Mohave County miner and our mineral wealth., 1922-08-18

when tne Salle was SCdTCe anu tne tribe had moved north for good. He lodged with no chief, but slept in the woods with his feet to the fire. The next night he slipped to the house of the old priest, Father Andre, who had taught him some religion and little French and the old man welcomed him us a son. though he noted sadly his In- dian dress and was distressed when he heard the lads mission. He was quick ly relieved.
 'T am no royalist," he said.
 "NOr am l." said Erskine. ''I came because KahtOO, who seemed nigh to death. begged me to come. I am only a messenger and shall speak his talk {; but my heart is with the Americans and I shall fight with. them" The old priest put his fingers to his lips:
 "Sh-h-h. It is not wise. Are you not knOwn?"
 ErSklne hesltated.
 Earlier that morning he had seen three officers riding in. Following was Il youth not in uniform, though he car ried sword. On the contrary. he was dressed like an English dandy, and then he found himself face to face with Dane Grey. With no sign of rec. ognitlon the boy had met his eyes Squarely and passed on.
 There is but one man whO does know me and he did not recognize me His name is Dane Grey. I am won dering what he is doing here. Can you find out for me and let me know?" The old priest nodded and Erskine slipped back to the woods.
 At, sunrise the great council, began On his way Erskine met Grey, who ap. parently was leaving with a band of traders for Detroit Again Ersklne met his eyes and this time Grey smiled:
 Aren't you White Arrow?" Some how the tone with which he spoke the name was an insult.
 "Yes."
 "Then it's true. We heard that you had left your friends at the fort and become an Indian again."
 "YeS?"
 ESQ you are not only going to fight with the Indians against the whites, but with the British against America?"
 "What I am going to do is no busi- ness of yOurs," ErSkine said quietly, but I hope we shall not be on the same side. We may meet again."
 Grey's face was already red with drink and 1t turned purple with an. ger.
 "When you tried to stab me do yO,, remember what said?' Erskine nod ded contemptuously.
 "Well, l repeat it. Whatever the side, I'll fight you anywhere at any time and in any way you please"
 "Why not now?'
 "Ths Is not the time for private qu> rrels and you know It."
 Erskine bowed slightly-an act that came oddly from an Indian head dress.
 q can walt-and shall not forget. The day will come"
 The old priest touched Erskine's shoulder as the angry youth rode away.
 q cannot make 1t out" he said. 'He claims to represent an English fur company. His talk is British, but he told one man-last night when he was drunk-that he could have commits sion in the American army"
 The council fire was built. the flames crackled and the smoke rolled upward and swept through the eatiess trees. Three British agents sat on blankets. and around them the chiefs were rlnged. All day the powwOw lasted. Each agent spoke and the bur den of his talk varied very little.
 The American palefaces had driven the Indian over the great wall. They were killing his deer, buffalo and elk, robbing him of his land and pushing him ever backward. They were many and they would become mOre The British were. the Indians friends the Americans were his enemies and theirs; could they choose to fight with their enemies rather than with their friends? Each chief answered in turn, and each cast forward his wampum until only Erskine, who had sat silent. remained, and Pontiac himself turned to him.
 "What says the son of KahtOO?"
 Even as he rose, the lad saw creep Ing to the outer ring his enemy Crook ed Lightning, but he appeared not to see. The whites looked surprised when his boylsh figure stood straight, and they were amazed when he addressed the traders In French, the agents in English, and spoke to the feathered chiefs In their own tongue. He cast the belt forward.
 That Is kahtoO's talk, but this Is E.A- !"
 (Continuod Noxt Woek1