Crittenden press. [volume] (Marion, Ky.) 1879-1907, 1904-04-21

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And by a man who calls himself a
governor, too" said another. "Ah, as
for myself, I'm in favor of burning him
alive when we capture him. That's
me-"
"Et moi aussi," chimed In third
voice THAT poor girl must be aveng-
ed. The man who shot her must die.
Holy Virgin, but II Gaspard Roussillon
were only herer'
but he is here. saw him just after
dark. He was I'm great fighting temper,
that terrible man. Ouf, but ! should
not like 10 be Colonel Hamilton ana
fall In the way Of that Gaspard Rous-
sillonr'
"Morbleul I should say not. You
may leave me out OF a chance like that.
l shouldn't mind seeing Gaspard handle
the governor though. All, that would
be too good! He'd pay him up for
shooting Mile. Alice"
Beverley could scarcely hold himself
erect by the fence. The smoky. foggy
landscape swan round him heavy and
strange. He uttered groan, which
brought Oncle Jazon 10 his side In q
hurry.
"Qu' avez-vousp What's the matterr
the old man demanded with quick sym
patty. "Hev they hit ye? Lieutenant.
air ye hurt much"
Beverley did not hear the old mans
words, did not feel his kindly touch.
Alice, AliceT he murmured. Dead
deadr
"Ya-as," drawled Oncle Jazon. 81
hearn about II soon as got inter town.
It's a sorry thing. a mighty sorry thing.
But mebby won't do a little somepin'
TO that
Beverley Strengthened himself and
lifted his gun, forgetting that he had
not reloaded II since firing last He
leveled II at the fort and touched the
trigger. simultaneously with his
movement an cmbrasure opened and a
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 "A ridge
pole from the roof OF house hard by
and sent IL whirling through the air.
"Ventrebleu-et apresf What next
Better knock a feller's eyes Out!' the
old man cried. II 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 a fiattened and spent
ball that glanced from a fence picket
The shock caused him TO stagger ant
drop his gun, but he quickly picked i
up and turned to his companion.
"Are you hurt, Oncle JazonY' he in
quired. Are you hurt?'
Not a Bit jes skeert mos into ;
duck 1T Thought a cannon ball haC
knocked my whole dang face dow
my throat! Nothin' but a handful q
splinters In my poorly countnanct
maxim my head feel like Il porc'pinc
But sort o thought heard somepin
give you a diff"
Something did hit me-" said Bever
ley, laying a hand on his breast. "bu
don't think IL was bullet. The
seem TO he getting our range at last
Tell the men to keep well under covel
They must not expose themselves unit
, we are ready 20 charge"
The shock had brought him back I
his drty as a leader of his little CON
pany, and with the funeral bell Of al
his life's happiness tolling in his age
nized heart he turned afresh to direct
, ing the fire upon the blockhouse.
About this time a runner came iron
, Clark with an order 10 cease firing ant
let returning party OF British scout
, under Captain Lamothe re-enter tn
fort unharned. A strange order
seemed TO both officers and men. bu
II was implicitly obeyed. Clark's geniu
, here made another fine strategic flash
He knew that unless he let the scout
p go back into the stockade they woul,
escape by running away. and nigh
. possibly organize an army Of Indian
, | with which to succor Hamilton. Blu
IL they were permitted 10 go insid
they could be captured with the res
t, OF the garrison. Hence his order.
! A few minutes passed in dead 81
lence. Then Captain Lamothe and hi
. party marched close by where BeveI
, ley's squad was lying concealed
was n difficult task TO restrain the ere
oles for some OF them hated Lamoth,
, Oncle Jazon squirmed like n snak
while they fled past all unaware tina
= an enemy lurked 30 near. When the
reached the fort, ladders were pu
down for them and they began I
Chamber over the wall, crowding an
= pushing one another In wild haste
Oncle Jazon could hold in no longer
"Ya! va! Var he yelled. Loo
out! The ladder is a-fallin' WI yer
Then all the lurking crowd shoute
, as one man, and, sure enough, dow
came n ladder-men and all in crash
ing heap.
= silence! Silencew Beverley con
manded, but he could not check tn
wild jeering and laughing, while tn
bruised and frightened scouts hastil
= erected their ladder again, fairly tun
. bling over one another In their hast
10 ascend, and 30 cleared the wall, fal
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