The red wizard, or, the cave captive

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CHAPTER I.
THE YOUNG SQUAW.
Ef yer strike that gal, by ther heavings erbove I'll send er bullet through yer skull or bury my knife in yer heart, and the speaker's demeanor told that the words were not idle ones.
You are uncommonly tender of a squaw! was the sneering reply, though the man drew back and restored the hatchet he had drawn to his belt.
Am I? and his black eyes flashed fire.
Yes, for I have heard that you trappers and scouts make it a point to kill every Indian you come across.
It may be the case with some, but it hain't my way, man. When it comes ter fightin' I always try ter do my share of ther killin', but murder in cold blood ain't in my line. No, sir! An' what's more, no man ain't er goin' ter do it while I am erround, without he calkerlates ter fight with Wash Lawton.
Lawton is right and you wrong, Parsons, said a third man, breaking in upon the conversation. The squaw has done us no injury, and the wholesale butchery that so many appear to delight in, is not only against reason but the most common humanity.
Yes, I know I'm right, answered the confident scout. Ef it war er spy now, and thar war er party of Injuns out-lyin' eround, ther case would be different. But this am er gal, and er young and pooty one fer her tribe, and I hain't goin' ter see her erbused, nohow.
And I am on your side, chimed in the physician.