The Tacoma times. [volume] (Tacoma, Wash.) 1903-1949, 1916-04-12

murder cot a friendly Shawnee
| chief at the moment he was maxi
ing the peace sign. This man shot
him down without any provoca-
tion and without any warning.
After he had shot him the Indian
| sprang at him and at his compan-
ion, man named Wolf, tore
VOLTS gun from him and Drained
him with it. Then he sprang at
Williams, who struck him down
with his Ratchet and then scalped
him"
Good! Good Bully for you
Williams" A roar of applaus rose
from the soldiers. Mr.. Hibbs did
not check it.
Shot an Injun, did he?" he
burst out. well, it's a d
good things. And you're COM
planning of him. are you? Officer
of the guard"
"Sir!" An officer stepped for
ward.
Call two men and take this
young cub to the calaboOse and
flog him well. Well teach him to
NEEDLE in matters that don't con-
Germ him."
Flogging was common in those
days. Privates in the army We're
flogged for all sorts of misdeeds.
= The crowd surged forward. Be
yond question its sympathies were
with Hibbs and against Jack. The
note of savagery in its pnarl would
have frightened most men.
Ii did not brighten Jack. Just
moment" he cried. The first
man that lays hands on me dies. "
For a moment the crowd hung
in the balance. Then Jack laughed.
The ridiculous side of the quarrel
had struck him.
Here's your rifle, Williams"
he said, tossing the gun indiffer-
emily over. Come, old man." lie
called to Alagwa. Come Cato"
Without a backward glance he
strobe away.
Silence almost complete follow
ed his departure. Mr.. Hibbs made
no move to renew his order. Stick
ney, however, hurried after Jack.
You did exactly right, Mr.. Tel
fair" he said, as he came up, "and
I'm sorry you should have been SO
outrageously treated. The fiascO
about the ammunition made Hibbs
worse. We are practically out OF
it. You see, there is some little
excuse for his behavior, outrag-
eous as it was"
Jack nodded. 81 see." he ac-
ceded. We'll! 1t really doesn't
matter. | intended to start back
to Piqua tomorrow morning any
way"
"Oh! We can't let you go that
quickly. | want to hear about that
murder. | must report it to Wash
ington. There's a sort of hotel
here kept by French trader, one
Peter Bondie, and he can put you
up for the night. That will give
us time for talk"
Jack nodded. Good" he eS
claimed. "I'll be only too glad to
stay, especially as | want to con-
suit you about this youngster.'
He turned to Alagwa. Come
here, Bob" he called. 81 want
you to meet Major Stickney."
Alagwa was tagging behind the
rest. Her brain was tingling with
the information that had just
come to her ears. The fort - the
great bulwark of all northwest In
diana and Ohio-was almost out
of ammunition. A small force of
her Shawnees, aided by few red
coats, If we'll armed, might take II
easily. She would seek the run
ner at once. She would not hest
tate.
Jack threw his arm about her
shoulders and drew her to his
side. This is the boy that Wolf
shot" he explained. Il call him
Bob, because he doesn't know his
white name. He says he was left
with the Indians when he was a
child. Where did you say this
Peter Bondie was to be found?'
Stickney pointed ahead. "Yon-
der's his store and hotel, ahead
there by the river. His wife is a
Miami Indian. She attends to the
store. His sister, Madame Fan
tine Loire, a widow, manages the
hotel.
Jack was peering westward. A
moment later an Indian runner
put a letter in his hand.
1t was from Col. Johnson, ac-
knowledging the receipt of Jack S
letter, commencing his action in
the matter of Wilwiloway's MUIR
der, and promising to do all he
could to find the girl of whom
Jack was in search. Il know her
! WE'LL" ended the colonel, land |
shall be glad to look for her. She
was here recently, but she has dis
| appeared and | rather think she
may have gone north with Tecum-
sch. Your best chance of finding
her would probably be to go
down the Maumee and join Gen.
Hull at Detroit"
Jack handed the letter to Maj.
Stickney. This touches on the
main object of my visit to Ohio,
Major" he said, and made the
necessary explanations. "If you
can help me any, Major" he fin
ished, "I'll be grateful"
"I'll be delighted. But I'm a
greenhorn up here, you know. But
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