Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1903-11-03

LOU avez-vous? What's the matter?'
the old man demanded with quick sym
pathy .Hev they hit ye? Lieutenant
air We hurt much?"
Beverley did not hear the old mans
words, did not feel his kindly touch.
"Alice, Alicew he murmured. Dead
dead.'
"Ya-as.' drawled Oncle Jazon. 81
hearn about 1t soon as got inter town
It's sorry thing. a mighty sorry thing
But mebby l won't do little somepin
to that
Beverley Strengthened himself and
lifted his gun. forgetting that he had
not reloaded 1t since firing last. lie
leveled it at the fort and touched the
trigger. simultaneously with his
movement an cmbrasure opened and u
cannon flashed, its roar flanked on Ell
Their side by cracking OF British mus.
kets. Some bullets struck the fence
and flung splinters into Oncle Jazon's
face A cannon ball knocked ridge.
pole from the roof of house hard by
and sent 1t whirling through the air.
"Ventrebleu-et apres? What next
Better knock feller's eyes outv' the
old man cried Il amt a-doin' nothin
to ye!'
He capered around rubbing his
leathery face after the manner Of q
scalded monkey. Beverley was struck
in the breast by fattened and spent
ball that glanced from fence picket.
The shock caused him to stagger and
drop his gun. but he quickly picked ii
up and turned to his companion.
Are you hurt Oncle Jazon?" he IN
quired. Are you hurt?"
Not a bit: jes' skeert mos into a
duck fit Thought cannon ball had
knocked my whole dang face down
my throat! Nothin' but handful O
splinters In my poorly count nance
maxim my head feel like porc'pine
Rut sort O thought heard somepin
give you diff"
Something did hit me-" said Bever.
ley, laying hand on his breast, "but
l don't think it was bullet. They
seem to be getting our range at last
Tell the men to keep well under cover
They must not expose themselves until
we are ready to charges"
The shock had brought him back tc
his duty as a leader of his little com.
pany, and with the funeral bell Of nj
his life's happiness tolling In his ago
nized heart he turned afresh to direct
ing the fire upon the blockhouse.
About this time q runner came from
Clark with an order to cease firing and
let returning party of British scouts
under Captain Lamothe re-enter the
fort unframed. A strange order it
seemed to both officers and men, but
1t was implicitly obeyed. Clark's genius
here made another fine strategic fash
He knew that unless he let the scouts
60 back into the stockade they would
escape by running away. and might
possibly organize an army OF Indians
with which to succor Hamilton. But
if they were permitted to go inside
they could be captured with the rest
of the garrison. Hence his order.
A few minutes passed in dead 81
lence. Then Captain Lamothe and his
party marched close by where Bever-
ley's squad was lying concealed. 1t
was difficult task to restrain the Gre
oles, for some of them hated Lamothe.
Oncle Jazon squirmed like a snake
while they filed past all unaware that
an enemy lurked SO near. When they
reached the fort. ladders were put
down for them and they began to
Chamber over the wall, crowding and
pushing one another in wild haste.
Oncle Jazon could hold in no longer.
"Ya. Ya Yav' he yelled. Look
out! The ladder is a-fallin' WI ye"
Then all the lurking crowd shouted
as one man. and, sure enough, down
came a ladder-men and all in crash
ing heap.
"Silence! Silencew Beverley COM
handed but he could not check the
wild jeering and laughing. while the
bruised and frightened scouts hastily
erected their ladder again, fairly tum-
bling over one another in their haste
to ascend, and so cleared the wall, fall
ing into the stockade to join the gar
rison.
"Ventreb!eu!" shrieked Oncle Jazon.
.They've gone to bed, but We'll wake
'em up at the crack O day an give
'em breakfas' o. hot lead"
Now the fighting was resumed with
redoubled spirit and noise, and when
morning came, affording sufficient light
to bring out the bead sights on the
kentucky rifles. the matchless marks
men in Clark's band forced the British
10 close the embrasures and entirely
cease trying to use their cannon, but
the fight with small arms went merrily
on until the middle Of the forenoon.
Meantime Gaspard Roussillon had
tied Francis Maisonville's hands fast
and hard with the strap Of his bullet
pouch.
"Now. I'll scalp you," he said in a
rumbling tone terrible to hear. And
with his words out came his hunting
knife from its sheath.
ooh, have mercy. my dear NJ Rous-
sillon" cried the painting captive.
"Have mercy
Mercy! Yes, like your colonel's;
that's what you'll get. You stand by
that forban, that stelcrat, that bandit
and help him. oh, yes, you'll get mer-
cy! Yes, the same mercy that he
showed to my poor little Alice! Your
scalp, monsieur, If you please. A small
matter; 1t won't hurt much@