Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1904-12-29

duty In the kings name!'
Mount burst into shout Of laughter.
That's it! In the kings name! I've
heard that too-oh, yes, I've heard
that O. moonlight nights Then, in
flash, he wheeled on Butler, snarling,
every tooth barred: Course you, sir! Do
you take me for your lackey or the
kings hangman?"
Buffers face paled in the waning
fire light Presently he said, in his
slow, even tones: IT shall take care
that your good wishes reach the kings
ears. Pray, sir, honor me with your
name and d 1ality, though l may per-
haps guess both"
mo need to guess cut in the big
fellow cheeSfully. I'm Jack Mount.
1 burned the Gaspee. helped dump his
maiesty's tea into Boston harbor, and
/ should be pleased to do as much for
the king himself. Tell him so, Captain
Butler. Tell my Lord Dunmore he can
have ducking, too, at his lordship's
polite convenience"
"Will you deliver me my warrant
and my prisoner?" demanded Butler,
with CHASTITY smile.
MOI! said Mount. make new
trail, you Tory hangman! March!'
And he gave him prod with his rife.
Butler backed out into the brush at
the point of Mounts long rifle; then
the red fire glow left him, and he was
gone into the darkness Of early morn
ing. Presently the Weasel stole after
him
Mount came staggering back, paus-
ing to drop the warrant on the hot
Goals as he passed. Renard returned
in a few minutes, took his rifle and
squatted briskly down just before the
fire light.
AS Mount came up to me rose and
thanked him for the protection he had
given so generously, and he laughed
and laid one padded fist on my Shout
der.
"Hark We, friend" he said; "take
your Indian belts and your pack and
. go in peace, for If Dunmore is after
you the sooner you start north the bet
!, ter. Go, lad. I'm not your enemy"
IT go SOUTH replied cautiously.
ooh, you do, eh?" said Mount, fun
bling in his pockets for the flint he had
, taken from my rifle. Are you bound
, for Cresap's camp too?'
, ".Are you.?' 1 asked, reddening.
IT know Michael Cardigan" observed
! the Weasel, quietly coming up, buc
) king on his pack Hes one Of Sir VIII
:. liam Johnson's household. That &C
counts for those peace belts Of wan
pun. Shemuel yonder knows the lad
: ''Ohow exclaimed Mount, staring a
y me. $50 you come on Sir Williams
= business to the Cayugas? Ha, now
begin to grasp this pretty game. ST.
William wishes his Cayugas to 81
:, tight while Cresap builds forts"
. "Since when have you come from
Johnstown?" asked.
'"Oh, week after you left" replies
70 the Weasel. 1--WE saw your tracks, bu
we went another way after the frs
week. You lost too much time"
Mount had now hoisted his pack t
his shoulders and stood watchin
=. Shemuel the Hebrew peddler, STRAP
ping up his dingy boxes, tucking in bit
: of lace and ribbon and cheap fnery.
Mount took my arm in friendly fasf
- ion and moved out into the gray woods
There have been strange doings i
% q, Johnstown since you left" he said. 8.
: change has come in a single week, lat
al Neighbors no longer speak; the tow
is three parts Tory to one part patrio
!" even brothers hate each other. Tw
y taverns known to be the meetin
-. places Of patriots have been set afil
and shot into, and old John Butler
gone north, where, they say, he is raj
ing bloody crew of cutthroats, RAJ
&c gers, half breeds and young Mohawk
VI Sir William is holding long talks wit
a. Brant and Red Jacket at the upp'
;" castle Dunmores suit Travelled soul
the day you left and ought to be
~ Fortress Pitt by this hour tomorrow
~ Since you left Johnstown all are tai
GU ing of the new beauty who threw ov
Gu Walter Butler-whats her name
certain Miss Warren, ward of Sir w
7u' liam, and it is commonly reported tn
the dispute over the Indians and t
er' quarrel betwixt Butler and Sir w
lse liam stopped the match"
"What of it? broke out hoarselv
eu "Only that this beautiful Miss Ws
oiS rem came with Lord Dunmore's suit
Pittsburg and Walter Butler has ope
ln ly bousted he will marry her spite
ng, Sir William or the devil himself. A
oss here Is the lady-and here comes b
ere rash gallant tumbling after his Jill"
/; I Are you certain that Miss Warren
'ho already in Pittsburgh l asked.
up. 1--WE saw the ladies and the escort
to week since" said Mount. 1.-The trail
good for horses below Grown Gap. a
81 they were well mounted-aye, mob
you horsed, ladies and troopers! Was it 4
splendid sight, Cade?"
ard Gay and goddess" replied the We
ook sci, buckling the straps on his pa
ely more tightly and shifting the weig
to with a grunt "Are you ready, Jack
ded Mount looked at me-
he'd "Join us and welcome" he said bri
the ly. "It's safer than going alone. @
the friend, Mr.. Sheriff Butler, will
Iep, watching for US, and we mustn't Ike