Catoctin clarion. [volume] (Mechanicstown, Md.) 1871-1940, 1894-12-20
THURMONT, frederick County, Maryland Thursday December TO- 1884,

spokesman of the pair came toward the
creek, with the other in his wake.
White boy surrender said he. In
dian spare him if him does
THAT means the tomahawk pure and
simple mutte.ed Jerry. They don't
catch me mapping that way
u don't intend to surrender he said
at last, answering the repeated demands
of the two reds. 'If you want me you
know where 1 am, and you may come
and get me-if you can
At this there was yell of rage, and
the flag of truce was thrown into the
creek.
What's war to the knife thought the
belesgaered boy.
1t was true.
The Indians were now determined to
capture the boy Nimrod at all hazards.
Jerry's ankle had swelled so much
that he could not stand upon that foot
at all.
boy got father p said one OF the reds.
Il have.
BOY got mother that loves him, and
him no want to die to trouble her p
There was no answer to this.
Lying in the grass, with his finger at
the trigger, Jerry Drane did not let a
single movement Of the Indians escape
him.
Everything depended upon this.
They might attempt to ford the creek
at different places, and this would in
sure bis doom, for he had but the one
bullet, ard it could bring down but
one savage.
White boy got brother at home-lit-
tie brother, pretty boy p said one Of the
tantaliziug reds.
Jerry groaned and grated his teeth.
Harvey was one Of the merriest boys
in the world, and he loved him as he
loved his life, yet to surrender to the
Indians meant the tomahawk, if not the
torture tree.
No he would not give up.
For the last time. white boy. Will
you save life by giving up to Nicanopy
and Orangoo:
THAT settles it, said jerry to himself.
'Nicanopy is the most treacherous In
dian in Florida, and his word is worth
nothing. Surrender to that wretch !?
Never!
Once more he told them that he
would not give himself up, when be
was reproached for his answer,and told
that he did not haye a bullet.
INDIAN find all white boys bullets
in the forest. HIM lose all through a
hole in his pouch
Not quite ALL muttered Jerry. YOU
will see that have one left if you try
to take me-
For minute the two Indians dis
cussed the situation, and then they ad
vanced again.
The boy hugged the ground, but
pushed his rifle through the grass and
covered the foremost redskin.
Not nerve quiyered.
He was as composed as if he were
watching a lick for deer instead OF
fighting for life.
On came the reds, painted to the
temple and nearly naked.
White boy pay for his stubbornness,
cried the foremost Indian.
Jerry 8 cheek seemed to tlatten against
the gun.
If they saw him they must have be-
Iieved that he was holding them Oft
with an empty rife, for. having found
his bullets in the woods. and knowing.
perhaps, that he had shot the fox after
losing them, they had right to think
be was trying to frighten Them away
witk an empty gun.
One Indian was right behind another
and both were alike IN stature.
White boy no more see cabin in the
woods! cried one of the miscreants.
His scalp will dangle from Micanopys 8
belt and his rifle will kill his people in
the plantations
This was enough. and Jerry felt
that there was no time to be lost
'One bullet for two Indians he mur.
INJURED as he pressed the trigger and set
the forest ringing with the report Of his
unerring rifle.
To his surprise both Indians leaped
into the air and then fell from the foot
log into the creek.
Jerry rose and saw both struggling
in the water, dyeing it with their blood
as they fought against fate.
The creek was deep though narrow,
and while he looked he saw the Indians
vanish and the bubbles that broke over
the SPOT told him he had settled both.