"Who hangs upon our palisadoes?" called Eben Dudley. "Speak, that we do
not harm a friend!"
The wood itself was not more immovable than the dark object, until the
report of the borderer's musket was heard, and then it came tumbling to
the earth like an insensible mass.
"Fallen like a stricken bear from his tree! Life was in it, or no bullet
of mine could have loosened the hold!" exclaimed Dudley, a little in
exultation as he saw the success of his aim.
"I will go forward, and see that he is past----"
The mouth of young Mark, was stopped by the hand of the stranger, who
calmly observed--
"I will look into the fate of the heathen, myself." He was about to
proceed to the spot, when the supposed dead, or wounded man, sprang to his
feet, with a yell that rang in echoes along the margin of the forest, and
bounded towards the cover of the buildings, with high and active leaps.
Two or three muskets sent their streaks of flame across his path, but
seemingly without success. Jumping in a manner to elude the certainty of
their fire, the unharmed savage gave forth another yell of triumph, and
disappeared among the angles of the dwellings.
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