The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1914-03-26

not stand here and discuss them. You
will let me pass nowf'
She drew back. but with eyes still on
my face. She must have read there
that no pleading would change me, for
she only said regretfully:
II have angered your You do not
trust me, because I am Indian7"
Il do trust you" burst forth. 81
hardly know why. but do. It is hard
for me to cay no. but I must. wish
TO remain your friend mademoiselle. to
to meet you again somewhere"
Her face, white In the star-shine.
smiled.
you shall, monsieur" confidently.
and she pointed with one hand into the
north. "yonder In the villages OF the
wyandots."
You mean you will 20 there alonef
All those leagues alone7"
Perhaps; there would be nothing TO
fear. have travelled as long wilder.
ness trail before. Yet need not 90
alone; there is another here who must
return to sandusky."
Simon Girtyl Good Godl Would
you dream Of companioning with that
foul renegade7 DO you know what he
Isl"
Yes. monsieur" quietly. "and he
knows what am. He is not reckless
enough to offer me insult; did he do so
he would be torn limb from limb You
do not know my people. but Simon
Girty does. I do not fear him, yet I
would rather go with you
Il cannot consent; II would cost me
my commission to take you. I must
say goodb
She held out her hand.
"Good-by. monsieur"
left her standing there, q slender,
dark shadow In the starlight, feeling
yet the Arm grip OF her fingers, and
seeing yet In memory the upturned
face. That she really meant what she
said SO confidently did not truly be-
lieve. Her threat OF travelling In COM
pany with Girty. or even alone, was
merely uttered In the vague hope that
II might influence me. She could not
be In earnest In spite of her assertion
l was not altogether convinced that
she was an Indian. q wyandot. She
was 20 young. so girlish. 90 soft of
voice and civilized Of speech. I could
not associate her with savages, or
those dark haunted woods. I even
laughed grimly to myself. a. I went
down the bluff. at the thought
The boat was In the dark shadows
OF the bank. q sisable canoe. three In
Delawares-Grasping
the paddles and knesling In the bot
tom. and two men holding II steady
against the current. One Of these. tall
and straight would be Brady. but the
other. a mere shadow In the dark. was
unrecognizsble.
You 20 with usf" asked.
He Strengthened up. with the motion
OF q salute.
yah. der captain he says so. don't
Id ?" the words strongly Dutch.
"oh. yes. my man; you are the cook.
10 there an extra paddle In there.
boys!'
An Indian voice srunted . response.
holding II up.
All right; take II. and get in. What
10 your Nance"
Johann Schultz"
I remembered him. private In
Browns company. ne poor q choice a.
could have been made for such an ex-
petition. but Il was too late now for
an exchange.
'In with you, Schultz" ordered
sharply, behind the last Indian, and
bend your back: this is to be no pleas
ure trip after wild flowers. All ready.
Bradyf"
He stepped into the bow OF the
craft. without answering. and crouched
down. his long rife showing above his
shoulder. pushed OF. and found
room at the stern. There was q nash
Of paddles In the dark water. and. al
most noiselessly. We swept out into the
stream. For the space OF mile. per
haps. We skirted the clearing. the river
q stream Of silver under the stars. the
land on either side. disngured by
blackened tree stumps. making a desc
late picture. Then the canoe slipped
silently into the forest waterway. the
dense woods on either bank obscuring
the stars. and plunging us into dark
ness. Brady bent over the sharp bow.
his eyes watchful for any obstacle. for
any swirl OF the current. and ! could
family distinguish his voice in low
spoken warning to the Indian paddlers.
We were hemmed In by wilderness.
the narrow stream bordered by great
forest trees, with branches overhang-
ing the current. and huge roots pro-
jecting from the messy banks.
There was little or no underbrush;
indeed. as the light grew stronger. the
vista stretched far away between the I
gnarled trunks OF oak and hickory to /
where the land rose In low bluff II
was a somber scene OF gray and green .
coloring, save that here and there were .
clusters OF wild flowers yielding
brighter hue OF blue and yellow to the .
dull background. The silence was pro. 4
found, the river noiseless, except as
the waters occasionally foamed over
some obstacle In their path, or muir .
INJURED softly about the sharp PROV OF .
the canoe. High up above the early
morning air fiuttered the leaves, yet so
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