Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1914-07-17

hair shown I could judge better.
What's all this play-actin' about any
how? Though 7 wasn't much play in
1t for me, | reckon" pointing to Brady,
when l got here. A minute more, an
the man would have been sheeted in
fame"
/ stepped toward him, amused to see
the man shrink back, half startled still
at my weird decoration, and dropped
a hand heavily on his shoulder.
Does that feel like the grip of a
phantom, you fool?" l asked sharply.
eff it does I'll shut down tighter still
for your benefit. My tale can wait its
telling until we be well out of here.
There will be time enough then to sat
isfy your curiosity! Those fellows may
get over their, fright and come back"
What fellows?"f
"A mixed band of Miamis, Ojibwas
and Shawnees-mostly Shawnees with
a chief named Sis-e-te-wah!"
Huh! SO it wasthose devils? The
same gang / left at the foot of the
island. But there we're no Shawnees
with them then. S~is-e-te-wah, did you
say? / know the rascal, but never be.
fore did l hear of him being bold
enough for such a deed. What stirred
him to it,"
There was a white man with them
"Ahl Now we have the truth-a red.
coat?' and his eyes were on my jacket
He wore one-stolen no doubtful
was no soldier. Mademoiselle knew
the man, a rufian called Jules Lap.
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He gazed into my face a minute and
laughed, slapping his knee in sudden
merriment.
Lord! But that's a good one, boy!
BY the Lord Harry! t was a fine joke.
But maybe we better move, friend, for
he would not be in good humor If he
did come. and l am scarcely in better
grace with him than YOU"
go where?"
ITO join my party. Did yer think 1t
likely l vas here alone? I'll tell yer
The whole of it in a word. l found the
Warriors of the Wyandots marching
south, an joined them. Have you
heard it was wary Ayl There's nc
stopping now; the tribes have taken
the trail, the tomahawks are bloody
IT is said st. Clair has left Harmar
already, and there will be fighting on
the Wabash. Pish! It is easy to guess
how it will end
Where are your Indians?"
AT the foot of the lake. / secuted
UP the shore as far as the ford; saw
the blaze of fire over here and cfepi
up through the woods to investigate
Then somebody fired a gun, and l ran
forward. This is what | found" He
waved his hand about the open space
Nov you understand. 1 reckon the
best thing for US to do is to get out"
l looked down at Brady doubtfuily;
then stepped over beside him.
How is he, mademoiselle?" l asked
can he talk at all?"
IF you bend close to his lips yor
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 m~uttering, but
distinguished the words.
"Was-was that-Simon Girty?"
eyes"
"The-the man-who. who-cut m,
down.
Eyes"
"Whar-whar is he now?"
Right here; you want to speak tt
him--oh, Girty?"
The renegade came toward Ms, ant
the eyes of the two borderers met. Fol
a long moment they looked at eacl
other, many a memory, no doubt. float
ing between. Then Brady held out
blackened hand.
yer saved my life, Simon Girty," h,
said with an effort. I'll never though
to-shake hands with you-but-bu
I'm a goin' to-"
Girty's ugly face broke into a smile
mo more did l." he admitted grim
ly. I'VE amt ginerally been in n,
shakin' hands mood when we've me
heretofore. Still, / reckon, we're abou
even up an kin afford ter shake If W,
wanter. Think yer kin travel a bit
Brady?"
How far?s
ITO the foot of the lake; to a Wyan
dot camp"
The hunters eyes wandered from
his face to mine.
Il reckon / can," he mumbled a
last. liant hurt so much, onl,
bruised up" His glance fell upon hi
feet. Maybe i'll had some who'll
moccasins I'd get along better"
Well fix that" and Girty laughed
Il reckon that's what them dead In
juns is lying there for"
He stepped across to the neares
body, fumbled a moment, and cam,
back. dropping on his knees. Deftl,
and quickly he cut the burned leathe
from the wounded mans feet, touchini
the blackened flesh gingerIy with hi
fingers, and slipped on the new mecca
| sins.
You're not scorched much, friend
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days will put you all right agin."
AS l pen these adventures of youth
seem To retain but dim recollection o
what occurred following our arrival a
the camp at the foot Of the lake. l re
call the struggle we had with Brady
which taxed Girty's strength as well a
my own. The man suffered greatly
and for much of the distance we Dor
him in our arms in spite of his pre-
tests. Yet we reached the spot at las
and stumbled into the circle Of ligh
cast by a small fire, the Indian
aroused from sleep by Girty's shout
| and clustering about us in eager cur
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