White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1928-07-06

It streaked to the red throat and
pierced it, and the man went down
with gurgling attempt to sound bis
death-cry.
"Good work and good luck" softly
cried. Nov race for it."
He halted and ripped off his CORY
trophy and waving 1t in one hand and
his knife in the other came pounding
after me. The rest of the Indians
were still hunting the Onondaga and
we had an excellent chance to get
the man out of the cabin.
Bending low we passed through the
remaining growth and struck into the
opening. Flame spurted from loop.
hole and the wind of the passing lead
rufled my hair. l yelled loudly that
we were friends and English. We
gained the door before a second shot
could greet US only to find 1t barred.
A gun was discharged in the woods
and heavy ball pumped into the
Intel log over my head.
"In Gods mercy open the door and
let US inl' howled Cromit.
"We're friends, fool. Unbar the
door, added, and l faced about to
shoot at any enemy showing at the
edge Of the woods.
1t seemed very long time that q
hand fumbled at the bar, but at last
the door gave and tumbled In on my
back and Cromit dragged me one side.
A bullet whistled through the doorway
and smashed into the wall. And q
startled voice was crying:
"You're the kind man of Der Hexen-
kopf! The man who saved me In
Braddock's camp!"
leaped to the door and closed It,
and dropped the bar in place and then
took time to stare at the defender Of
the cabin. 1t was the witch-girl, and
she was still wearing hen leggings and
blouse. Cromit was glazing at her
and the long rifle she was holding. l
do not believe he would have moved
had an Indian dropped down the
chimney.
"Elsie Dinwoldl What do you do
out here ahead Of the army?" asked.
"Ding me etarnally If 1t amt the
brown-haired one. And she stole my
rifle!' roared Cromit.
II thought it was yours when took
1t. It's heavy. 1t hurts my shoulder
most awful. Take it," she sighed.
She collapsed on fireplace log and
threw off her hat. The brown hair
tumbled down in great confusion.
"What horrible world" she
painted, clutching at her struggling
hair. "First Der Hexenkopf-now
this. There was an Indian-back
apiece shot him.
"She's been hurt. Spread out her
blanket" ! angrily told Cromit. She
was about to collapse under what
she's been through when the lead
grazed her and gave the finishing
touch. Get me some water"
was rubbing her hands and wrists
and awkwardly striving to bring her
to her senses when heard the cabin
door open. l leaped to my feet to se-
cure weapon, and discovered CrOmit
was gone. Gaining the door called
after him to come back, and profane-
ly demanded to know If he were q
and wanted 1t for the Dinwold girl ;
and he waved the bucket defantly and
ran around the corner.
Almost Immediately be was back
with three men at his heels. Three
jumps would take him to the door,
but he was forced to half-turn and
swing the bucket at the foremost of
the men. The appraised ak struck the
bucket and smashed it. threw my
az before the savage could attempt
another blow, and 1t struck edge first,
handle down. Then Cromit was piling
through the door, swearing insanely
with the remaining two men at bis
heels. grappled with one and Gro.
nit closed with the otherl
"Pigl Surrenderl" cried my op
ponent; and for the first time real
lied he was no Indian but French
man.
81 must have you alivel" told him
"Diable- You die for the insult
monsieurl" he grunted, forcing me
back.
He was q very strong man and vel
skilled in wrestling. In truth, he was
so skillful with his feet that before
knew what he was attempting
was on my back and struggling des
perately to keep his hands from bill
belt and my throat. Over his shout
der l caught glimpse of Cromit's ad
versary, a most ferocious looking fel
low as nature turned him out, bu,
doubly repelling because of the watel
lizard tattooed in white on the oppel
half of his face.
Only q glimpse OF him was afforded
me as he and Cromit swirled across
my field of vision. My man bega1
putting up desperate resistance ant
shut all thoughts out of my head
except the task of finishing him. 81
shrewdly did he fight no longe,
thought of making him prisoner. HI
was good twenty pounds lighter thar
|, hut he fought like devil.
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