Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-17
CHATTER XIV.

Each man armed h1mS6M W1tA SUCK three feet long and about three-quar- fers of an inch in diameter. Rough weaponstthey were, cut from boughs of scrub toak, knotty ;and tough as horn. Long SHair unbound his body down to the waist Then the lines formed, the Indians in eachErow standing about as far apart as the width of the space in which the prisoner was to run. This arrangement gave them free use of their sticks and tpiepty of room for full swing.of thetr 1.-the bodies.
 In removing Beverley s clothes hong Hair found A1ice's locket hanging over thessyoung mans heart. He tore it EudelN off and grunted, glaring, vicious ily first at it, then at Beverley He seenedfto be gh1ly rought'upon. s'White man thiefP' he growled deep ; an his throat. ''Sto4e from little girli"
 He put the Iocket in his pouch and resumed his stupidiy indifferent expres- sion.
 When everything was ready for the delightful entertainment to begin Long Hair waved his tomahawk three times over Beverley,s head and, pointing down. between the waiting lines, said: ugh. runr'
 But Beverley did not budge. He was standing erect, with his arms, deeply creased where the thongs had sunk, folded across his breast. A rush of thoughts and feelings had taken tu- hnultuous possession. of him, and he could notsmoweSor decide what to do. A mad desire to escape arose in his heart the moment that he saw Long Hair take the lockef. It1was as if Alice had ycried to him and bidden him make a dash for liberty.
 ugh, runP'
 The order was accompanied with push of such violence from Long Hairs Jeff elbow that Beverley plunged and fell, for his limbs, after their long and painful confinement in the rawhide bonds, were stiff and almost useless. Long Hair in no gentle voice bade him Iget up. The shock of falling seemed to awaken his dormant forces; sudden resolve leaped into his brain. He saw that the Indians had put aside their bows and guns, most of which were leaning against the boles of trees here land .yonder What if he could knock Long Hair down and run away? This might possibly be easy, considering the Indians broken arm. His heart jump ed at the possibility. But the shrewd savage was alert and saw the thought { come into his face.
 You try git way, kill dead!' he snarled, lifting his. tomahawk ready for stroke Brains outy'
 Rocxxos.Io~z SrIoy1ood 5oxxvx, &J,o -~,osAs-. and eager lines. Swiftly he speculated, wondering what would be his chance for escape were he to break through. But he did not take his own condition into account.
 Ugh, runY'
 Again the elbow of Long Hairs hurt arm pushed him toward the expectant rows of Indians, who flourished their clubs and uttered impatient grunts.
 Beverley made a direct dash for the narrow lane between the braced and Watchful lines. Every warrior lifted his club. Every copper face gleamed steadily, a mask behind which burned a strangely atrocfous spirit. The two savages standing at the end nearest Beverley struck at him the instant he A(4~AOA lACA1s O0I LACJ WSIO HLdhOA quite by surprise when he checked him. self between them and, leaping this way and that, swung out two powerful blows, left and right, stretching one of them flat and sending the other reeling and staggering half dozen paces backward with the blood streaming from his nose.
 This done, Beverley turned to run away, but his breath was already short and his strength rapidly going.
 Long Hair, who was at his heels, leaped before him when he had gone but few steps and once more four ished the tomahawk. To struggle was useless save to insist upon being brained outright, which just then had no part in Beverley's considerations. Long Hair kicked his victim heavily, uttering laconic curses meanwhile, and led him back again to the starting point.
 The young man. who had borne all he could, now turned upon him furi- ously and struck straight from the shoulder, setting the whole weight of his body into the blow. Long Hair stepped out of the way and quick as a flash brought the Hat side of his toma- hawk with great force against Bever- ley's head. This gave the amusement a sudden and disappointing end, for the prisoner fell limp and senseless to the ground. No more running the gantlet for him that day. Indeed it required pFotracted application of the best In- Gan skill to revive him so that he could fairly be called a living man. There had been no dangerous concus- sion, however, and on the following morning camp was broken.
 Beverley sore, haggard, forlornly disheveled, had his arms bound again and was made to march apace with his nimble enemies, who set out swiftly eastward, their disappointment at hav- ing their sport cut short, although bit ter enough, not in the least indicated by any facial expression or spiteful act.
 Was it really strange thing, or was 1t not, that Beverley's mind now busted Itself unceasingIy with the thought that