The Olneyville times. (Olneyville [Providence, R.I.]) 1887-1917, 1905-12-01

TO camp about the Hollow Oak. IL is
one of their camping grounds, yUu
! konw."
IL hope that you may be right.
| long 10 be dealing blows Jf vengeance
upon them. Ii docs spen. ns though |
could not content myself much longer
But you must be patient. Simon.
our hour OF vengeance will surely
come. 1t cannot now be long delayed.
The savages are near at hand. Be-
fore midnight comes we will be strlk-
ing blows for your dead ones. Como
on and let us get as near 10 them al
we can while the daylight lasts. We
cannot follow them when the darkness
has hid the trail"
Simon Hart made no reply. but the
stern. determined look upon his corn-
tenance deepened. telling Of the feel
| ings which animated his breast, and
how he longed TO commence the work
Of avenging his lost ones.
Swiftly. yet cautiously. they gllded
along the trail, while the sun went
down behind the western treetops
to gather thickly about them.
Crowning an eminence. they cOuld
see through the twilight the hollow
oak. beneath the branches Of which
they felt sure of finding the savaees.
The trail led directly thither. and there
was little need Of keeping upon ii,
they thought, so certain were they that
they should find there those they
sought
The night was come when at length
they stood close 10 II. and saw shining
through the trees the light of camp
fire one portion Of their task was
ogcr; their work Of death was soon 10
begin.
Silently they crept nearer and nearer
Iatil az last they stood as close 20 the
rec that they could count The sayaGrs
clustering about The fire. They were
saycn in number.
Simon Hart was so impatient for his
vengeance that he would have sprung
upon them at once had not his com
Ianion held him back. and at the same
time whispering in his ear:
Keep quiet, if YOU would not ruin
all Wait until they are asleep. and
then our task will be an easy one. ana
or vengeance sure. TO strike now
might ruin all. No one OF those red
HondS must on any account be suffered
TO escape"
Simon Hart saw that his friend was
right. He must possess himself with
patience rs best ne could.
As motioncss as statues they STOOD
tacre. with their eyes fixed upon their
enemies. Slowly the minutes went by.
1t seemed that the time for them to
strike would never come.
The light of the camp fire grew
paler and palcr, and at last only Il
faint glow remained. The SavaG"S
about ii. and 90 all appear
ancc each and e"cry one was buried
in Sumber.
The hour of vengeance had arrived
NOlseicSsly the two hunters cr2pt tow
ard their victims. In one hand they
held their rifles ana in the other their
knives. A few steps brought them TO
the side o. the nearest Savages.
For my wife. my children. eX-
claimed Simon Hart. in 4 whisper.
ms he buried his knife to the hilt in The
heart Of a savage.
The blow Of Dick White was no less
strong and sure, and two Of the saw
ages lay weltcring in their gore. their
career ended forever.
So silently aud surely had the blows
been struck that neither had uttered
so much as n groGn. Their comrades
still slept on, unsuspiciouS of the
doom impending.
After the knives of The avengers
were raised and true 10 their aim
they did the work assigned Ia them.
But three of the savagcs now re-
manned.
"Another blow for my murdered
ones" shouted Simon Hart. in II tone
OF triumph which rang out like Il
trumpet through the stiffness of the
night.
Tie remaining savagcS sprang to
their feet. but before they could rise
and arm in their defense n couple of
bullets ended the career of two of
them forever. The remaining savage
turned To fee. but he had hardly
quilted his tracks before Simon Hart
was upon him, and one blow COM
plctd the work Of vengeance.
For years thereafter the Hollow Oak
was known To the settlers of that re-
Sion rs the Tree of Dcath.-New York
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