The Indianapolis journal. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1867-1904, 1894-12-30

made to rise one of the men drew his
revolver, while two others seized the
wounded man by the legs and tied him
firmly. He, however, did not make any
fresh attempt at useless resistance. The
ball which had glanced off the cable had
struck him in the arch of the eyebrow
and had cruelty wounded all the left
side of the forehead and the eyelid so
that only the right eye was capable OF
being opened. But the furious glance
he gave with his unique eye was so
ferocious as his gaze wandered around
our circle that one of the huntsmen re-
piled to his silent defiance by phrase
spoken involuntarily aloud:
Its too late, man. he said, simply.
Seymour did not appear to have heard
him. 1t was the Colonel he was looking
at now. and with quite another express
sion. The brown pupil had taken on
again it's look of soft, humid sweetness,
liquid black spot in the white, almost
blue sclerotic. expected to hear some
strangely touching phrase from the
nature of his regard. but had misread
the animal simplicity of such a nature.
All that the wounded man felt in the
way of sentiment for Mr.. Scott resulted
solely in this demand which he ad-
dressed to him directly. just as though
he would not deign to speak to any one
else:
/ am so thirsty. Will you not give me
something to drink"
There was something so coaXing, so
almost infantine in the voice with which
he spoke to his old master that 1t
recalled the petting of which he had
once been the object. Mr. Scott drew a
flask from his pocket uncorked it and
put the mouth to the lips of the prison
er, holding up his head as he did so.
Seymour swallowed several mouthfuls
greedily. His eye began to glisten with
a more caressing brilliancy, and with
that suppleness of sensations which
equals in those singular beings their
suppieness of movements, he smiled
with pleasure as if he had quite for
gotten his rage of only few minutes
ago, his crime of the preceding even
ing, his wild flight of this morning, his
wounds and the certainty of his sinister
future. -.
used TO drink when hunting together
he said, smacking his lips. "He beats
everybody. does my Colonel" ~
And now" responded the latter,
you're going to be quiet and let me
dress your wounds
will you give me some more whisky
afterward?" asked Seymour.
Yes. you shall have some"
And one of your cigars, Colonel?"
"And one of my cigars
"All right" said the mulatto, holding
out, without any resistance, first his
head and then his arm. Mr.. Scott had
brought with him a complete little field
case of surgeons instruments. He dis
played in cleaning and binding the two
wounds all the skill of an old surgeon,
while the soldier in him was displayed
in desire to clear up certain point
that had remained obscure to him, a
desire that made him ask:
How is it that you did not cross the
river yesterday" =
Because we went TO the Georgetown
bridge, Colonel" replied the other, land
the waters had carried it away There
was only one of two things to be done
either to descend the river to the Berke-
ley Farms bridge, twenty miles lower
down or to ascend to this one. AS we
knew the roads better we chose this
last route. but we were wrong. How is
it, though, Colonel, that you had an
idea we should come in this direction 2"
81 knew the Georgetown bridge had
been carried away said Mr.. Scott,
land / calculated that you would rea-
son exactly as you have DONE You said
to yourself. They don't believe that we
would be audacious enough to come so
close to the town. But it's not daring
you're short of, Henry, or courage Now
that the dressing is finished, is there
anything more / can do for your"
Send No bottle of your whisky to
the prison." replied Seymour, land get
permission from the sheriff for me to
finish it before have to swing"
Go be concluded next Sunday
Copyright 1884, by James Gordon Bennett)