The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-02-28
r TIs hiding place was cunningly

T us hiding place was cunningly
- chosen. save that the mire
troubled him, letting him
down by slow degrees
and threatening to engulf him bodily,
and he was now too weak to extri-
cate himself He lifted his head and
glared. His face was grimy, his hair
matted with mud. Alice, although
brave enough and quite accustomed
10 startling experiences, uttered a cry
when she saw those snalzy eyes glis-
tening amid the shadows. But Jean
was quick to recognize Long Hair; he
had often seen him about town, fig
IRE not to be forgotten.
They've been hunting him every
where" he said in a half whisper to
Alice. clutching the skirt of her dress.
TITS Long Hair, the Indian who stole
the brandy; I know him"
Alice recoiled a pace or two.
Let's so back and tell en-" Jean
added. still whispering, they want
TO kill him; Oncle Jazon said so. Come
onl'
He gave her dress a jerk; but she
did not move any farther back; she
was looking at the blood oozing from
a wound In the Indians leg.
He is shot. he is hurt, Jean, we
must help him." she presently said,
recovering her self-control. yet still
pale. I'VE must get him out of that
bad place"
Jean caught Auce's merciful spirit
=
showed immediate willingness to aid
her.
It was a difficult thing to do; but
there was a vii and Of course q way.
They had knives with which they cut
willows to make a standing place on
the mud. While they We're doing
this they spoke friendly words to
Loag-Halr, who understood French a
little. and at last they got hold Of his
arms, tugged, rested, tUgged again,
and finally managed TO help him to a
dry place, stin under the willows.
where he could lie more at ease. Jean
carried water in his cap with which
they washed the wound and the stoHd
savage face. Then Alice tore up her
cotton apron, in which she had hoped
to bear home q load Of lilies, and with
the strips bound the wound very neat
~. It took a long time, during which
the Indian remained silent and appar-
entity quite Indifferent.
LOng-Hair was a man OF superior
physique, tall, straight, with the
muscles OF Vulcan; ana while he lay
stretched on the ground half clad and
motiOnless, he would have been q
aeeSAd model for an heroic figure in
bronze. Yet from every Hneameat
there came a strange repelling infiu-
ence, Ike that from a snake, Alice felt
almost uubearable disgust while doing
her mercifuI task; but she bravely
persevered until It was finished
1t was now late in the afternoon,
and the sun would be setting before
they could reach home.
We must hurry back. Jean" Alice
said, turning to depart. 1t viii be
all we can DO to reach the other side
IN daylight. I'm thinking that they'll
be out hunting for US too. If we don't
move right lively. Come"
She gave the Indian another glance
when she had taken but a step. He
81 uuAcl dllu LGAQ up something III MS
hand-something that shone with a
dull yellow light 1t was a small,
oval. gold locket which she had al
ways worn in her bosom. She sprang
and snatched It from his palm.
Thank you" she exclaimed. smil-
ing gratefully. 4 am so glad you
found It"
The chain by which the locket had
hung was broken. doubtless by some
movement while dragging Long Hair
out Of the mud, and the lid hay srpung
open, exposing a miniature portrait
Of Alice, painted when she was a lit
tie child, probably not 2 years old. It
was a sweet baby face, archly bright,
almost surrounded with a fluff of
golden hair. The neck and the upper
line Of the plump shoulders, with a
trace Of richly delicate lace and a