his rifle, and I heard him mutter to himself:
"That makes the fourth to-day, an' if we can keep up this play two
nights more, they may come to believe that the game is not worth the
candle."
Sleepily I thought we might find before many hours had passed that all
the shooting was not to be done by us; but the idea was no more than in
mind when my eyes closed again, and I was not conscious of the
surroundings until Kenton shook me roughly.
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