Waterbury evening Democrat., 1903-10-17
to act. Tn few minutes Long ua1r jerked him to his feet and said:

It was just light enough to see that the order had tomahawk to enforce it .witha1. Long Hair indicated the di- fast~as he could.
 'Try run way, killr' he kept repeat ing, while with his left hand on the young mans shoulder he guided him from behind dexterously through the woodrfoF some distance.
 They had just emerged from thick ct into an open space where the ground was comparatively dry. Overhead the stars were shining in great clusters of silver and gold against dark, cavern ous looking sky, .here and there over run with careering black clouds. Rev. i erley shivered, not so much with cold as on account of the stress of excite ment which amounted to nervous rigor. Long Hair faced him, and leaned to- ward him until his. breathing was au- dibIe and his massive features were dimly outlined a A dragon of the dark est age could not have been more re- pulsive.
 ugh, sfriendp'
 Beverley started when these words were followed by a sentence in an In- diant dialect ttsomewhat Sfamiliar to him, dialect inewhtch shes had tried to talk | with Long {. Hatr during the days march. The sentence, literally trans- lated, was:
 l sLong Hair is, friendly now. W1n white man be ,friendlyY
 l Beverley heard, butAthe. speech seem- l ed to come out of vastness and hollow distance He could not realize it fairly. | He felt as if in dream, far off some where in Loneliness, with a big, shad- owy form looming before him. He heard the chill wind in the thickets l roundabout, and beyond Long Hair rose wall of giant trees.
 ttUgh, not understandp' the savage presently demanded in his broken Eng 1 fish.
 .'Yes, yes,'' said Beverley, T under stand"
 eIs the white man friendly now ?" Long Hair then repeated in his own tongue with a certain insistence of manner and voice. 'sYes, friendly"
 Long Hair fumbled in his pouch, and took out Alice's locket, which he hand cd to Beverley. White man love little girl?" he inquired in tone -that4bor- dered upon tenderness, again speaking in Indian.
 Beverley ciutched the disk as soon as he saw it gleam in the starlight. ''White man going to have little girl for his squaw, eh g',
 "Yes, yes," cried Beverley without hearing his own voice. He was 4trying l to open the locket, sbutthis hands were numb andstrembfing. When at-last he did open 1t he could$not. see the child face within, for now even the starlight was shut off by scudding black cloud. "Little girl saved Long Hairs life. Long Hair save white warrior for little girl"
 A dignity which was almost noble ac- 1 companied these simple sentences.
 Long Hair stood proudly erect like a colossal statue in the dimness. The great truth dawned upon Bever- l ley that here was characteristic act. He knew that an Indian rarely failed l to repay 3 kindness or an injury, stroke for stroke, when opportunity offered. "Wait here little while,' Long Hair said, and, without lingering for reply. turned away and disappeared in the wood. Beverley was free to run if he wished to, and the thought did surge across his mind, but a restraining something like hand laid upon him l would not let his limbs move. Down deep in his heart calm voice seemed to be repeating Long Hairs Indian sen- tence, "Wait here little while" A few minutes later Long Hair re- turned bearing two guns, Beverley s 1 and his own, the latter superb weap- on given him by Hamilton. He after ward explained that he had brought these, with their bullet pouches and 1 powder horns, to place of conceal ment near by before he awolze Bever- ley.
 Delay could not be thought of. Long 1 Hair explained briefly that he thought l Beverley must go to Kaskaskia. He 1 had come across the stream in the di- rection of Vincennes in order to set his l warriors at fault The stream must l be recrossed, he said, farther down, and he would help Beverley certain 1 distance on his way, then leave him to
 shift for himself He had a meager
 amount of parched corn and buffalo
 meat in his pouch which would stay hunger until they could kill some game.
 Now they must go.
 They flung miles behind them before 1 day dawn, Long Hair leading, Bever- ley pressing close at his heels. Most of the way led over fiat prairies covered with water, and they therefore left no track by which they could be followed.
 Late in the forenoon Long Hair killed deer at the edge of 8 wood. Here they made fire and cooked supply
 which would last them for day or l two, and then on they went again. But we cannot follow them step by step. When Long Hair at last took leave of Beverley the occasion had no ceremo- ny. It was an abrupt, unemotional parting. The stalwart Indian simply said in his own dialect, pointing west ward:
 eco that way fxvo days yO11 will find