Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1919-12-09

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"kirby, Stand Up! Drop That Rlf1e!"
stantly thronging back to my mind
the chance remark Of Throckm orton on
the Warrior about his suspicion of In.
dian blood; the high cheek bones and
thin lips; the boys earlier description |;
the manner In which our trail had been
SO relentlessly followed; the strange
emblem found pinned to the blanket.
seemed to grasp the entire truth
the willy, cowardly scheme Of treachery
he was endeavoring to perpetrate. My
blood boiled in my veins, and yet j
felt cold as ice, as I swung about and
7 faced the fellow, my rifle flung for
ward. -
"Klrby, stand up! Drop that rifle
| take 1t, Eloise. Now raise your hands.
Tim" s:;..5;, y.
"Whut's upT
SIS there anything serious going on
outside"
s"No; nuthin' much-just pow.
wowin'. Yer want me?"
Search that scoundrel for weapons.
Don't ask questions; do what I say"
He made short: work Of 1t, using nc
gentle methods.
oval, the gent wasn't exactly harm
less" he reported, grinning cheerfully,
"considerin' this yere knife an cannon.
Now, maybe yen tell me 'whut the
h-'s upp"
Kirby stood erect, his dark eyes
searching our faces, his lips scornful.
"And perhaps, Mr.. Lieutenant
Knox" he added sarcastically. "You
might condescend to explain to me
ESQ the purpose Of this outrage"
"With pleasure" but without lower
ing my rifle. "This boy here belonged
to the company Of soldiers massacred
yesterday morning. You know where I
mean. He was the only one to escape
alive, and he saw you there among the
savages-free, and one Of them"
"He tells you that? And you accept
the word of that half-wit?"
"He described your appearance to
us exactly twenty-four hours ago.
never thought of you at the time, al
though the description was accurate
enough, because it seemed so impos-
sible for you to have been there. But
that isn't all, Kirby. What has become
of the emblem pin you wore in your
tie? 1t IS gone, see." =
His hand went up involuntarily. 1t
is possible he had never missed it be-
fore, for look of indecision came into
the mans face-the first symptom Of
weakness 1 had ever detected there.
at must have been lost-mislaid-"
ut was; and chance to be able to
tell you wherein this very room.
Here is your pin, you incarnate devil.
I found it caught in those blankets
yonder. This is not your first visit to
this cabin; you were here with Indian
murderers."
"It's q Id lie"
But Kennedy had him, locked in a
vise-like grip. 1t was well he had, for
the fellow had burst into q frantic
rage, yet was bound so utterly helpless
as to appear almost pitiful. The
knowledge of what he had planned, of
his despicable treachery, left us mer-
ciless. In spite Of his struggles we
bore him to the floor, and pinned him
there, cursing and swapping like a
wild beast.
"Tear up one of those Blankets"
called back over my shoulder to Hall.
Eyes, into strips, of course; now bring
them here. Tim, you tie the fellow
yes. do a good job; I'll hold him. Lie
still, Kirby, or shall have to give you
the butt Of this gun in the face"
He made one last effort to break
free, and, as my hand attempted to
close on his throat, the clutching fing-
ers caught the band Of his shirt, and
ripped it wide open. There, directly
before me, q scar across his hairy, ex-
posed chest, was broad, black mark,
u tribal totem. I stared down at 1t,
recognizing its significance.
"By Heaven, Tim, look at this !" ]
cried. "He is an Indian himself--a
black Sac!" ~ .'.....~,<yEy
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I do not know what delayed the
attack Of the savages, unless they were
waiting for some signal which never
came. passed from loophole to loop.
hole, thus assuring myself not only
that they still remained. but that the