Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1901-08-17
CHAPTER VIII.

C11AL LII ' 49,
Jean Marat did undoubtedly hate Colin
Morton, and he was certain that his CON
duct would meet the approval OF his
master, Mai. Germon.
More knave than fool, he had been
long enough with the major to under
stand him thoroughly, and he fattered
himself that he knew all his master did
about himself, and great deal more.
There was q strain of Indian blood in
the Wallets veins, enough to make him
spiteful and revengeful and cunning.
There had been hanging on about the
Fort, for some time, an Indian named
Fish Hawk, a tall, powerful, drunken
fellow, who was reputed to be the son of
Black Otter, chief of q band of Flat
heads that had long been settled west
of the Cascade Range. Fish Hawk was
particularly distinguished as "a bad In
dian" He was ready with his knife and
always took a leading part in the broils,
near the Fort, that SO frequently ended
in bloodshed. He was not amenable to
military law, and as there was no civil
law to punish him, he carried matters
with a high hand, and became terror
to the peaceably inclined.
went, and he found the Indian crying
down the exploits Of the young soldiers,
and boasting that if he had been on the
ground he could have done more with
less trouble He spoke English very well,
and dressed white fashion, being usu-
ally clad in cast-off army clothing.
Jean Marat had no trouble in leading
Fish Hawk into the woods.
"And so you hate this Morton?' said
Fish Hawk, when he had heard the
manufactured complaint of Jean Marat.
81 hate him so much that if | was as
big as you, [ would kill him. Kissed Jean
Marat.
LAS big as me?" laughed the Indian,
and he stretched out his long, shapely
legs and looked at them with admira-
ton.
That's all I'd want. just to be as big
as you"
You wouldn't want to give him
chance:"
Not the ghost of chance, Fish
Hawk"
"Then l don't see what size has to do
with it. The little finger Of a baby
squaw could pull q trigger that would
send a hole to the heart Of the bigges
man in the tribe"
'"That is 50; but if 1 missed, first time.
l would stand no chance All, if | only
had a friend to help, I'd stand by him.
I'd give him all the gold he wanted as
long as he lived"
81 am your friend" said the Indian.
Here. Marat, give me your hand. That's
it. Now I'm your good brother. I'll
stand by you. You tell me where l can
find this man tonight and he will trouble
you no more
''He goes on guard tonight
ION guard, whereT
II do not know the place nor the time.
But if you will Keep your word, l will go
and find out" said Jean Marat.
Mai. Germon heard the Wallets account
of the arrangements he had made, but he
laughed at them.
"Ah. if 1 could only tell when he goes
on guard" replied Jean Marat, with a
questionable look at the major.
II do not know, and so cannot tell
YOU" said the major.
But you could find out, sar-r-r.'
perhaps l could, but 1 won't. Can't
you see, Jean, that it won't do for me to
be mixed up in this matter in any way"
''But you, too, hate him, MajorY'
''That is my own affair. All. | knew
YOU were boasting, Jean Marat," sneered
the major. Il knew that when it came
to the pinch that you would be found
wanting. Go away and bother me no
more about your foolish schemes"