Carrizozo outlook. [volume] (Carrizozo, N.M.) 1910-1945, 1915-04-16

call me n Wyandot squaw; threaten
what you will do; point me TO this
dead man whom you have murdered.
Whyi To frighten me-mei Very
well, I'll answer you. / am n wyan.
dot; am Running Water; but In my
veins lows also the best blood OF
France. Mine Ia not n race OF COW.
ards and murderers. thieves and trad.
erH; my ancestors were soldiers and
mon. And you think | am afraid Of
you-you cur OF the woods; afraid OF
you'll Touch me, Jules Lappln, II you
dare; l challenge you. Come. l walt
for you TO lay hand on me-
lie stared at her sullenly, angry
enough. yet with the bullying look
gone from his notified face. Something
about the glrl-her sharp words, her
cool delance-had left him uncertain.
More than that. Jules Lappln." she
went on %pnssionately. you are going
to pay for all this" and she pointed
down at the dead body. pay for II, do
you understand That man was what
he claimed TO bean aide to Hamilton.
England pays her debts, Monsieur
Lnppin. Ay. and 10 do the wyandots;
have you forgotten that so soon?
Have you forgotten what befell the
Frenchman. PHILIPPE Bridau? Have
you blotted from memory already the
late of Michael Cozad? You we're In
u village when the chiefs OF the wy.
andots dealt out Justice to these rene.
gades. Answer mel"
Tho cool boldness OF her words
stunned the fellow. | could SEQ him
glance abou. into the dark woods, and
then at the faces of the savages press.
Ing about them. Few among them un.
derstood what was said, and their ges.
lures, the fierce expression OF their
eyes, gave the renegade courage. lie
had already gone too far for retreat;
his only chance now was to proceed
to browbeat this girl, brighten her, and
trust to the wilderness for n hiding
place.
Stand aside. all Of yer; get back
and give us room. yer red scuml" he
roared, his rage increasing as he gave
1t vent In words. We'll, I've heard
yer talk, all Of II. you breed. an that's
what ] care for your threats" and he
snapped his fingers In her face. AS
she stood silent, m%otionless, looking
straight at him with scorn unutterable
In her eyes, the brute clinched his rod
fist, stepping forward as II ne would
strike.
Curse yerl I'm a mind to let yer
have some Of the same medicine | gave
him. You'll laugh at Jules Lappln,
VIII yer? oh, hol but I know a better
way than that to make yer cry. BY
all the gods, we'll roast that Yankee
friend OF yours to a turn, and you'll
stand by and watch. That1l fetch the
two OF yer to yer senses. Here
Shawnees, two OF yer come here. Pick
up this carrion. and throw II out OF
the way. owe there In the edge OF the
wood. Wen want this place presently.
Sis-e-te-wah?"
The chief ls here" with dignity.
Twas your vote that the hunter
die by torture?"
1T was so spoken"
Then he shall-to spite this squaw
OF a Wyandot. II for no better req son.
Bid your warriors tie the dog up"
For the moment, In the confusion,
the noise and rushing back and forth
OF figures dimly seen In the red light,
| lost sense OF what was being done.
There was a babel OF yells, a wild
mingling OF %half-naked forms dancing
about through the shadows. Those
whose identity I could comprehend
had been swallowed up by the rush
OF bodies. Occasionally Lappln's voice
sounded above the din. as he cursed
out some order, Then, forth from the
surBing, excited mass OF savages, two
braves came directly toward whero |
lay concealed. staggering under the
weight OF Hayward's dead body.
drew back my ride, sinking lower be-
hind the rotten log. The weight OF the
dead man caused them to shlme for.
ward, grunting to each other, glad
enough TO be rid OF the burden. In
tho first dark shadow they let go,
hinging him down against the very log
behind which | lay. holding my breath
IA fear.
Even as | gazed with eyes Of horror,
my mind a chaos. every nerve throb.
bling In physical pain, there came to
me the n hope, the one chance for
me to meet alone tho situation.
CHAPTER Xxx.
The Ghost Of the Lieutenant.