The Rock Island Argus and daily union. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1920-1923, 1922-02-18
GO ON WITH THE STORY.

GO ON WITH THE STORY.
The old chiefs eyes shifted un-
easily.
why did you leave us?"
ITO see my people and because
Of Crooked Lightning and his
brother"
"You fought us"
"0nly the brother, and l killed
him" The dauntless mien of the
boy pleased the old man. The lad
must take his place as chief.
Now White Arrow turned ques-
toner:
Il told you I would come when
the leaves fell and / am here. Why
is Crooked Lightning here? Why
Is the new prophet? Who is the
woman? What has she done that
she must die? What is the peace
talk you wish me to carry north ?"
'The story of the prophet and
Crooked Lightning is too long" he
said YEARLY. II will tell tomorrow
The woman must die because her
people have slain mine. You carry
the white wampum to a council.
The Shawnees may join the British
against our enemies-the pale
faces
Il will wait" said the lad. 81
will carry the white wampum. If
you war against the paleface on
this side of the mountain am
British against them ALL am
Jour enemy And the woman must
not die
Il have spoken" said the old
man.
II have spoken" said the boy.
Just outside the tent a figure
slipped away as noiselessly as a
snake. When it rose and emerged
from the shadows the freight
showed the malignant, triumphant
face of Crooked Lightning.
XII:
Dressed as an Indian, Erskine
rode forth next morning with a
wampum belt for the council where
the British were to meet Shawnee,
lroquois, and Algonquin, and urge
them to enter the great war that
was Just breaking forth.
4 One question the boy asked as
he made ready:
1 The white woman must not be
burned while I am gomez"
4 No." promised the old chief.
/ And SO White Arrow Jared forth.
Four days he rode through the
north woods, and on the fifth he
4 strobe through the streets of a
town that was yet filled with great
forest trees. He slipped to the
house of an old priest Father
\ Andre, who had taught him some
religion and a little French The
Old man was distressed when he
heard the lads mission.
i am no royatist," he said
Nor am l." said Erskine. IL
zane because Kahtoo begged me
4 o come. He could trust no other.
am only a messenger and / shall
speak his talk; but my heart is
With the Americans and / shall
light with them"
At sunrise the great council be-
gan On his way Ershne met Grey,
VINO apparently was leaving with a
and of traders for Detroit Err
snne met his eyes and Grey
smiled:
Aren't you White Arrow?'
somehow the tone with which he
4 spoke the name was an insult
4 Yes"
Il Grey's face, already red with
ulnk, turned purple with anger.
H. When you tried to stab me do
!ou remember what l said % En-
Alne nodded contemptuously.
Well, l repeat it I'll fight you
IyWhere and in any way you
j please"
Why not now9-
This is not the time for private
Suarrels and you know it"
can wait-and 1 shall not for
get The day will come"
me old priest touched Erskine's
away.
a - cannot make it out" he said.
ne claims to represent an English
s company. His talk is British
sut ne told one man-when he was
Lunk-that he could have COM
Isslon in the American army"
me council-fre was built. Three
aaiush agents sat on blankets and
Iound them the chiefs were ring
The burden of his talk varied
very little.
Inc American palefaces had driv-
z the Indian over the great wall.
asy were killing his deer, buffalo,
~ elk, robbing him of his land
Nc pushing him ever backward.
icy were many and they would
ZONE more. The British were
indians friends-the Ameri-
were his enemies and theirs:
sd they choose to fight with
er enemies rather than with
fssss.l -A y : =
urn, and each cast forward his
npum until only Ersk1ne. who
sat silent, remained. and Pom
himself turned to him
What says the son of Kahtoo!-