Blazing Arrow: A Tale of the Frontier

War Chief Series, No. 2.
AUTHOR OF BOY PIONEER SERIES, DEERFOOT SERIES, LOG CABIN SERIES, ETC., ETC.
PHILADELPHIA HENRY T. COATES & CO. 1900
Copyright, 1899, by HENRY T. COATES & CO.
I'll follow him to the right, and you, Larry, go to the left; we'll have him then, sure.
All right; it's mesilf that will bate ye, fur all ye're the swiftest runner in Kintucky.
There isn't a minute to lose; move faster, Larry!
Do you attind to your own business, and lave Larry Murphy to himsilf.
The words were uttered quickly, for the two youths were eager and excited. They had caught sight of an enormous bear a few minutes before, as he lumbered into the canebrake in the direction of the torrent which swept furiously toward the Ohio. The young Irishman happened to be a few paces in advance of his companion, Wharton Edwards, and took a flying shot at the brute. Whether he struck him or not was uncertain. The probabilities were that, despite his skill with the rifle, he only scratched his bulky body, or missed him altogether. Before Wharton could bring his weapon to bear, bruin was beyond reach for the time.
It was at this juncture that the fleet-footed youth bounded to the side of his Irish friend and urged him to hurry to the left, while he circled in the other direction. One of them must head off the game, and it mattered little which did it provided it was done.
Larry Murphy was as ardent in his pursuit as his comrade, and was hopeful of getting the prize away from him. Pausing, therefore, only long enough to exchange the words quoted, he was off like a deer.
That young man houlds a high opinion of himsilf, he muttered, as he crashed forward, and I've saan worse fellys than Whart Edwards. He can bate all creation running, but I'm hoping that he may thrip his feet so as to give mesilf a show——