The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1916-04-11

| Hour after hour the two sped
southwark. Neither spoke. bud.
denly wilwiloway halted. Behind
him Aingwa stopped In her tracks.
listening 10 n rafting and blinking
that came from the narrow. Vista
lens road that stretched before her.
In n moment Wilwiloway turned
his head. white men come IN
wagon" he said. "5quaw stop
here. Wilwiloway 10 see" He
slipped into the bushes and was
gone.
Soon a wagon drawn by two
mules ciAttered into view. On the
box sat a white man. driving. with
n r!f1e across his knees. Beside
tho wagon walked another white
man. with a rifle in tho hollow OF
his arm. A iittis behind rode two
other men. one. marvel OF marvels,
was neither red nor white. but
black: tho other--Alagwa caught
her breath was young and big and
fair-haired.
Abruptly she saw Wilwiloway
step into tho road and throw up
his hand. Peace" he called. The
young man on horseback behind
threw up HIS right palm in answer.
Peace" he answered. In tho shaw
nee tongue. smilinEly.
but Aa he spoke Alagws saw the
white man on the box throw up
his rifls with q meaning not TO be
mistaken. The rife spoke and
WiiwilowAy reeled backward,
clntching at the air. AiaEwa saw
red. With n scream she snatched
her hunting knife froti her belt and
dashed 20 his aid.
Tho man Ia the road saw her
coming and fired. A. she reeief.
shs saw the young man on tho
horse spurring forward.
W1lwiloway was atm clinging 10
a tree. lie saw the girl tott.r and
tho sight seemed 90 give him
strength. With yell OF fury he
leApcd upon the man In tho road.
tore from his hands tho yet smok'
ing rife. and struck with II once.
wilwilowHy did not pause. Over
IN. dead form OF his enemy he
sprang, ieaplng upward At tho man
on the Dor. 90 meet n crashing blow
that hurled him backward and
downward into the dust OF the road.
With a whoop tho man on the
Dor sprans To the ground. knife In
hand. An instant later he was up.
waving a bloody trophy. Hs saw
the girl stiil ciu'ehinG q, tho air
and rushed toward her. Dimly she
saw the white man with the hunt
ing knife and behind him tho
Young white chief on his horse
coming like q thunderboit She did
not heed them. Round her cool
green waves we're rising
Then came a shock. The young
white chief had driven his horse
against the man. hurting him back
ward. stop you butcher" he
yelled. Don't you see IT'S . white
boy,- He leapet from his horse
and caught the giri a. she fell
Slowly the Gfrf came back 70 hfa
Even after she rswained conscious
ness she lar with closed eyslida,
conscious oniy OF = duh pain that
,hrobbed I'D and down her right
leg. Weakly she turned her head
and saw that she was lying on .
rough bed m . wagon that was
piled high with boxes and bales.
As shs lay. overwhelmed. a dry
branch cracked outsids the wagon
and clustering voice broke the
silence.
Here, What the III are ron
,ryinx TO do'" demanded tho voice.
Gimme back that rife"
For a moment silence reigned.
Then another voices voice cool
and deiiberatc-mades answer. Alag
va had heard that voice only once.
but she know II instantly for tina,
OF tho young white chief.
"No'" he said. Il won't give II
back 10 you. You are under arrest
You have committed q brutal muir
der which may arouse all the friend
~ Indians against us and may cost
tho lives OF hundreds OF white men.
women and children. II your er'
rand were not 40 urgent I'd take
you bnsk 10 Piqua and turn you
over TO Col. Johnson. hut the men
at Fort Wayne need our ammuni'
ton. SO I'm going 20 take you to
Fort Wayne and turn you over TO
the authorities there TO be dealt
with according TO law"
The man laughed scornfnliy.
You think you're right much OF q
much. don't your he sneercd.
TAX. mo TO Fort Wayne. will your
All rightl That's whore I'm bound
for. But n you reckon anybody
there's going 10 do anything about
my shootin' an lnjun. you're all
fired wrong. DO anything7 Lord
Yes, They'll DO somethin'. They'll
give mo prize"
Very well, Now listen. Wen
probably meet the friends OF the
Shawnee you murdered. n ! told
them tho truth you'd nevereet thru
alive. SO I'm going To throw all
tho blame on your dead friend.