The Ocala evening star. [volume] (Ocala, Fla.) 1895-1943, 1914-04-17

HE wore one-stoien no doubt-buf
was no soldier. MademoiseIle knew
the man, a rufian called Jules lap
PIN
He gazed into my face minute and
laughed. Shaping his knee in sudden
merriment
Lord. But that's good one, boy!
BY the Lord Harry I was fine joke.
But maybe we better move, friend, for
he would not be In good humOr II he
did come. and am scarcely In better
grace with him than you"
go where.'
ITO join my party. Did yer think It
likely was here alone! I'll tell yer
the whole of 1t in word. found the
warriors Of the Wyandots marching
south. an joined them Have you
heard it was war? Az! There's no
stopping now: the tribes have taken
the trail. the tomahawks are bloody.
It is said st. Clair has left Harmar
already. and there win be fighting on
the Wabash. Pish! It II easy to guess
how 1t win end"
Where are your Indians!
AT the foot Of the lake. / secuted
the blaze OF IRE over here and crept
up through the woods to investigate.
Then somebody fired gun. and ran
forward. This IL what / found" He
waved his hand about the open space
Now you understand. / reckon the
best thing for us to do Is to get out"
looked down at Brady doubtfully;
then stepped over beside him.
How Is he. mademoiselle? asked.
can he talk at all!''
III you bend close to his lips you
can hear his words" she answered
glancing up at my face The hunters
eyes were bright; he seemed to be try
ing to speak, and I dropped on my
knees beside her.
What Is 1t, Brady?''
There was a faint muttering, but
distinguished the words
'Was-was .that-Simon Girty?"
EYES,"
~The-the man-who. who-cut me
DOWN."
YES"
w AAe1A A4SA - AO INV
Right here; you want to speak to
him-oh. Girty?"
The renegade came toward us, and
the eyes Of the two borderers met For
q long moment they looked at each
other. many q memory, no doubt, float
ing between. Then Brady held out q
blackened hand.
Yer saved my life, Simon Girty," he
said with an effort IL never thought
to-shake hands with you-but-but
I'm goin' to-"
Girty's ugly face broke into a smile.
No more did L." he admitted GRIM
shakin' hands mood when we've met
heretofore. Still, reckon, we're about
even up an kin afford ter shake IL we
wanter. Think yer kin travel a bit,
Brady?"
How car?"
ITO the foot of the lake; to a Wyan-
dot camp
The hunters eyes wandered from
his face to mine.
Il reckon l can" he mumbled at
last. T-ain't hurt SO much, only
bruised up" His glance fell upon his
feet. Maybe fl had some whole
moccasins I'd get along better"
We'll fix that" and Girty laughed.
II reckon that's what them dead In
juns is lying there for"
He stepped across to the nearest
body, fumbled q moment, and came
back, dropping on his knees. Deity
and quickly he cut the burned leather
from the wounded mans feet. touching
the blackened flesh gingerly with his
fingers, and slipped on the new mecca
sins.
you're not scorched much. friend.
Hurts some. reckon, but a couple o
days will put you all right agin-"
As pen these adventures of youth
seem to retain but dim recollection OF
what occurred following our arrival at
the camp at the foot of the lake. l re-
call the struggle we had with Brady,
which taxed Girty's strength as well as
my own. The man suffered greatly,
and for much OF the distance we bore
him in our arms In spite of his pro-
tests. Yet we reached the spot at last,
and stumbled into the circle of light
cast by small fire, the Indians
aroused from sleep by Girty's shout,
and clustering about us in eager Curl
osity At first view deemed them hos
tile, but a word from the girl made
them friendly enough.
It was the fourth day, on the banks
of the Maumee, that we came strag-
Cling into the Indian encampment, and
passed through bowling hordes, who
struck at US in spite of the guards.
The word passed that one of the white
prisoners was Stephen Brady caused
them to press about US so close that
we were fairly hemmed into the mass,