The Washington herald., 1912-04-28

| likewise, and as he listened, the sound
3f something moving came to his ears
Behind this stump, be quick" eau.
TONED old Flint Lock, in a low tone
but before he could throw himself be.
lIfrd the barrier, shot rang out and
bullet sang sharply by his ear.
, Back TO the cave, boyi" cried thu
trapper. leaping to his feet. "And that
as fast as you can go. Reckon / was
wrong about that ar buffalo hunt.
Jack turned and ran in the direction
from which he had come with all the
strength which he could mus;cr, and
yet, in spite of his greatest trial, the
old scout, with long and swinging
stride. kept easily ahead of him with no
apparent effort Sharp yells, mean
while, sounded in their rear, while
shots rang out again and again, and
lead balls whizzed dangerously close to
their ears
In apparently no time at all the
creek had been passed and the two
fugitives were scrambling up the side
of the mountain, while with savage
wells of defiance. fully twenty Indians
could be seen debouching from the val
ley upon the dead .un, and firing some
what aimlessly at their retIeating
forms. The braves faces were wreath
ed in smiles as they saw the two whites
dash into the cave, for they saw a
speedy capture. and-what the Indian
loves above ali else-an opportunity
for applying those refined cruelties
which only the savage mind can devise.
But Cne. at least, paid for his conf
dence with interest, for, as the trapper
reached the mouth of the cave, he
turned, took deliberate aim, and sent
a bullet through the head of the fore
most brave, who, with yell of pain,
fell from his ponv to the grass and
rolled Eelplessly down the hillside.
'One gone, anyway" chuckied old
Flint Lock, which makes my fifteenth
notch in tn rife, this spring. Wall,
wall, what | wonder does our slick
friend Waw-be-wawa want now?'
As he spoke, the young Indian could
be seen approaching, with white piece
of cloth help upon the end of a ranrod.
Wall, what is it?" asked the trapper,
as he came within hailing distance
we got you,' said the Shawnee.
smiling I'VE know you here, we wait
to catch you as you go home. Now
we catch you, sure"
II reckon not" said Flint Lock, slow
ly There's many an Indian will bite
tn dust afore we're captured"
The Shawnee grinned. I'VE smoke
you out quick" he said, sarcastically.
Now you give up and we take you
home after we get the boy"
u will stay with him." shouted the
trapper:
II give you chance for your life"
answered the Indian. Now you take
it? HOw?"
Nav! I'll take nawthen" cried the
trapper "HostilitieS will now COM
mence," and so saying he fired his rife
at the eagle feather in the top of the
Indians head, breaking it in two. and
sending the brave back to his own
lines with a look of fear and hatred
on his countenance.
Now a hail of bullets peppered
against the side of the cave, but, lying
quietly behind two projecting powders,
the fugitives took careful aim, and.
from a yell which now and again went
up from below, il was apparent that a
bullet or two took effect Thus the
fight ragged for an hour or more, until
suddenly a rattle of firearms sounded
upon the air from point further down
the valley, and a whoop quite as loud
as an Indians yell, but vet quite diff
ferent, echoed from the undergrowth.
In a moment more the Indians were
seen to retreat and Jacks heart bound
ed to his throat, as he saw the manly
form OF Col. Washington blowing
through the brush, with Adam Poe
climbing laborously along at his heels.
Here we are" shouted Jack, as he
stepped out into full view, and, in a
few more moments he was gripped
warmly by the broad hands of Lord
Fairfax. while Tommy Wallace capered
about him, yelling ten times as loud as
any savage. and smiling like the famous
Cheshire cat of Alice in Wonderland
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