Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1904-02-10

ished the tomahawk. TO struggle was
useless save to insist upon being
Drained outright, which just then had
no part In Beverley's considerations.
Long Hair kicked his victim heavily,
uttering laconic curses meanwhile, and
led him back again to the starting
point.
The young man, who had borne all
he could, now turned upon him furi-
ously and struck straight from the
shoulder. setting the whole weight Of
his body into the blow. Long Hair
stepped out Of the way and quick as
fash brought the fiat side OF his toma-
hawk with great force against Bever-
ley's head. This gave the amusement a
sudden and disappointing end, for the
prisoner fell limp and senseless to the
ground. No more running the gantlet
for him that day. Indeed it required
protracted application Of the best In
dian skill to revive him SO that he
could fairly be called living man.
There had been no dangerous concus-
sion, however, and on the following
morning camp was broken.
Beverley. sore, haggard, forlornly
disheveled, had his arms bound again
and was made to march apace with his
nimble enemies, who set out swiftly
eastward, their disappointment at hav-
ing their sport cut short, although Bit
ter enough, not in the least indicated
by any facial expression or spiteful act.
Was it really strange thing, or was
1t not, that Beverley's mind now busted
itself increasingly with the thought that
Long Hair had Alice's picture in his
pouch? One might find room for dis
cussion of cerebral problem like this,
but our history cannot be delayed with
analyses and speculations. It must run
its direct course unhindered to the end.
Suffice it to record that while tramping
at Long Hairs side and growing more
and more DESTROYS Of seeing the picture
again Beverley began trying to con-
verse with his taciturn captor. He had
considerable smattering Of several
Indian dialects, which he turned upon
Long Lair to the best OF his ability,
but apparently without effect. Never
theless he babbled at intervals, always
upon the same subject and always en-
deavoring to influence that huge, stol-
i'd, heartless savage in the direction of
letting him see again the child face Of
the miniature.
When night came on again the band
camped under some trees beside swolL
IN stream. There was no rain falling,
but almost the entire country lay under
a food Of water. Fires Of logs were
soon burning brightly on the compare
lively dry bluff chosen by the Indians.
The weather was chill, but not cold.
Long Hair took great pains, however,
to dry Beverley's clothes and see that
he had warm wraps and plenty to eat.
Hamilton's large reward would not be
forthcoming should the prisoner die.
Beverley was good property, we'll
worth careful attention. To be sure, his
scalp in the worst event would CON-
mand sufficient honorarium. but not
the greatest. Beverley thought of all
this while the big Indian was wrap
ping him snugly in skins and blankets
for the night. and there was no COM
fort in it save that possibly if he were
returned to Hamilton he might see
Alice again before he died.
At about the midhour of the night
Long Hair gently awoke his prisoner
by drawing a hand across his face
then whispered in his ear: