The Salt Lake herald. [volume] (Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1870-1909, 1902-08-01

SOi PoSccu. Like tnree uOIS at Day. the
white men met the shock. and. lion
Ike. they fought in the midst of sew
enteen stalwart and determined saw
ages.
Don't kill then; take them alive:
throw them down and hold them," was
Long-Hair's order, loudly shouted in
the tongue of his tribe.
Both Kenton and Jazon understood
every word and knew the significance
naturally came into Kenton's mind that
Hamilton had been informed of his
visit TO Vincennes and had offered a
reward for his capture. This being
true, death as a spy would be the GER
tain result IL he were taken back. He
might as well die now. AS for Bever-
ley. he thought only of Alice, yonder
as he had left her. prisoner in Ham
ilton's hands. Oncle Jazon, IL he
thought at all, probably considered
nothing but present escape, though he
prayed au6ibly to the Blessed Virgin,
even while he lay helpless upon the
ground, pinned down by the weight Of
an enormous Indian. He could not
move any part of himself. save his
lips, and these mechanically put forth
the wheeling supplication.
Beverley and Kenton, being young
and powerful, were not so easily mas
tered. For awhile indeed, they ap
peared to be more than holding their
own. They time and time again scat
tered the entire crowd by the violence
Of their muscular efforts: and after it
had finally closed in upon them in
solid body they Swayed and swung it
back and forth and round and round
until the writing, savage mass looked
as If caught in the vortex of a Whirl-
wind. But such tremendous eXertiou
could not last long Eight to one made
too great difference between the con-
tending parties, and the only possible
conclusion of the struggle soon came
Seized upon by desperate, clinging,
wolf-like assailants, the white men felt
their arms, legs and bodies weighted
down and their strength fast going
Kenton fell next after OncIe Jazon,
and was soon tightly bound with raw
hide thongs. He lay on his back, pant
ing and utterly exhausted. while Bev-
erley still kept up the unequal fight
Long-Hair sprang in at the last mo-
ment to make dOubly certain the Sc
curing of mis- most important captive
He flung his long and powerful arms
around Beverley from behind and made
great effort to throw him upon the
ground. The young man, feeling this
fresh and vigorous clasp, turned him
self about to put forth one more mighty
squirt of power. He lifted the stalwart
Indian bodily and dashed him headlOng
against the buttressed root of tree
half rod distant. breaking the small
er bone of his left forearm and we'll
nigh knocking him senseless-
1t was a fine exhibition of manly
strength; but there could be nothing
gained by it. A blow on the back of
his head the next instant Stretched
Beverley face downward and uncon-
scious on the ground. The savages
r--S-
when they found that he was not dead.
They bound him with even greater care
than they had shown in securing the
others, while LOng-Hair stood by stolid-
ly looking on, meantime supporting his
broken forearm in his hand.
Ugh! dog" he grunted, and gave
Beverley a kick in the side. Then turn
ing a fiendish stare upon Oncle JaZon
he proceeded to deliver against his old.
dry ribs three or four like contribu-
tons with resounding effect "Polecat,
Little old greasy womani" he snarled,
make good fire for warrior to dance
by" Kenton also received his full
share of the kicks and verbal abuse,
after which Long Hair gave orders for
fires to be built Then he looked TO his
hurt arm and had the bone set and
bandaged, never so much as Wincing
the while.
1t was soon apparent that the Indians
purposed to celebrate their successful
enterprise with feast. They cooked
a large amount of buffalo steak; then
each with his hands full of the saVOry
meat, they began to dance around the
fires, droning meantime an atrOciously
repellant chant.
They're a 'spectin' to hev a leetle
bit o. fun outen u.s. muttered Oncle
Jazon to Beverley, who lay near him.
Il onderstan' what they're up to, dod
dast 'emi More'n forty years ago, in
Ca'ilna, they put me an Jim Hipes
through the gauntlet, an arter tibet, in
Kaintuck, me an ST Kenton tuck the
run Hi, there, Sil where air YEP
Shut yer fool mouth, Kenton
grOwled under his breath. yen have
that Injun kickin' our lights out of
US again.
Oncle Jazon winked at the gray sky
and Duckered his mouth so that it
looked like a nutgan on an old. dry
leaf.
What's the Offence he demanded.
I'D jest as soon be kicked now as arter
while; it's got to come anyhow
kenton made no response. The thongs
were tOrturing his arms and legs. Bev-
erley was silent, but consciousness had
returned. and with it a sense of despair.
All three of tie prisoners lay face up
ward quite unable to move. knowing
full We'll that terrible ordeal awaited
them. Oncle JazOns grim nurnor could
not be quenched, even by the CALLING
agony Of the thongs that buried them
selves in the flesh, and the anticipation
of torture beside which death would
seem a luxury.
zap! Long-Hair, how's yer arm?''
he called, jeeringly. Feels pooty good.
hay?T
Long-Hair. who was not joining in
the dance and song, turned when he
heard these taunting words. and mis-
taking whence they came went to Bev-
erley's side and kicked him again and
again.
Oncle Jazon heard the loud blows.
and considered the incident a remark
ably good joke
He, he, he" he snickered, as soon
as Long-Hair walked away again. L
does the talkin' an somebody else gifts
the thumpin'! He. he. he always
was devilish lucky. Them kicks was
good solid Jolts. wasn't they. lieuten-
anti Sounded like they was. He. he.
he'''
Beverley gave no heed TO OncIe Ia
IONS exasperating pleasantly: but
henton, sorely chaf1ng under the press
ure of his bonds. could mot refrain
from making retort in kind.
I'D give We one poundin' that we'd
remember. Emile Jazon. if I could get
10 We. ye old tWisted-face. peeled
headed. crooked-mouthed. aggrayatfu'
scamp, he exclaimed. not THINKING
now high his naturally strong voice was
nIted- can stand any fool but a
damn fooft'' ."
Long Hair heard the cODcI,,d;,,o, -,