The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-03-14

Abby had herself knocked it off, and il
had fallen down through an opening in
the floor.
In breathless haste Jason searched the
room over and over, but could not find
the pouch. Knowing there was not g
moment to lose he set off with but the
single charge in his gun.
He had but just got out of the doc,
when he heard Abby scream. Then there
followed smothered sound, and then he
heard her try to call his name.
Even then the boys presence of mind
did not desert him. He knew that If the
savage were alone his sisters sole chance
of life lay in the Indians not discover
ing that he was pursued.
He ran to the edge of the bushes that
skirted the potatoes and looked out The
redskin was dragging Abby after him by
her wrists, and was just entering the
woods on the farther side going out
toward the river.
From this Jase concluded that the In
dian had come down the stream in a
canoe, which he had probably left not
far off. If the savage should regain his
canoe, Jason's only chance would be to
shoot him from the bank. This he re-
solved to attempt.
Not much more than mile above the
clearing the river makes great bend,
and at one point is quite swift and par
row. Making a circuit through the
woods, Jason ran to intercept the Indian
at the bend.
He was right in his conjecture, for he
had but just crept through some thick
alders on the bank, when he saw canoe
coming swiftly up the stream. The In
dams paddle glitbered in the sun as he
sat in the stern, and, with quick, strong
strokes, propelled the little craft against
the current. He could see his sister
crouching in the middle of the canoe,
with her head mufaed in some coarse
cloth.
Jase cooked his gun, and, with the
greatest caution, brought the piece to
bear on the savage, determined to fire
the instant he came near enough.
But the wary Indian either heard
some sound from the shore, or suspected
danger at this narrow point in the chan.
mel, for, before he had come within
range, Jase saw him creep forward and
crouch beside his captive, in such a man
ner as to shield his own body with hers.
Jason saw the savage's sharp eyes
scanning the bushes, but he did not fire,
lest he should shoot his sister.
Though baf1ed by this trick. the bold
boy was not disheartened. Three or
four miles further up the river was
rapid, where the channel was broken by
Lodges and large powders, against
which, near the upper end of the broken
water, were piled great heaps of drift
logs and brush. Jase had trapped there,
and knew the place well.
There were three piles Of drift in the
stream at that point-one near the right
bank, another on a ledge a little
further out and few rods higher up,
and third one lodged against two
enormous rocks still nearer the opposite
bank.
It was between these banks and the
shore that boats and canoes going up the
river usually passed; for the current
was here neither 80 strong nor so swift.
but flowed smoothly over pebbly bot
tom.
With line canoe or boat could be
pulled up against the current, and the
water was not SO deep but that man
could wade and draw a boat after him.
To shoot at the savage when he drew his
canoe up the rapid was Jase's next
thought.
After a hot run he came out near the
rapids, and easily waded across to the
first pile of drift. There were rocks
on which he was able to Jump to the
second of the three. But it was only
by wading that he was able to get to the
furthest drift pile, the point he wished
to reach.
Several times he was nearly swept
away by stumbling over the slippery
rocks upon the bottom. But he got
over, and, hiding himself partly under
some OF the brush, and behind an old
tilted-up stump, he lay In wait for the
Indian.
From this lurking place he could not
see down stream; but, in about twenty
minutes, he heard the Indian wading in
the rapid, splashing his way up, pulling
the canoe after him.
A minute more and Jase caught sight
of him-bent over, as he carefully
planted his moccasined feet ameng the
slippery stones on the bottom. He had
the line over one shoulder, and the
canoe, with Abby, was ten or twelve feet
behind him. The girl was now sobbine
bitterly, quite despairing of escape OF
rescue.
The Indian had come within thirty OF
forty feet of Jase, but at that moment
his quick ear caught some sound from
the drift-heap. He stopped and turned
sharply round.
This was Jase's chance. Before the
savage could stir, the young backwoods
man had fired at him. And it was
nost fortunate shot-for Abby Flint, q,
least.
Jase had hit the Indian in vital part
Uttering dreadful cry of pain, the
savage let go the line and attempted tx
reach the drift-heap but, being so Sc