The Butler weekly times. (Butler, Mo.) 1881-1918, 1913-10-16
Continued from last weekly

UT won't take time to tell
now, as ! have to follow then
and the Indians across thu
ridge. They meant to return will
Chetoka and Silver Fawn dead O
alive. l hurried as fast as ! coult
and as passed a clump Of willows
and sumac, I saw horse out in thu
clearing and an Indian lying on thu
ground close to him. walked clos
er and closer, and in a moment rec
ognized the Indian as Chetoka. He
made sign as much as to say, ''Stay
away" He kept pointing to the
clump of willows and at last l knew
that he wanted me to hide there fol
awhile. Icould see that he was moi
hurt, but was using little Indian
strateeem, though didn't know for
what purpose. All l did was to gel
behind that bunch of willows and
wait.
had not more than got settled
when l heard footprints" Iactual-
ly felt like Robinson Crusoe. look
ed at myself to see if l was not all
dressed in furs like Robbie, but I was
mistaken. Still l was not far from it,
mostly "bare skim"
Those Footprints were the
Frenchman's and l knew then there
was going to be something doing. He
had seen the horse and had thoug ht
that here was another chance to get
something for nothing. He had sent
the rest of the gang towards the
bluffs and now it was going to be
man and man. Chetoka had courted
Silver Fawn in a pure-souled way
and now, thinking he had almost lost
her, he would take a last desperate
chance at winning her in a fight for
real love.
Dumot walked stealthily up to the
horse, almost touching Chetoka's
hand as he walked around him, laid
down his gun to examine the blanket
that lay at the side of Chetoka. Like
a flash of lightning Chetoka grabbed
the gun and threw it toward me and
stood straight up in front of the
Frenchman. His eyes, deep-set and
black and at first bright and shifting,
now had become still and threaten
ing. His slightly furrowed brow had
begun to flush and the sweat burst
through the red skin and fell like
boiling water from steaming kettle. |
He folded his bare red-brown arms
and the muscles fairly played with
the vengeance which was being
kindled in his heart.
Dumot's eyes shifted from one
side to the other. Very quickly and
appealingly he looked for the gun.
Chetoka advanced toward the French
man and spoke:
"You love Silver Fawn? No, you
do no love her. love Silver Fawn.
You buy her, take her away, maybe
kill her. No, you do no love her.
No, no. Chetoka knows, he under
stand. Chetoka fight Frenchman.
Who kills-take Silver Fawn. No?
You no fight? Then we see. We
go to her now. There near water
Silver Fawn waits for Chetoka. Sill
yer Fawn's father dead. Great Spirit
come, take him. No one kill him.
He die-broken heart; die cause Sill
yer Fawn leave him and 60 with
wicked Frenchman. You kill him;
now kill you. Come! Come to
The place where blood run away, =,
leave no evil spirit" :
They had reached the river and
Chetoka had forced Dumot to fight,
Silver Fawn waiting in exactly the
spot where Chetoka had said. As
soon as Dumot saw her, he made up
MS mind that she was worth fight, /,
n which he thought he might be
victor. |.
A row of trees and underbrush en-
irely hid the place selected for the
,attle. No weapons were to be used;
{ was to be strangle fight; it was :,
nan to man, and the one who came /.
nut from the arena of the forest was
entitled to the queen Of the redmen. >
watched from where l had hidden u
Ifter following them from the will
ows. In a moment they were out U
4 sight. q
All sounds could be heard and in u
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