Missouri Valley times. [volume] (Missouri Valley, Iowa) 1874-1931, 1903-09-17
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case" replied Owain, "and he Will leave
the less to execute it,
In a short time we were up among
the trees, and at glance I saw what
q spot Sir Arthur had chosen for his
gibbet. On every hand the country lay
below us like a map. Far to the west
4 gray level patch marked the sea, and
the slant of the stunted trees told of
the winds which raced in from that
quarter. The Red Men OF the Dusk
looked around them With quick. UNI
easy glances as they We're halted in the
tiny wood. and when mountain pony
came scrambling up after us, laden
with coils of rope, every man turned
With fierce eyes upon my uncle and ut
tered a deep cultural cry of scorn.
Two of them made an attempt to
burst their bonds and rum but it was
useless, and within the instant they
were struck down and .pinioned still
more securely. The other four, after
that single note of rage and scoln, re-
manned as impassive az the hills
around Them 1 now saw for the first
time that one of them was a mere boy.
not more than IA years old. Even as
looked, the tall elderly man who had
seemed their leader moved a little
toward the lad, and began TO speak to
him In low, caressing voice. The
savage mask dropped off, and his fea-
Il
and the likeness that existed between
them made the situation clear: they
were father and son. The boy paid but
little heed. nodding careessly now and
again, and looking from side to side
with a sullen glare
Sir Arthur now began TO call out
quick orders, and his men ran right and
left. In tiice half Il dozen ropes We're
run over branches, lofty enough 10
swing the Gwylliaid Cochion several
feet from the ground, and the execution
proceeded swiftly. Already four fig
ures We're writhing in horrible contor-
tons, when Il woman darted into the
circle and seized the boy With a dread
ful cutlery. Her scream was echoed by
my uncle, who doubted not but to see
whole band upon us, ami there was
general run to arms. But no one else
appeared, and the poor creature Who
had got among us must have exercised
wonderful cunning TO evade the sem
tries posted about the hill
She was an elderly woman, though
1T is likely She was not so old as she
looked. for so wild IL life must age them
beyond their time. Her foul. tangled
scanty elf locks, once red, now bleached
to . dry wheaton shade by weather and
years. hung low over her hard worn
features, her great dark eyes looked UNI
naturally large and bright i'm their hol-
low sockets, and as she fonGlea her
child, the business we We've engaged
upon, distasteful before, now seemed to
me dismally repulslve.
The little group drew every eye and
for few moments no one moved or
spoke; father, mother and SON, even the
rude fellows who We're strnging up the
Red Men of the Dusk as indifferently
as If they We're hanging salmon to
smoke, stood at gaze, struck by he Gra-
matte quality of the scene My uncle
alone remained unmoved and Venom
Gus; he shouted an angry order. and
the woman cried out as IL she had re-
ceived q wound. She turned and flung
herself upon her knees before Sir AR
thur. pouring out With tears and up
lifted hands frenzied entreaties that he
would spare her son, her youngest. her
dearest; for her husband she uttered
no plea. She knew 1t would be useless,
but she begged for her boys life in
terms which moved every listener but
one There was no need to be able to
understand her Words the piercing
quality of pathos and longing In her
voice went To the very heart Had she
spoken nothing, the simple natural elo-
quence of her entreating gestures would
have said everything. My uncle took
but little heed OF her. and called out to
his men again in harsh, grating
voice.
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