The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1904-09-10

cherries, eating every one of them, and
that girl running of somewhere instead
of staying here and picking them" size
rallied in answer to the young mans
polite inquiry. IL haven't seen her
these four hours, neither her nor that
rascally hunchback, Jean. They're up
to some mischief, I'll be boundr'
Nine. Rousslllon pulled audibly be
tween phrases, but she suddenly be-
came very mild when relieved of her
TRADE.
"Mais entrez," she added in a pleas.
ant tone, come in and tell me the
news"
Renc's disappointment rushed into
his face, but he managed to laugh II
aside
Father Beret has just been telling
me-" said Nine. Roussillon, that our
friend Long Hair made some trouble
last night. How about it?'
Rene told her what he knew and
added that Long Hair would probably
never be seen again.
He was shot, no doubt of it," he
went on "and is now being nibbled by
fish and turtles. We tracked him by
his blood TO where he jumped into the
| Wabash. lie never came out
| Strangely enough, It happened that
at the very time of this chat between
Nine Roussillon and Rene, Alice was
bandaging Long Hairs wounded leg
with strips of her apron. 1t was under
some willows which overhung the bank
of narrow and shallow lagoon or
slough, which in those days extended
a mile or two back into the country
on the farther side of the river. Alice
and Jean went over in pirogue to see
If the water lilies, haunting a pond
there, were yet beginning to bloom.
They landed at a convenient spot some
distance up the little lagoon, made the
boat fast by dragging its Prov high
ashore, and were on the point OF setting
out across a neck of wet, grassy land
to the pond, when deep grunt, not
unlike that of a self satisfied pig, at
tracted them to the willows, where
they discovered Long Hair, badly
wounded, weltering In some black mud.
His hiding place was cunningly
chosen, save that the mire troubled
him, letting him down by slow degrees.
and threatening to engulf him bodily
and he was now too weak to extricate
himself. He lifted his head and glared.
His face was grimy, his hair matted
with mud. Alice, although brave
enough and quite accustomed to start
ling experiences, uttered a cry when
- L,s eli IN
savagely amid the shadows. But Jean
was quick to recognize Long Hair. He
had often seen him about town, figure
not to be forgotten.
They've been hunting him every
where" he said I'm half whisper to
Alice, clutching the skirt of her dress
ITS Long Hair, the Indian who stole
the brandy. | know him"
Alice recoiled pace or two.
Lets go back and tell EN-" Jean
: added, still whispering. They want tc
kill him; Oncle Jazon said so. Come
, onr
; He gave her dress jerk, but she
\ did not move any farther back She
: was looking at the blood ooZing from 4
wound in the Indians leg.
"He Is shot; he Is hurt. Jean; WI
must help him." she presently said, re
b covering her self control, yet still pale
D eve must get him out Of that baC
place"
D Jean caught AliCes merclful spiri
l with sympathetic readiness ant
= showed immediate willingness to aiC
+ her.
. It was a difficult thing to do, bu
4 there was a will and OF course way
They had knives with which they Gu
willows 10 make standing place OF
the mud. While they were doing Thu
they spoke friendly words to Lon
Hair, who understood French little
and at last they got hold Of his arms
tugged, rested, tugged again and hnall
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