Summary

The Boy Hunters of Kentucky

He saw he was at the mercy of his foe, who he did not believe would spare his life for a dozen seconds.
"Arowaka, you're mine!" said Jack, slowly rising to his feet, but keeping his gun levelled.
The words seemed to rouse the senses of the Indian youth, who dropped his bow, folded his arms, and, throwing his shoulders back as he faced his conqueror, said in a low, firm voice--
"Arowaka ready! He die like warrior!"
There was a heroism in the pose and words of the youthful Wyandot which thrilled Jack Gedney.
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The Boy Hunters of Kentucky

Bruin was hit hard, but for a time at least he was as strong as ever, while his rage was the more intensified.
He reached out both ponderous paws to seize Jack, who, had he been caught, would have received a hug sufficient to crush all the bones in his body to a pulp; but with a dexterity and coolness wonderful in one of his years, he dropped down, so that the paws clasped vacancy over his head, and, darting to one side, he made a dash to the nearest sapling.
When the animal turned to see what had become of his victim, he observed him dashing off in a full run.
Source: Gutenberg

The Boy Hunters of Kentucky

You must not forget, too, that he carried his new rifle, and that made him feel secure.
A youngster in the situation of Jack may do a good deal of thinking as he walks briskly along, but, if he has been rightly trained he always keeps his wits about him. So it was that his eyes and ears were always open. He stepped as lightly as an Indian, peering as far ahead as he could in the gloom, glancing from side to side and behind him, and now and then halting for a moment to catch any sound that might fall on his ear.
Source: Gutenberg

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