South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1922-02-18

Crooked Lightning, but he appeared
not 10 see. The whites looked sur
prised when his boyish figure stood
straight, ana they were amazed
when he addressed the traders in
French. the egents in English, and
spoke 10 the feathered chiefs in their
own tongue. He cast the belt for
ward.
THAT IS Kahtoos talk. but this is
mine"
Who has driven the Indian from
the great waters to the great wall?
The British Who were the Ameri-
cans fighting now? British. Why
were the Americans fighting now2
Because the British, their kinsmeni
would not give them their rights. II
the Indians must fight. why fight
with the British 10 beat the AmeFi-
cams, and then have TO fight both a
later day? If the British would not
treat their own kinsmen fairly, was
SC likely that they would treat the
Indian fairly? Would II not be bet
ter for the Indian TO make the white
man on his own land a friend rather
than the white man who lived more
than a moon away across the big
seas?
He lifted his hand high and
paused
Crooked Lightning has sprung to
his feet with a hoarse cry. With a
gesture Pontiac bade Crooked Light
ming speak.
"The tongue of White Arrow is
fo~ked have heard him say he
would fight with the Long Knives
against the British and he would
gin, ith them even against his
own tribe"
one grunt of rage ran the round
OF three circles and yet Pontiac
turned 20 the lad. Slowly the boy 5
uplifted hand came down.
With a bound he ieaped through
the head-dress of a chief in the outer
ring and sped away through the viii
lage
some started on foot after him.
some rushed 20 their ponies, and
some sent arrows and bullets after
him.
AT the edge of the village the hoy
gave o loud, clear call and then an
othe as he ran. Something black
sprang snortins from the edge of
the woods with pointed ears and
sea- ching eyes.
Another call came and like the
swirling edge of a hurricane-driven
thunder-cloud Firehy swept after his
master The boy ran 10 meet him,
caught one hand in his name before
he stopped swung himself up, and
in a hail of arrows and bullets swept
out OF sight
The sound of pursuit soon died
away. but Erskine kept FREELY at
his best, for he knew that Crooked
Lightning would be quick and fast
on his trail
He guessed that Crooked Light
ming had already told the tribe what
he had ust told the council, and
that he and the prophet had already
made use of the bows threat to KAN
too i'm the Shawnee town.
The Old chief looked grave when
the lad told the story of the coun-
ell.
The people are angry. They say
you are a traitor and a spy. They
say you must die. And / cannot
help you I 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 MCGEE sent me a wampum belt
and I promised that she should
live But I cannot help you"
Erskine thought quickly. He laid
his rifle down, stepped slowly out
side and stretched his arms with
yawn Then still leisurely he moved
'o-~"~7 his horse as though TO take
care of it.
Du, the braves were too keen and
watchful and they were not fooled
by the fact that he had left his rifle
behind Before he was close enough
TO leap for Firefly's back, three
bucks darted from behind a lodge
and threw themselves upon him.
In a moment he was face down
or the ground. his hands were tied
behind his back, and when turned
over he looked up into the grim
ming face Of Black Wolf. who with
the help of another brave dragged
him to a lodge and roughly threw
him within and left him alone.
On the way he saw his foster
mothers eyes flashing helpiessly,
saw the girl Early Morn Indignantly
telling her mother what was going
on, and the white woman's face was
wet with tears.
He turned over so that he could
look through the tent-flaps Two
bucks were driving a stake in the
center OF the space around which
the lodges were ringed. Two more
We're bringing fagOts of wood and il
was plain what was going TO be.
come Of him.
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