Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 41, Number 199, 8 July 1916 — Page 13

PACK THUFJB THE RED ARROW ELMER RUSSELL M'GREGOR Both Roys and Girls Will Enjoy This Story

THB RICHMOND PALLADIUM, SATURDAY, JULY , 1916

enraged her, ami she would have thrust the fire into his face had not the chief snatched the stick from her grasp and pushed her from the circle. At last Mountain Bear spoke to the leader of the war party, and the latter again approached the prisoner. He stopped a pace In front of him and drew his knife. White Otter looked feavlessly into his eyes .He wondered if the Crow had been commissioned to kill him. A moment later the warrior stooped and cut the thongs which bound the lad to the stake. Then he led him back to the lodge. White Otter was amazed at his unexpected deliverance. Ho had expected to be killed, and he could scarcely realize that he had survived the experience unharmed. He wondered whether Sun Bird had been as fortunate. The lad still believed that the Crows intended to kill him, and he w as at a loss to understand why they had- delayed his execution. He was too overjoyed at his escape, however, to waste time trying to solve the riddle. He realized that he must spend the time he had gained endeavoring to form a plan for escape. Once free from his bonds, he believed that it would be an easy task to slip' from the Crow camp. But he had been skillfully bound, and his efforts to free himself were futile. At last, thoroughly fatigued in brain and body, the discouraged lad fell asleep. He awakened with a start. Then he raised his head and listened anxiously. Something was moving stealthily around the lodge. White Otter instantly became suspicious. He believed that some one was trying to find a way into his prison. That the prowler wished to avoid detection was evident. Perhaps Sun Bird had escaped and trailed him to the Crow camp. That was the first thought which flashed through his mind. He waited for a signal which would tell him that his hope was true. Then the sound ceased, and White Otter wondered whether the unknown visitor bad entered the lodge. He peered intently into the dark, but saw nothing. Then he again heard the noise. He told himself that if it were Sun Bird he would already have advised him of his presence. Then a more startling possibility entered his mind. Perhaps one of the war party had determined to

The Sandman Story for Tonight

The grocery store was full of customers on the morning of Decoration Day, for everyone in Warrentpn was busy preparing , for an afternoon's holiday. Hal was on the jump every moment till 12 struck, and when the clock finished he folded up his apron and prepared to leave. "I can't let you off this afternoon, Hal," said Mr. Brown, the grocer. "I want those boxes in the cellar emptied and the whole place cleaned out." ' "But,? .'Mr. Brown," faltered the boy, his keen disappointment showing on his face, "I have promised mother to take her out to put flowers on grandfather's grave in the Union Cemetery, where the soldiers are buried. I am obliged to go." "Obliged? Tommyrot," said Mr. Brown angrily. "You leave this store this afternoon before 4 and you need never come back. Your mother can spend her time better than walking about with flowers. She had better train, you to show some sense." Hal's face flushed. "In that case, Mr. Brown," said he quietly, taking up his hat, "I think I had lest find another job anyway. I mean to keep my promise to my mother, and I do not stand for any criticism of her in my presence." "Poor pople always put on the luost airs," sneereA Mr. Brown.

wreak a personal vengeance upon him. The idea was alarming, for White Otter realized that he was powerless to defend himself. He might escape by calling out, but he preferred to die rather than ask aid from his captors. He waited calmly for his enemy to appear. The sounds were now at the back of the lodge. A few moments later he heard the mysterious visitor crawl beneath the lodge-cover. White Otter struggled to a sitting posture. He strained his eyes to catch a glimpse of the intruder. Something was moving along close to the ground. He believed that whoever had entered was creeping forward to kill him with one blow. Por a brief moment he was tempted to make an outcry, but his pride stifled the impulse. Then, as he identified the intruder, he started in surprise. The next instant he broke into a nervous laugh his visitor was a dog. When it saw him it drew its tail between its legs and slunk through the door of the lodge. White Otter remained awake through the balance of the night. Soon after dawn the robe over the entrance of the lodge was drawn aside and the leader of the war party entered. Behind him followed the old squaw with meat and water. "What the dogs will not eat we give to the Sioux," the Crow said, contemptuously. White Otter, allowed the insult to pass unanswered, for he knew that it might prove fatal to further antogonize his foes. His arms were stiff and numb, and it vas some time before he could raise his hands to his mouth. The Crow watched him closely, evidently aware that each movement increased his agony. The courageous lad gave no outward sign of his suffering, and when he had finished eating be crossed his wrists behind his back and waited for the warrior to bind him. The Crew performed the task with much severity. He tightened the thongs until the rawhide cut into the flesh, but the lad bore it unflinchingly. When he had finished the warrior "rose and looked upon his victim. The Sioux met his gaze with fearless eyes, and the Crow laughed and passed out. At midday he returned with Mountain Bear. As the lad saw them enter the lodge his heart filled with dismay. He believed

