The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-03-28
BEGIN HERE

GOVERNOR HAMILTON, during the heVo-
Roussillon. fugitive from vinoennes,
stole home to see his family When liam
ilton's patroImen rushed in. Housslllon
escaped anc Alice WOUNDED one assihlah'
FARNsWoRTH. English Htutenant, arrived.
but because of ms intatuatton Tor Ahce
hesitated to surrender her to Hamilton:
beverley escaped from Vincennes and met
SIMON KENTON and -
ONCLE JAZON. who intended gong WIN
him to ask help from
COLONEL CLARK. They were attacked and
captured by twenty savages headed by
LONG HAIR, whom Hamilton had sent aft~
er them.
~ y CHI! dogr' he grunted, and
gave Beverley kick in
the side. Then turning
fiendish stare upon Oncle
Jazon he proceeded to deliver against
his old, dry ribs three or four like con-
tributions with resOunding effect.
'ePolecat! Little old greasy woman!
he snarled, make good fire Tor
warrior to dance by" Kenton also re-
ceived his full share of the kicks and
verbal abuse, after which Long
Hair gave orders for fires to be built.
Then he looked to his burt arm and
had the bone set and bandaged, never
so much as wincing the while.
It was soon apparent that the In
dams purposed to celebrate their sue
cessful enterprise with feast. They
cooked a large amount of buffalo
steak; then, each with his hands fun
of the savory meat. they began to
dance around the fires, droning mean
time an atrociously repellant chant.
They're q 'spectin' to hev leetls
bit o. fun outen u.s." muttered Oncle
Jazon TO Beverley. who lay near him.
at onderstan' what they're up to, dad
dast 'eml More'n forty years ago in
Ca'lina, they put me an Jim Hipes
through the gauntlet, an arter tibet,
in Kaintuck. me an Sir KentOn tuck
the run. HI, there, 81! where air YEP
"Shut yer fool mouth" Kenton
growled under his breath. Yell have
that Injun a kiclin' our lights out Of
US again"
Oncle Jazon winked at the gray sky
and puckered his mouth so that It
looked like a nutgall on an old, dry
leaf
whats the dif'ence?" he demand
ed. I'D jest as soon be kicked now
as arter while; it's got to come any
how"
Kenton made no response. The
thongs were torturing his arms and
legs. Beverley was silent, but con-
seriousness had returned, and with it
a sense Of despair. All three OF the
prisoners lay face upward, quite I'M
able to move. knowing full well that
a terrible ordeal awaited them. Oncle
Jazon's grim humOr could not be
quenched. even by the CALLING agony
of the thongs that buried themselves
in the flesh. and the anticipation OF
torture beside which death would
seem luxury.
"Yapl Long-hair, hows yer arn?''
he called jeeringly. Feels poOty
good, hay?"
Long Hair, who was not joining in
the dance and song, turned when he
heard these haunting words and mis-
taking whence they came, went to
Beverley's side and kicked him again
and again.
Oncle Jazon heard the loud blows,
and considered the incident a remark
ably good joke.
He, he. he"' he snickered, as soon
as Long-Hair walked away again. q
does the talldn' an somebody else sits
the thumpinI Them kicks was good
solid jolts. wasn't they, Lieutenant
Sounded like they was. He. he. he"'
Beverley gave no heed TO Oncle
JaEon's exasperating pleasantly; but
Kenton. soreIy chatting under the
pressure Of his bonds, could not re-
frain from making retort in kind.
I'd give We one poundin' that ye'd
remember. Emile JaZon, If 7 could get
to ye, We old twisted-face. peeled
headed. crOOked-mouthed, aggravatin'
scamp" he exclaimed, not thinking
how high his naturally strong voice
was lifted. Il can stand any fool
but q damn foOli'
Long-Hair heard the concluding cpl
tibet and understood It's meaning.
Moreover, he thought himself the tar
get at which it was so energetically
launched. Wherefore he promptly
turned back and gave Kenton a kick
ing that made his body resound not
unlike drum.
And here It was that Oncle Jazon
overreached himself He was so de-
lighted at Kenton's luck that he broke
forth giggling and thereby drew
against his own ribs a considerable
improvement Of Long Hairs pedal ap-
plications.
''Ventrebleuw whined the old man
when the Indian had gone away again.
Holy Mary Jee-ru-sa-lemi Theys
nary bone o me left ats not spin
tered as fine as toothpickers! S'pose
yer satisfied now. amt We. 81 Kenton
IF We amt I'm shore 10 satisfv We