"
"Be careful, be careful, my good friend, and do not linger so," said
the girl, nearly beside herself with excitement, "and let us stop
talking."
"Yaw, I bees careful! I ain't talking. It bees you all de time dat is
making de noise. I knows better dan for to make noise, when dey might
hear. Doesn't you fink I does?"
"Yes, yes, yes."
"I'm glad dat you t'inks so. I knowed a gal once; she was a good 'eal
like you; Annie Stanton was her name; she had a feller dat was a good
'eal like de Lieutenant, and dey didn't t'ink I knowed much, but dey
found dey was mistaken. Don't you b'lieve dey did?"
"Yes, yes--but you are talking all the while."
"Dat ish so--I doesn't talk no more."
Finally, the impression reached the brain of Hans Vanderbum that he was
making rather more noise than was prudent, and he resolutely sealed his
lips--so resolutely that, being compelled to breathe through his
nostrils, Miss Prescott feared that the noise thus made was more
dangerous than had been his indulgence in conversation. She endeavored
to warn him, but he firmly refused to hear, waddling ahead, his huge
form stumbling and lumbering forward like a young elephant just
learning to walk. The moon being directly before them, his massive
shoulders were clearly outlined against the sky, when the woods were
open enough to permit an unobstructed entrance to its light. A dozen
yards from the wigwam, and the two were clear of the Shawnee village,
their only danger being from any wandering Indian whom they might
chance to meet.
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