Northern Wisconsin advertiser. [volume] (Wabeno, Wis.) 1898-1925, 1916-03-17
CHAPTER XVII.
The Shot in tha Hills.

search of them. Their absence had
been discovered only when Daily, com
ing in from the north, where his work
had been laid out, had asked for San
dry.
At sight of him the three women
standing together at the foot-log gave
evidence, each in her way, of those
emotions which the suspicion of his
fate had stirred.
On Mas face was an unbounded
pride that he had come through, a
man of parts, abundantly able to care
for himself among a harder crew. On
Miss Ordway's there lay a vast relief,
while Siletz played with the collar OF
her blue shirt with trembling fingers
and moistened ner dry lips.
Sandry turned and looked up at the
darkened east with profound joy. He
swept his eyes north to where the red
heaven flared and staggered to his
office.
Three hours, ma" he croaked in a
voice of warning, "only three hours
sleep for all of us. If you give us
longer I'll never forgive you"
1t was true, as Collins said. that
they had only begun to fight.
Through the hours, days, nights that
followed the saving Of the East Belt
they took no note OF time. Up along
the blackened, devastated valley the
soldiers moved their camp. Ma Daily
shut the cOOk-shack and suborned a
wagon to haul her big range up and
deposit it alongside the camp stoves
of Company H, where she dispensed
coffee to her men and all others with
impartial zeal. Miss Ordway, her skirts
tucked up from the contamination of
the burned earth which rose in hot,
black puffs at every moving foot, was
compelled to help if she would hold that
espionage over Siletz from which she
hoped to realize her ambition. A bit
ter hatred sharpened her blue eyes
upon the girl, and she ached to seize
her and tear out of her blouse that
packet of proofs She was angered
at herself that all her cleverness had
failed to recover them before this.
So the hours passed with smoke and
heat and a sun like a copper shield.
Men came and went in relays, sleeping
upon the ground for short shifts, rig
idly apportioned and observed. The
flood of flame, runner after an arrant
wind, had piled it's forces in leaping
pillows in among the northern hills. 1t
seemed q thing of irresistible might,
but the toilworn men hung to it's flank
with logged persistence, emboldened
and encouraged by the success on the
east ridge.
Sandry, limping painfully, and bag
gard as a ghost, stuck with the van
guard despite Mas commands and
Dailys warnings. At each fresh sight
of his face the girl Siletz was wrung
with anguish. 1t seemed as if he could
bear no more and yet the spirit in him
drove him on.
Once she ventured a timid protest
What is the timber worth if you
die?" she asked plaintively, and San
dry, still somewhat of a boy, parted
the yearning question.
VINO WOuIu care ne lduSU0u
wryly, would you, Little Squaw?"
The girl did not answer, but as she
turned away the ready mist sprang to
her eyes and he reached a contrite
hand to her shoulder.
Forgive me! l know you would"
1t seemed to Siletz as the horror
swept north and the men were lost
for hours in the dim Businesses, that
something was about to happen.
She felt a prescience of disaster
which Coosnah shared, and they two
stood apart for long spaces of time.
silent, listening, the muscles of each
drawn taut. From time to time the
great mongrel would squat upon his
launches, lift his heavy muzzle toward
the dun-smoke heavens and bay with
long-drawn, silver note that was the
very acme of melancholy.
And then came a dawn when no one
came in for breakfast, when the sun,
coming over the ridge to the east,
was not visible. Only a pale light
turned the heavy canopy to shadoWed
pearl. The three women waited in that
silence which ever attends the walters
for men who face danger. They were
used to the silence, for there was no
accord between them. Ma Daily had
long ago shut this bird o. tn earth"
out of her good heart and Siletz hated
her with the fury of the woman whose
mate is threatened.
At last a solitary Indian came down
the valley, running, his mouth full of
excitement and dolorous prediction.
The whole of the Siletz would go. 1t
was the wrath of the Great Spirit
turned loose upon wicked world. 1t
was the judgment. There was nothing
like it. He fell into jargon and re-
verted to the ancient gods. and Siletz
checked him sternly.
What do you mean, Quanna?" she
said, have you forgotten the Preacher
and the Bible? There is only one God
and he holds us in the hollow of his
hand. 1t is not the destruction of the
world. 1t will stop. What more has
happened. and where is Sandry of the
camp?"
Everything had happened The