Butler citizen. [volume] (Butler, Pa.) 1877-1922, 1896-09-17
These mara words can give no idea of

These mara words can give no idea Of
the effect Qf the Prophets manner. 1t
was simply irresistible. and. with a
womAn's quick apprehension, Mrs.
Kyle saw that he spoke with reason and
felt that It would be wise to obey him.
Let us follow the Prophet, hus-
band. )" she said eagerly mo harm can
come Of It for we have ever heard Of
him as a good man"
Valentine Kyle had come to the CON
clusion that 1t was not q false alarm
and was hastily putting on his equip
ments when his daughter Nora, the In
dian girl Kushat, ard an old herder
came rushing in. The herder called out :
There are horsemen In our valley,
and they are ealloping this wayr'
That Is Bouton's gang. F" said the
Prophet Hurry For your lives. hurry"
In less time than it takes to describe
1t Mrs. Kyle and her daughter threw ON
such covers as they found handy, Mr.
Kyle e1tinguished the light, and all
went out II Valentine Kyle had enter
tanned any doubts about the vicinity CT
considerable body Of horsemen, they
vanished after he had been "A minute in
the open air. His ears told him. shat
they were not 200 yards away
Follow me, he whispered. u know
every place Of ooncealment absut the
valley"
With his rife I'm his left hand and his
PTS TO his right, Valentine
kyle led the way, followed bv Nora and
Kushat, while the rrcru---.-~-A
dian herder brought up the rear.
A few hundred yards back of the house
the foothill of the highest mountain in
sight was broken into ravines and made
up of rock heaps that looked at little
distance like the ruins Of mighty tenn
pie. Here in the long ago Valentine Kyle
had often played with his boys and his
baby daughter. AT the present time
few of the more open spaces were used
as corrals for the sheep, but there was
not nook i'll it that Mr. Kyle and any
Of his family could not have found
blmdfolded.
I'VE are safe here for the present /
think. Let us wait. / hear them call
ing" said Mr.. Kyle.
They stopped in little glen that
seemed to be rooted by a projecting
rock, for there was only u narrow strip
overhead through which the stars could
be seen.
They heard the clinking Of arms, the
stamping and painting cf horses that had
been hard ridden and the pounding
on the walls Of the log house.
"Hellol Hello in therer'
That's Bouton's voice" said the
Prophet.
"Open upr' i'll louder and moro i'm
perative voice. open up. or we'll break
In the doorsl"
Start a fire." shouted one of the
men. 'and burn them out.
LET me go back to a point where !
can talk with those demons without ex-
posing your place of concealment, said
the Prophet.
Valentine Kyle was about to protest
against this, but before he could do SO
the Prophet had vanished. He hurried
in the direction Of the outlaws, and
when he thought they could hear him he
called out:
81 am here. Bouton, to answer for
Valentine Kyle.
"You! Who are you?" asked Bouton,
and the noise and the shouting ceased
about him.
'Do you not know, o firstborn Of
Belial?'
"You are the Prophet" gasped Bou-
ton
From thy false lips the truth has
fallen for once. ] came to warn the in
nocent Of thy wicked designs.
"Of my designs2' repeated Bouton
His whole nature was superstitious. and
at that moment he felt that the Prophets
fabulous gift was indeed reality and