"Go where you like, and you will soon starve." Hal went home with a sad heart, but on seeing his mother's pleased look at his coming he smiled and kept his troubles to himself. A simple lunch and the pair were about to start with a big basket of wild blooms that the mother had gathered in her walks. As they stood on the porch waiting for a street car the sound of thunder boomed out and dark clouds began to rise over the town. A heavy storm was coming. "You had better not venture out, mother," said the boy anxiously. "It looks as if it would pour soon." "Hal," replied the mother, "I do not see how. I can fail to go. I promised ir.y mother years ego that I would always put flowers on father's grave every Decoration Day, when the other soldiers were remembered." "Perhaps someone else will do it," put in Hal. "Maybe there are some other members of the family who will go out." "No, son," continued the mother. "There are no other members of the family. AH are dead except my Uncle John, who wfnt West in I860. He is your grandfather's brother and my uncle, but no one has heard of him for years. He is the only living member if he is living at all, which we do not know. All the rest have gone years ago." . Taking up th banket, Hal rail

that he was to be subjected to another trying ordeal. The Crows approached in silence and the leader of the war party knelt and freed the prisoner from his bonds. Then Mountain Bear motioned for him to rise. White Otter made several unsuccessful attempts to obey, but his legs seemed to have left his body. He looked at them in surprise. Then the blood began to flow through the congested veins and the pain became intense. The Crows were watching him and he attempted to conceal his suffering. At last he got to his feet. For an instant a wild hope filled his heart. Perhaps they intended to give him his freedom. Mountain Bear went to the door of the lodge and beckoned to White Otter. The other warriors walked close behind him. The lad was escorted to the center of the village. He saw the entire tribe assembled before the lodge of the chief. The silence aroused his suspicions. Several old women came forward to threaten him, but Mountain Bear drove them away. Then the chief made a speech. White Otter would have given much to know what he said. When he finished, some of the older warriors talked. The Sioux improved the opportunity to study the camp. .He located the horse-corral and his eyes flashed as he saw the piebald in the inclosure. Then his attention was diverted, for the leader of the war party was addressing the council. White Otter watched him with much anxiety. He believed that his words would have great influence upon his audience. The harangue was a fiery one, and White Otter felt sure the speaker was narrating the details of the desperate fight at the pass. He feared that the Crow was inciting his comrades to vengeance. At the conclusion of his speech the old woman who had thrust the fire in the lad's face entered tfie circle. She pointed at the young Sioux, and launched forth into an excited tirade. From the attention she received White Otter believed that she was a medicine-woman. He knew that these women had great influence, and he feared the effects of her words. When she finally exhausted herself the warriors began to talk excitedly among themselves. At last they seemed to reach an agreement, and one of them rose and

