"
"Oh, Sneak, I can't help it, to save my life, indeed I can't. Oh, my
good Lord, what would I give to be away from here!" said Joe, his eyes
fit to burst from their sockets.
"I've killed many a deer in a minit--it don't hurt a man to die more
than a deer. I wish the snarvilorous copper-skinned rascals would git
through quick!" said Sneak.
"Me try you agin," said the savage, again going to Sneak.
"Well, now, what're you a going to do? I'm not afraid of you!" said
Sneak, grinding his teeth.
"Me rub your head," said the savage, seizing a tuft of hair and
tearing it out.
"Take some more," said Sneak, bowing down his head.
"A little more," iterated the savage, grasping a handful, which, with
much exertion, he severed from the head, and left the white skin
exposed to view.
"Won't you have some more?" continued Sneak, without evincing the
least pain. "Jest take as much as you please; if you tear it off till
my head's as bald as an egg, I won't beg you to let me alone.
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