Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-17

ten stream. There was no rain AfalHng, but almost the entire country hay9 under flood of water. Fires of logs were soon burning brightly on the compara- lively dry bluff chosen by the Indians. The weather was chill, but not cold. Long Hair took great pains, however, to dry Beverley's clothes and see that he had warm wraps and plenty to eat. Hamilton's large reward would not be forthcoming should the prisoner die. Beverley was good property, well worth careful attention! To be sure, his scalp in the worst event would com mand sufficient honorarium, but not the greatest. Beverley thought of all this while the big Indian was wrap ping him snugly in skins and blankets for the night, and there was no com fort in 1t save that possibly if he were returned to Hamilton he might see Alice again before he died
 At about the midhour of the night Long Hair gently awoke his prisoner by drawing a hand across his face. then whispered in his ear:
 'SHlll"
 Beverley tried to rise, uttering a sleepy ejaculation under his breath.
 'sNo talkv' hissed Long Hair. NStilip' There was something ill his voice that not only swept the last film of sleep out of Bever1eys brain, but made it perfectly clear to him that a very important bit of craftiness was being performed. Just what its nature was, however, he could not surmise. One thing was obvious. Long Hair did not wish the other Indians to know of the move he was making. Deity he slipped the blankets from around Bev- erley and cut the thongs at his ankles.
 Still! he whispered. "Come long" Under such circumstances a compe- tent mind acts with lightning celerity Beverley now understood that Long Hair was stealing him away from the other savages and that the big villain meant to cheat them out of their part of the reward. Along with this discov- cry came fresh gieam of hope. It would be far easier to escape from one Indian than from nearly a score. AL ready he was planning or trying to plan some way by which he could kill Long Hair when they should reach a
  r But how could the thing be done? A man with his hands tied, though they are in front of him.. is in no excellent condition to cope with a free and stall wart savage armed to the teeth. Still Beverley's spirits rose with every rod of distance that was added to their i slow progress.
 | Their course was nearly parallel with that of the stream, but slightly con- 1 verging with it. and after they had | gone about furlong they reached the bank. Here Long Hair stopped and, l without a word, cut the thongs from Beverley's wrists. This was astound- 1 ing. The young man could scarcely re- alize 1t, nor was he ready to act.
 Swim water" Long Hair said in guttural murmur barely audible. l 'FSwimr'
 l Again 1t was necessary for Bever- l ley's mind to act swiftly and with pru- 1 dence. The camp was yet within hail. 1 ing distance. A false move now would bring the whole pack bowling to the rescue. Something told him to do as Long Hair ordered, so with scarcely a l perceptible hesitation he scrambled down the bushy. bank and slipped into the water, followed by Long Hair, l who seized him by one arm when he began to swim and struck out with him l into the boiling and tumbling current 1 Beverley had always thought himself master swimmer but Long Hair 1 showed him his mistake It was a long, cold struggle, and when at last they touched the sloping, low bank on the other side Long Hair had fairly to lift his chilled and exhausted prisoner to the top.
 Ugh, coldw he grunted, beginning to pound and rub Beverley's arms, legs and body. "Make<warm heapl'' All this he did with his right hand, holding the tomahaWk in his left. It was strange, bewiidexjng expe- rience out of which the young man could not see in any direction far enough to give him hint upon which