White Bluffs spokesman. [volume] (White Bluffs, Wash.) 1907-1938, 1928-07-13
CHAPTER IV-Continued

! Before could OutgueSs him, he was
up to one of his tricks. Suddenly
ceasing his resistance he Topped on
his back and carried me with him
but managed to escape the grip of my
legs and draw up his knees. Then
with violent thrust Of his arms and
surge of his legs he sent me flying
over his head
"Put a spell on himl Witch himW
screamed Cromit's voice.
leaped erect and whirled and set
myself to meet the next onset. The
force of my fall blurred my vision for
a moment, and the Frenchman might
have had me had he not paused to
jerk pistol from his belt. he risked
all on bullet, and the weapon missed
fire. ducked the flying pistol and
leaped upon him, melted to greater
effort by the stinging bump on the
top of my head. We crashed together
and Rugged and tugged like two bears.
picked him up bodily and hurled
him against the logs and he fell to the
floor as limp as sack of meal. But
I would have no more tricks, and
when he struck | was upon him again.
remember hearing shrlll cry, but
there was no time to calm the girl.
mauled the Frenchman about for
some seconds before l discovered be
was inert and offering no resistance.
AS l drew back, thinking ! had
broken his neck, was conscious of
Cromit putting and lamenting:
"Plumb forgot you wanted the rogue
alive"
My man had no more fight in him
and ! took time to glance at my
friend. He was leaning against the
wall and hopping back his bristling
hair with hands that smeared his face
q deep red. On the floor at his feet
was the Indian, killed In q horrible
fashion.
"Lors mel But that was wiring
worth the FUSS" Cromit painted. "Meb.
be it was the spell she put on him
when / yelled out"
"H-lll With your bare hands r. |
DULY exclaimed.
He proudly held them up for me to
admire.
"He was mortal slippery even for q
sarpent," family replied Cromit. "Meb.
be If she hadn't witched him"
"Where Is she?" wildly cried
brushing the sweat from my eyes and
quite forgetting the Frenchman as
stared at her empty blanket and tC
the open door.
Cromit staggered to the door and a,
once emitted terrible howl ant
grappled with another Indian who sud
denly filled the doorway. heard the
dull thud OF an ak and my friend wen,
down on his knees.
"The bone-breaking man is mac
from fighting" said Round Paw, the
Onondaga.
Cromit, only slightly stunned by the
fiat of the ak, slowly gained his feel
and stared stupidity at the Indian anc
rubbed his head ruefully. The Indiar
sighted my Frenchman and with s
whoop would have jumped upon hin
had l not pushed him back.
"He is my prisoner. He goes tt
Braddock alivel"
He turned away and beheld the say
age on the floor. With yelp o.
amazement he bent over him and in
vestigated the nature of the morta
wounds. Strengthening he lifted hi.
Ak In salute to .,romit, then drove 1
into a log and cried:
"Yo-hahl This Is very brave mar
who walks through the land with us
They say he has killed a man will
his hands. They say his name will b.
known to many nations, that he shall
be called 'Royaner +"
1--WE waste time. There is work TO
the man of the Wolf. Find me TIL
white girl whom we found In thi
cabin. 1t is the girl fought for a
Wills creek, the one who left DE
Hexenkopf with US. She was fright
ened by the fighting and ran away
She must be brought back. And you
white brothers. legs are weak. She i
out there in the woods. She will b.
caught by those Huron devils. &c
her and bring her back II you call M
brother"
"She must run like q deer to over
take the HurOns They have me
D,,,,.d il.,., Nhop cov thou InSt fs,n