The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-08-31

NV SSf'S tHCy Sdy
You Arc q Traitor and Spy"
you must die. And cannot help you.
1 am too old and the prophet is too
strong"
"And the white wOman?"
"She will not burn. Some fur traders
have been here. The white chief Nc
Gee sent me wampum belt and a
talk. His messenger brought much
-fire-water and he gave me that'-he
pointed to silver-mounted rifle-"and
1 promised that she should live. But
l cannot help you" Erskine thought
quickly. He laid his rifle down, stepped
slowly outside, and stretched his arms
with yawn. Then still leisurely he
moved toward his horse as though to
take care OF II. But tine braves were
too keen and watchful and they were
not fooled by the fact that he had left
his rife behind. Before he was close
enough to leap for Fireny's back, three
bucks darted from behind lodge and
threw themselves upon him. In a mo-
mert he was face down on the ground,
his hands were tied behind his back,
and when turned over he looked up
into the grinning face of BLACK Wolf.
who with the help of another brave
dragged him to q lodge and roughly
threw him within, and left him alone.
On tho way he saw his foster-mothers
eyes flashing helplessly, saw the girl
Early Morn Indignantly telling her
mother what was going ON, and the
white wumsn's face was wet with
tears. He turned over so that he could
look through the tent-f1aps. Two
bucks were driving a stake in the CEN
ter OF the space around which the
lodges were ringed. Two more were
bringing fagots Of wood and 1t was
plain what was going to become of
him. His fOster-mothes. who was
1ercely haranguing one of the chiefs,
turned angrily into Kahtoo's lodge and
he could see the white woman rocking
her body and wringing her hands.
Then the old chief appeared and lifted
his hands.
Crooked lightning will he very
angry. The prisoner Is his-not yours.
1t is for him to say what the punish
ment shall be-not for you. Wait for
him Hold a council and If you decide
against him, though he Is my son-he
shall die" For a moment the prep
aratiOnS ceased and all turned to the
prophet, who had appeared before his
lodge.
"Kahtoo Is right" he said 1.-THE
Great Spirit will not approve if White
Arrow die except by the will of the
cOuncil-and Crooked Lightning will
be angry" There was chorus of pro-
testing grunts, but the preparations
ceased. The boy could feel the malevo-
lence in the prophets tone and he
knew that the impostor wanted to
curry further favor with Crooked
Lightning and not rob him Of the joy
OF watching his victims torture. So
the braves went back to their fire.
water, and soon the boys foster moth
er brought him something to eat, but
she could say nothing. for Black Wolf
had appointed himself sentinel and
sat, rifle In hand, at the door Of the
lodge.
Night came on. The drinking be-
came more furious and once Erskine
saw pale-brown arm thrust from be-
hind the lodge and place q jug at the
feet Of Black Wolf, who grunted and
drank deep. One by one the braves
went to drunken sleep about the fire.
The fire died down and by the last
fiickering flame the lad saw Black
VOLTS chin sinking sleepily to his
chest There was the slightest rustic
behind the tent. He felt something
cropping for his hands and feet, felt
the point of knife Craze the skin of
his wrist and ankles-felt the thongs
loosen and drop apart. Noiselessly,
inch by inch, he crept to the wall OF
the tent, which was carefully lifted
for him. Outside he rose and waited.
Like q shadow the girl Early Morn
stole before him and like shadow ne
fnllowed. In few minutes they were
oJ the river-bank, away from the
town The moon rose. and from the
shadow of a beech the white woman
stepped forth with his rifle and pow
der-horn and buliet-pouch and some
. food, She pointed 70 M horse i little