Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1894-12-06

When darkness came, the captive
found himself stretched on the ground
near huge fire, while the rejoicing In
dians were gathered around, some Of
them occasionally kicking him or brad
ding him with sharp sticks.
He noticed one savage that sat on a
log and stared silently into the fire,
smoking a pipe. There was something
familiar in the appearance of this one,
who occasionally glanced at the white
man, but made no move to molest him.
Finally the painted warrior on the
log arose and came close to the captive
to whom he spoke;
Hello, Simonl
Kenton started. BE recognized the
voice, and he now knew the seeming
Indian was a white man who was paint
ed and rugged out like savage.
Hello, Simon 7 returned Kenton.
Simon Kenton, the pioneer aud scout
and Simon Glrty, the renegade aud
outcast, face to lace.
Girty had turned against his own race
and Of them all there was but one mar
whose blood he would not haYe shed
with fiendish delight.
That man was Kenton.
You're in bad scrape, Simon, said
the renegade. They're goin' to make
ye run the gantlet, an then they're 60
in to cook ye.'
dispose ye're right, Simon calmly
returned the pioneer. >Rainboltll haye
loads Of fun with me- judge.'
He's goin' ter tackle ye without
weapons before ye run the gantlet.'
A sudden. eager gleam came into the
captiyes eyes.
How'd you know p
Heard him1 say so. Some of the
bucks haye been hintin' he don't dare,
an that's made him mad. You re strong
Simon, but he's more match fer ye. ,
That remains to be proved
we cant kill him anyway barehand
ed
'Cant I? You wait an see.'
Wal, | hant no teelin's ag'inst ye,
fer yon saved my life once. Id squar
it now if could, but l cant. Ell you
could just get start an kept right
north. The woods are full Of lnjuns to
the south.
THANK We, Simon. l don't suppose
III have chance to try it, but ef do
I'll remember what you say.
Then Girty went back to the log and
sat down resuming his smoking, and
meyer again glancing toward the capA
tiye.
Preparations were made for the sport
and the torture, all Of which Kenton
regarded placidly.
At length Raiubolt, stripped and
ready for struggle, came and stood
close to the scout.
The pale face has called me cow
ard and said l dared not meet him man
to man. He shall see.'
Wal, doubt it now. What weapons
ye goin ter use?'
Mo weapons. 1t is to be struggle
to see who has the most strength and
skill
In vain Kenton urged that weapons
of some sort be used. Finally he de-
declared:
>Ef could ever get hand on a knife
ur tomahawk your red dogs wouldn't
take me alive next time
'Rainbolt knows that. II is why you
| are W nave llO Wedpol'
In a short time preparations were
made for the encounter. The Indians
formed a ring and then Simon Kenton
was released and placed face to face with
the red athlete.
The scout declin'd to remove his
hunting shirt talthough Rainbolt's upper
body was naked and shining with grease
At the word the foes moved warily
toward each other apparently watching
for a favorable opportunity to clinch.
Round and round they circled, and
the light from the fires showed the ex
pressions on their set faces.
The redskin spectators were silent and
expectant
All at once Rainbolt fancied he saw
his opportunity and like flash be
closed in.
A great shout went up.
The Indian had obtained both under
holds. and it seemed that he could pick
up the white man and hurl him on a
heap on the ground.
The cry changed from one of delight
to one of amazement for Simon Kenton
had purposely given Rainbolt the SEEM