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One of the raiding soldiers, espying Horace, called out in passing, "A-fray-ed of his mit-tens! " Horace flinched at this renewal, and the other lad paused to taunt him again. Horace scooped some snow, moulded it into a ball, and flung it at the other. "Ho! " cried the boy, "you're an Indian, are you? Hey, fellers, here's an Indian that ain't been killed yet. " He and Horace engaged in a duel in which both were in such haste to mould snowballs that they had little time for aiming.
Horace once struck his opponent squarely in the chest. "Hey," he shouted, "you're dead. You can't fight any more, Pete. I killed you. You're dead."