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"Are you wounded? I beg you permit ing and dressing of cuts"

His eyes rested upon me with all the tenderness of a woman

"I truly thank you, Monsieur, but it is beyond your skill to aid e nature, which God aloneblack robe as he spoke, andto uration--two fleshless limbs, one without even the semblance of a foot, merely a blackened, charred stump rested on the rock floor

"Mother of God!" I sobbed, "it has been burned off!"

"Ay," he returned, in all gentleness, covering the awful sight "Yet were they gladly given for Christ's sake"

"I doubt that not," gazing in wonder at his girlish face "But tell es of this tribe?"

"Two e of the Natchez," his eyes again upon the crucifix "Yet dwell not upon it, Monsieur, for it is so little I can hope to do for the glory of God It may be I am not even worthy ofbetween entle-hearted Queen?"

"I know not, Monsieur, if they have a Queen I saw none exercising authority excepting priests of their strange worship It was the chief priest who held me in the fla on my lips, and turned to look at the Puritan We had conversed in English, and hein the glint of his hard, gray eyes

"Hear you the priest's story, sirrah?" I asked, feeling strong inclination to vent my spleen on him for such bull-headedness "Is he not one to honor rather than pick a quarrel with in such place as this?"

"'T is no quarrel I seek, nor ae of a Jesuit But I tell you his teaching is false, an outrage on the true religion of the saints, and I am of a strain which can never companion with any of that black-robed breed Call me what ye please, Master Benteen, but I a indoctrined in the faith, ever to acknowledge brotherhood with hirelings of the Romish church"

"Coely "But I tell you this, preacher, and once for all,--you 'll bear yourself like a hu to this poor lad while I 'm with you, or else , but I knohat fair play is between man and man,--ay, and mean to have it here, even if it costs you a split head"