Courier Democrat. (Langdon, N.D.) 1891-1920, 1903-11-19
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His hiding place was cunnlng.y
chosen. save that the mirc troubled
him. letting him down by slow degrees,
and threatening TO cngulf him bodily;
and he WAS now too weak to eXtyicatc
himself. He lifted his head and ylarcd.
His face WAS grimy. his hair matted
with mud. Alice. although brave
enough and quite accustomed to start
ling experiences. uttered Il cry when
she saw those snaky eyes glistening so
savagely amid the shadows. But Jean
was quick to recognize Long Hair. lie
not to be forgotten.
"Thcy'vc been hunting him every.
where he said in half whisper to
Alice, clutching the skirt of her dress
Its Long Hair. the Indian who stole
the brandy. l know him.
Alice recoiled pace or two.
Lets go back and tell EN-" Jean
added, still whispering. ."They want to
kill him; Oncle Jazon said so. Come
onw
He gave her dress jerk. but she
did not move any farther back. She
was looking ut the blood oozing from a
wound in the Indians leg.
HE is shot: he is hurt. Jean; we
must help him." she presently said, re-
covering her self control, yet still pale.
I'VE must get him out of that bad
place."
Jean caught Alice's merciful spirit
with sympathetic readiness and
showed immediate willingness to aid
her.
It was a difficult thing to do, but
there was will and of course way.
They had knives with which they cut
willows to make a standing place on
the mud. While they were doing this
they spoke friendly words to Long
Hair, who understood French little,
and at last they got hold of his arms
tugged, rested. tugged again and finally
managed to help him to dry place,
still under the willows, where he could
lie more at ease. Jean carried water
in his cap With which they washed the
wound and the stolid savage face.
Then Alice tore up her cotton apron, in
which she had hoped to bear home a
load of lilies. and with the strips bound
the wound very neatly. 1t took a long
time, during which the Indian remained
silent and apparently quite Indifferent.
Long Hair was Il man Of superior
physique. tail, straight. with the mus
cles Of a Vulcan. and while he lay
stretched on the ground. half clad and
motionless. he would have been a
grand model for heroic figure in
bronze. Yet from every lineament
there came Il strange rcpclling influ-
ence. like that from IL snake Alice felt
almost unbearable disgust while doing
her merciful task. but she braye!y per-
severed until it was finished.
It was now late in tine Afternoon, :;.m
the sun would be setting before a.. Y
could reach home.
I'VE must hurry back. .lca,. .i.,''
said, turning to depart. II; H.,
all we can do to reach t,.a o. :!s.r
In daylight. I'm thinking til. - -.
be out hunting for us. too. if W ..~;.'t
move right lively. Come
She gave the Indian another :..::::.:.'e
when she had taken but :: step. !;c
grunted and held up something i'll Ills
understanding that shonc with a
dull yellow light. 1t was small.
oval gold locket which she had AL
ways Worn in her bosom. She sprang
and snatchcd it from his palm.
THANK you," she exclaimed. smiling
gratefully. Il am so glad you found
it."
The chain by which the locket had
hung was broken. doubtless by some
movement while dragging Long Hair
out Of the mud, and the lid had
sprung open, exposing miniature por-
trait of Alice painted when she was
little child. probably not two years old.
1t was a sweet baby face. archly
bright, almost surrounded with fun
Of golden hair. The neck and upper
line Of the plump shoulders, with
trace Of richly delicate lace and
string Of pearls, gave somehow a sug-
gestion Of patrician daintiness.
Long Hair looked keenly into Alice's
eyes when she stopped to take the
locket from his hand, but said nothing.
She and Jean now hurried away, and,
20 vigorously did they paddle their
pfrogue. that the sky was yet red In
the west when they reached home and
duly received their expected scolding
from Nine. Roussillon.
Alice sealed Jeans lips as to their
adventure, for she had made up her
mind to save Long Hair If possible,
and she felt sure that the only way to
do It would be to trust no one but
Father Beret.
It turned out that Long Hairs wound
was neither broken bone nor a cut
artery. The flesh Of his leg, midway
between the hip and the knee, was
pierced. The bullet had bored neat
hole clean through. Father Beret took
the case in hand and with no little
surgical skin proceeded to set the big
Indian upon his feet again. The affair
had to be cleverly managed. Food,
medicines and clothing were surrepti.
t3ously borne across the river, bed Of
grass was kept fresh under Long Hairs
hack, his wound was regularly dressed
and f4na1Iv hia ~Aanona-s %n,na ha~vlr