That is putting the shoe on the other foot. They intended to burn me, but they are now charcoal. But they are out of my way, and I am out their scalps. That makes 99. Now for the Neversink, Muswink and 100.
A few days after this a number of farmers were assembled at Decker’s tavern, among which were the Cuddebacks, Gumaers and Swartwouts discussing a horse race that had taken place but a few days before, when Muswink suddenly appeared. Ugh! Ugh! here you all be; come and drink with the Indian that killed and scalped old Tom Quick. Come along, all of you. The war is over and the hatchet is buried.
Don’t to be too sure of that, said Gumaer. His son, Tom, still lives, and with him the hatchet will never be buried until he has your scalp.
Ugh! Tom Quick take my scalp? When he does, he is welcome to it, replied Muswink.
I understand that he is in the neighborhood and is likely to drop in here at any moment, said Cuddeback.
Let him drop, said Muswink. I can handle him as easy as I did his father.
Maybe not, said Swartwout. You had the first shot then. He may get the first now.
Never, replied the savage. Muswink always ready. Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Here he comes now.
At this moment Tom enters the door and Muswink salutes him: Ugh! He looks just like his father.