The Chesterfield advertiser. [volume] (Chesterfield C.H., S.C.) 1884-1978, 1922-08-31
Continued FROM last week)
CHAPTER vii

The Indian boys were plunpins info
the river when Erskine appeared at
the opening Of the old chiefs tent
next morning, and when they came
out icicles were clinglng to their hair.
He had forgotten the custom and he
shrugged his shoulders at his mothers
inquirfng look. But the next morning
when Crooked Lightning's son Black
Wolf passed him with tauntins
smile he changed his mind
Wait" he said He turned. stripped
quickly to breech-clout, pointed to q
beech down and across the river. chaI.
longing Black Wolf to race. To.
gether they plunged I'm and the BOYS
white body Glove through the water
like the arrow that he was. At the
beech he whipped about to meet the
angry face of his competitor ten ynrds
behind. Halfway back he was more
than twenty yards ahead when he
heard strangled cry. Perhaps II was
a ruse to cover the humiliation Of de.
fent, but when he saw bucks rushing
FOR the river bank he knew that the
Icy water had brought cramp to
Black Wolf, so he turned. caught the
lad hy his topknot, towed him shore.
ward, dropped him contemptuously
and stalked back to his tent. HIS
mtoher had built fire for him and
the old chief looked pleased and proud
MY spirit shall not pass" he saio.
and straightway he rose and dressed
and to the astOnishment of the tribe
emerged from his tent and walked
firmly about the village until he founf
Crooked Lightning.
"You would have Black Wolf chief
he said. Very well. We shall gee
who can show the better right-youl
son or White Arrow"-a challenge tha,
sent Crooked Lightning to broct
awhile IL his tent, and then secretly e
consult The prophet.
Later the old chief tailed lou" tt
White arrow. The p-oHhp. he said
had been with them but little while.
He claimed that the Great Spirit had
made revelations TO him alone. What
manner of man was he, questioned the
boy-did he have ponies and pelts and
jerked meat?
lie Is poor" said the chief, "He
mas only wife and children and the
tribe feeds him."
White Arrow himself grunted 1T
was the first sign of his old life stir
ring within him.
"Why should the Great Spirit pick
out such Il man to favor?" he asked.
The chief shook his head.
Crooked Lightning has found much
favor with him, and in turn with the
others, so that have not thought II
wise to tell Crooked Lightning that he
must go. He has stirred up the Young
men against me-and against YOU.
Ihey were waiting for me to die" The
boy looked thoughtful and the chief
waited. He had not reached the aim
OF his speech and there was no need
to put 1t in words, for White Arrow
understood.
II will show them" he said quietly.
when the two appeared outside,
many braves had gathered, for the
whole village knew what was In the
wind. Should ii be a horse race first? :?
Crooked Lightning looked at the BOYS
thoroughbred and shook his head
Indian ponies would as well try to out
run an arrow, bullet, hurricane.
foot-race? The old chief smiled
when Crooked Lightning shook his
head again-nO brave in the tribe even
could match the speed that gave the
lad his name. The bow and arrow,
the rifle, the tomahawk? TOmahawks
and bows and arrows were brought
out Black Wolf was half head
shorter. but stocky and powerfully
built White Arrows slnews had
strengthened, but he had scarcely used
bow and tomahawk since he had left
the tribe. He had the power but not
the practice, and Black Wolf won
with great ease. When they came to
the rifle, Black Wolf was out of the
game, for never bull's-eye did White
Arrow miss
Tomorrow" said the old chief,
"they shall hunt. Each shall take his
,dN'IhIIIIIM