The Prince George's enquirer and southern Maryland advertiser. (Upper Marlborough, Md.) 1882-1925, 1911-09-01
CHAPTER II
The Scene of Tracedy.

The Scene of Tragedy.
Whatever might be the nature Of
the tragedy it would be over with long
before this, and those moving black
spots away yonder to the west. that
be had discerned from the bluff, were
undoubtedly the departing raiders.
There was nothing left for Keith to
do except determine the fate Of the
unfortunates. and give their bodies de-
cent burial That any had escaped.
or yet lived, was altogether unlikely.
unless, perchance, women had been In
the party, in which case they would
have been borne away prisoners.
Confident that no hostiles would be
left behind to observe his movements,
Keith pressed steadily forward. lead
ing his horse, He had thus traversed
fully half mile before coming upon
any evidence of a f1ght-here the pur-
suers had apparently come up with
the wagons, and circled out upon
either side From their ponies tracks
there must have been a dozen In the
band. Perhaps a hundred yards furth-
er along lay two dead ponies Keith
examined them closey-both had
been ridden with saddles, the marks
of the cinches plainly visible. Evi-
IDENTIFY one of the wagon mules had
also dropped in the traces here, and
had heen dragged along by his mates,
Just beyond came sudden depression
in tia prairie down which the wagons
had plunged so heavily as to break
ore of the axles; the wheel lay few
yards away, and, somewhat to the
right there lay the wreck of the wag
on itself, two dead mules still in the
traces, the vehicle stripped Of con-
tents and -charred by fire. A hundred
feet further along was the other
wagon, it's tongue broken, the canvas
top ripped open, while between the
two were scattered odds and ends Of
wearing apparel and provisions, with
q pile Of boxes smoking grimly. The
remaining mules were gone. and no
semblance of life remained anywhere
Keith dropped his reins over his
horses head, and, with WINCHESTER
cooked and ready, advanced eau
tiously.
Death from violence had long since
become almost commonplace occur
renee to Keith, yet now he shrank for
an instant as his eyes perceived the
figure of a man lying motionless
across the broken wagon tongue. The
grizzled hair and beard were streaked
with blood, the face almost unrecog
nizable. while the hands yet grasped
a bent and shattered rife. Evidently
the man had died fighting beaten
down by overwhelming numbers after
expending his last shot Then those
fiends had scalped and left him where
he fell Fifty feet beyond, shot in
the back, lay younger man. doubled
up in a heap, also scalped and dead
That was all: Keith secuted over a
wide circle, even scanning the stretch
of gravel under the river bank, before
he could fully satisfy himself there
were no others in the party 1t seem
ed impossible that these two travelling
alone would have ventured upon such
trip in the face of known Indian
hostility. Yet they must have done
so, and once again his lips muttered.
"Of all the blame fools,"
Suddenly he halted, staring about
over the prairie. obsessed by a new
thought, an aroused suspicion. There
had appeared merely the footprints
Of the one horse alongside Of the flee
ing wagons when they first turned
OUT ez'm the trail. and that horse had
been newly shod. But there were two
dead ponies lying back wonder: Meth
er shod. yet both had borne saddles
More than this, they had been spur-
red, the blood marks still plainly Wis
ible, and one Of them was branded:
he remembered it now. star and ar
row. What could all this portend :?
Was it possible this attack was no
Indian affair after all? Was the dis
figuring of bodies, the scalping. mere
ly done to make it appear the act of
savages? Driven to Investigation by
this suspicion, he passed again over
the trampled- ground, marking this
time every separate indentation, ey-
cry faintest imprint of hoof or foot
There was no impression of a mocca-
sin anywhere: every mark remaining
was of booted feet. The inference
was sufficiently plaintiffs had been
the deed Of white men, not of red; fou!
murder. and not savage war
TIE knowledge seemed to scar
Keiths brain with fire, and he sprang
to his feet, h3nGs clinched and eyes
blazing He could have believed this
of Indians. it was according to their
nature, their method of warfare: but
the coWardi1ness of it. the atrocity of
the act, as perpetrated By men of his
own race, instantly aroused within
him a desire for vengeance He
wanted to run the fellows down. to
discover their identity Without
thinking of personal danger he ran
forward on their trail which led di-
lectly westward. along the line OF
c0ttonwoods. These served to con
ceal his own movements. yet for the
moment. burning with passion, he
was utterly without caution. without
slightest sGrsc of peril. He must
know who was guilty of such crime:
he felt capable of killing them even as
he would yenem0us snakes. It was a
perfectly plain trail TO follow. for the
fUgitives. apparently convinced Of
safety, and confident their cOwardly
deed would be charged to Indian raid
ers, had made 10 particular effort at
COnCealment, but had ridden away at
4 gallop. their lOrses' hoofs digging