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The Last of the Mohicans

mongrel Mohawk knows where to find them too well to
be my companion.’
‘Think you so?’ said Heyward, leaning forward in the
saddle, and dropping his voice nearly to a whisper; ‘I

confess I have not been without my own suspicions,
though I have endeavored to conceal them, and affected a
confidence I have not always felt, on account of my
companions. It was because I suspected him that I would
follow no longer; making him, as you see, follow me.’
‘I knew he was one of the cheats as soon as I laid eyes
on him!’ returned the scout, placing a finger on his nose,
in sign of caution.
‘The thief is leaning against the foot of the sugar
sapling, that you can see over them bushes; his right leg is
in a line with the bark of the tree, and,’ tapping his rifle, ‘I
can take him from where I stand, between the angle and
the knee, with a single shot, putting an end to his
tramping through the woods, for at least a month to come.
If I should go back to him, the cunning varmint would
suspect something, and be dodging through the trees like a
frightened deer.’
‘It will not do. He may be innocent, and I dislike the
act. Though, if I felt confident of his treachery—‘

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