Daily capital journal. (Salem, Oregon) 1903-1919, 1904-01-02

this while the big Indian was wrap
ping him snugy in skins and blankets
for tue night and there was no corn
fort in il save that possibly II he We're
returned to Hamilton he might see
Alice again before he died.
At about the mldhour OF the nieb,
Long Hair gently awoke his prisoner
by drawing a hand across his raeu
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"sullr
Beverley tried to rise, uttering =
sleepy ejaculation under his breath.
mo talkr' hissed Long Hair. "Stillg
There was something in his voice
that not only swept the last film OF
sleep out of Beverley's brain, but made
Il perfectly clear to him that a very
important bit Of craftiness was being
performed Just what its nature was,
however. he could not surmise. One
thing was obvious Long Hair did moi
wish the other Indians TO know of the
move he was making. Deftly he
slipped the blankets from around Bev.
erley and cut the thongs at his ankles.
Gllll. nt NulHleItus Abilt lullEs
Under such circumstances compe-
tent mind acts with lightning celerity.
Beverley now understood that Long
Hair was stealing him away from the
other savages and that the big villain
meant to cheat them out of their part
Of the reward. Along with this discov-
cry came a fresh gleam of hope. II
would be far easier to escape from one
Indian than from nearly a score. Al
ready he was planning or trying to
plan some way by which he could kill
Long Hair when they should reach a
safe distance from the sleeping camp.
But how could the thing be done? A
man with his hands tied. though they
are in front of him, is in no excellent
condition TO cope with a free and stat
wart savage armed to the teeth. Still
Beverley's spirits rose with every rod
of distance that was added to their
slow progress.
Their course was nearly parallel with
that Of the stream, but slightly con
verging with it, and after they had
gone about a furlong they reached the
bank. Here Long Hair stopped and,
without a word, cut the thongs from
Beverley's wrists. This was astound-
ing. The young man could scarcely re-
alize it, nor was he ready TO act.
"Swim water" Long Hair said in a
cultural murmur barely audible.
"Swimw
Again Il was necessary for Bever-
ley's mind to act swiftly and with pru-
dence. The camp was yet within hail
ing distance. A false move now would
/ bring the whole pack bowling to the
rescue. Something told him to do as
Long Hair ordered. so with scarcely a
perceptible hesitation he scrambled
down the bushy bank and slipped into
the water, followed by Long Hair,
who seized him by one arm when ne
! began TO swim and struck out with him
into the boiling and tumblng current.
Beverley had always thought himself
master swimmer. but Long Hair
showed him his mistake. II was a
long, cold struggle, and when at last
they touched the sloping, low bank on
the other side Long Hair had fairly Ia
lift his chilled and exhausted prisoner
TO the top.
Ugh cold"' he grunted, beginning ia
pound and rub Beverley's arms, legs
and body. MAKE warm heapv
All this he did with his right hand.
holding the tomahawk In his left.
II was Il strange, bewildering eXpe-
rience ont of which the young man
could not see in any direction far
enough 10 give him hint upon which
to act In few minutes Long Hair
jerked him to his feet and said;
eco"
1t was just light enough TO see that
the order had tomahawk 20 enforce
II wlthal. Long Hair indicated the di-
rection and drove Beverley onward as
fast as he could.
'TFy run way. KILL" he kept repeat
ing, while with his left hand on the
young mans shoulder he guided him
from behind dexterously through tiie
wood for some distance.
They had just emerged from a 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 cureering bmck clouds Bev.
eriey shiverCd. not so much with cold
as on account OF the stress of excite.
ment which amounted 10 nervous rlgOr.
Long Hair faced him and leaned to-
ward him ra,ll his breathing was an
dlble and his massive features were
dimly outl.n2d A dragon of the dark
est age could not have been more re-
pplslve.
Ugh. frlond"'
Beverley started when these words
were followed by sentence In un In
'dlGn dialect somewhat familiar to him.
a dialect IN which he had tried TO talk
with Long Hair during the days
march The sentence, literally trans
| lated. WAS
Long Hair is friendly now WIZ
| white muu- bc fripudlyT