The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1889-03-17

trying to recover the knife for another
blow. What do you want, ehI"
Let my father, General Horace Orion,
know of my DEATH" Orion repeated with
great effort.
Rochon had worked his left hand down
upon the young mans throat, and was
trying to choke him; but when he heard
the name of Gen. Horace Orion, he slack
called. just as his foe tainted from exhaus-
ton and loss of blood. ROchOn thought
him dead, and slipping from his body sat
there grimly looking at the pale, notion
less face upturned III the moonlight.
AS in dreams we live through long
series of dramatic experiences IN second
of time, so old Rochon, during the moment
that he glared into the young mans coun-
tenance, with phrase: General Horace
Orion" ringing in his ears, lived over again
strange adventure of his youth in which
one Horace Orion of New York had
been chief actor He had
not seen the man since then:
but here was his exact likeness in the still
form before him-the same stalwart frame,
the same swart face, the same long, curling
yellow hair. He owed his life and more to
Horace orion, and here lay Horace Orton's
son stark and lifeless by his act! Notmnch
conscience had grizzled old Gaspard Rochon,
no wells of sentiment dubbed in his iron
breast, but some remote sense of that
honor, which Is said sometimes to actuate
thieves, stirred his callous heart He
roughly wiped the foam and blood from the
young mans face and then staggering to
his feet called huskily but loudly for help.
His lion strength was returning rapidly
and with it his will-power and executive
energy He shook himself much as a
great wild beast might have done after
victorious struggle with dangerous prey,
and looked about him, grlmly surveying
the ruin he had made of Garcin's possess
siOns. The moon was now well up the east
ern sky and was shining with great power.
Five or six men, with their weapons ready,
came running up to where Rochon was
standing.
Take this dead man to the schooner" he
commanded gruffiy, land see that you treat
him decently."
They promptly took hold of Orion and
lifted him i'll their arms. He was very
heavy.
BE careful, there" growled the old man,
with rolling oath, carry gently, every
one of you, and be careful. do you hearf
ing Garcin and his men, the. dead and
wounded were cared for, the boats were
manned, all was ready, and the triumphant
little f1otilla slowly made its way down the
bayou.
0rton lay, all unconscious. on a bed of
sailclOth in the open air on the deck of the
schooner, and old Rochon, with his hands
locked behind him, stood by, gazing at the
young mans face. Some wounded men were
groaning and cnrsing,, others. smoked
were being rudely dressed, and YET
others were singing ribald songs and max
ing CHASTITY jokes apropos of the victory
just won. Indeed, it would be hard to i'm
agine more striking and savage scene
than the slow-moving fleet presented as 1T
wound its way down to the open water of
the bay.
Once in generous sea room, the little
schooner flung out her white wings in the
moonlight, and, gathering in the light
breeze, drew away from the row-boats and
was soon at anchor off Magnolia Point,
with Rochon Place in full view.