The Caldwell tribune. [volume] (Caldwell, Idaho Territory [Idaho]) 1883-1928, 1906-04-21
CHAPTER XIV.

CHAPTER XIV.
Joel Logston reached sBoonesborough
much exhausted from the loss of blood;
but he was not so weak as to be I'M
able to give q very extraordinary ac-
count of what had transpired.
The restraint which had been imposed
upon the Frenchman's actions proved by
no means agreeable. He felt that he
was in danger, and that many of his
plans were likely to fail. He attributed
all his present difficulties to young Nor
wood, and resolved to be fully revenged
upon him. He paced the rough floor OF
the block-house until near midnight, de-
vising plans of escape and retaliation.
The pioneers were in their cabins,
and the Frenchman was the sole occu-
pant of the structure. The door which
opened into the Enclosure was guarded
by Andrew, who was soon to be relieved
by Exquisite Ebony. That 1t would be
possible to corrupt the simple black and
escape was an idea that naturally crept
into the mind Of LIE Bland. The result
of this conception was the following con-
versation between the parties.
"AndrewT' said the Frenchman, in a
low voice, putting his mouth to a loop
hole.
The honest African was somewhat
comatose at that time; but the sound
instantly aroused him, and caused him
to look around in alarm. LIE Bland re-
| peated the name.
Gam dat you spokin?" said Andrew.
The prisoner answered In the afarma-
| tive without delay.
Don't dress yerself to me-" returned
Andrew, with some loftiness Of manner.
The Frenchman CRASHED his teeth
with anger, and wished, for the moment,
above all other things, for the privilege
of wringing the negro's neck.
"But, my good Andrew, this misfor-
tune of mine should not interrupt oul
friendship" added the prisoner In dep.
recating tone.
"Dis chile am berry much fat-i-gued
and doesn't want to hear no low re-
marks" said Andrew, yawning.
| "Come, Monsieur Andrew, don't b.
hard on a person who has been unfortu
nate"
"Stop dat talkin' dar; I'm gwine to de
compose some poetry. What will rhym,
wird Skies you French Teller in dar 7
asked Andrew after a short silence.
"Eyes," replied LIE Bland, thinkin,
that perhaps it would be better to humo
his mood.
Oar fust line am dis" resumed tn,
negro, Oar moon am sailin' in de skies.
"But can't compare wild Dinah's eyes,
added lie Bland.
dat am berry good" quoth Andrew
much pleased with the lines.
Listen" continued the Frenchman
"I'll assist you to compose some lines o.
Dinah's eyes, if you'll just let me out o
this ridiculous place. Poetry Is the sur
road to the female heart. Andrew, 20
are a poet and a man Of feeling"
Eyes, I know dat" said the Negro
highly gratifed by the compliment to hi
head and heart.
1.-THE fact of the case is, that I ar
vilely slandered and villainously ira
duced. 1t Is necessary in order to viz
dictate my character, that l should .,
cape this block house. Now it seems t
me, that a man of your sensibility mus
pity me, more especially when assur
you. that will give you a handsom
sum of money for your services"
Money!" exclaimed Andrew, eagerly
Eyes, Andrew; good, hard, silve
pieces"
dat alters de circumstance. Poke on
des money frew der hole" responde
| Andrew readily.
, ITO be continually