toward a car, waving his mother a farewell. He would go, storm or no storm. He had no work now, but he would do this for his mother's sake and trust to the future. By the time he reached the cemetery it was pouring in torrents. Yet he carefully placed the flowers around the headstone. As he turned to go he bumped into a tall elderly gentleman, peering down closely at the lettering on the cross. "Pray, why are you decorating this grave so anxiously in the storm?" said the gentleman. "Is it not the spot where lies the body of George Clarke? He is my brother and I have just come from the West to find his grave. I understand this is it. Perhaps as you seem interested in the same thing you can tell me of his daughter, my niece, and her son." "Oh, then you are my mother's Uncle John," exclaimed Hal. "She was telling me half an hour ago of her father's brother, who went West a long time ago. I am Hal Campbell and my mother was Ada j Clarke." When Hal returned from the cemetery it was not in a street car, but in a big touring car by the side Iqf his great uncle. And his future F - i . i c -. i. was no luuger uiii lain, lur a iiii his uncle's help he went into business with great success in his home town. (More Next Week.) KEEP A SCRAP BOOK. Scrap books are valuable things. Every boy and girl ought to start one and keep on clipping and pasting articles and fstories they like. As you grow older the scrap book will become more valuable, for you will be saving thing which will be of ben lit to yon later in lif.

addressed the chief. Then Mountain Bear spoke to his interpreter, and the latter translated the words to the prisoner. "The Crows tsay that you must die," he said. "Wild Crane, the Crow medicine-woman, says that the Sioux killed her son, Yellow Calf, and she cries for vengeance. It is good; the Sioux are our enemies. I have spoken the words of the great chief, Mountain Bear." White Otter laughed scornfully. He swept his eyes over the men in the council circle, and then he fastened his gaze upon the Crow chief. "Tell the great chief that 1 have listened to his words. I am not afraid to die," he said, proudly. "Tell him that it is good that the Crows are led by an, old woman. Tell him that White Otter, the Sioux, laughs at him. 1 have finished." When his words were interpreted Mountain Bear rushed at him and struck him to the ground. Then the leader of the war party bound his arms and hurried him to the lodge.

White Otter realized that he had sealed his fate. He knew that be fore the night passed he would be called out to pay the penalty for his insults to the Crows and their chief. After the warrior left him he made many futile attempts to loosen the thongs which bound his wrists. Then he thought of a way to escape the tortures which he felt sure would be inflicted upon him. He knew that the Crews would free his feet to lead him from the lodge, and he determined to make a reckless dash for liberty. Then they would shoot him down before he reached the corral, and his death would be swift and painless. The lad changed his plan, however, as he saw the old squaw and a young brave enter the lodge with food and water soon after dark. He believed that the Crows had decided to spare him for still another day, and he determined to take advantage of the opportunity. He made careful note of the young warrior who accompanied the squaw. As the Crow stooped to free his hands the Sioux saw that his only weapon was a knife. When the old woman left the lodge, therefore, White Otter grasped the Furprised Crow by the throat and threw him upon his back. He

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chocked him into insensibility and then gagged him with a piece of buckskin cut from his leggings. In another moment White Otter cut the thongs which bound his ankles and began to rub the circulation into his legs. Then he crawled cautiously under the rear of the lodge. Once outside, the Sioux hurried toward the corral. Shielded by the dark, he reached the piebald without being discovered. Twisting

one of the rawhide thongs about" the animal's lower jaw, he led the , pony cautiously 'away. The Crow j horses were upon the plain, and ' White Otter knew that he could gain a big lead before his enemies began the pursuit. He struggled to the piebald's back, and rode, away at a gallop. He was a Inns way out on the plain when he , heard a wild commotion in the( Crow camp. Aware that his escape: had been discovered, the young Sioux turned his face to the stars and asked aid from the Great Mystery. 1 VIII. A BOLD RESCUE. Having escaped from his enemies, White Otter's first thought was of Sun Bird. He determined! to find the camp to which he had been taken and learn if he were-; still alive. It seemed like a foolhardy undertaking, as he was with-' out food or the necessary weapons to procure it. However, loyalty was the first law of the Sioux nation, and White Otter was -not the sort to shirk his duty. ! White Otter realized that to find Sun Bird he must return to1 the spot where they had been surprised by the Crows. He turned, his ' pony toward the west, therefore, and rode until daylight. Then, he took shelter in a scattered stand ! of willows. With the knife .which he had taken from the Crow he, made a rude bow and some arrows from sharpened willow sticks. "Then he cut a strip from his rawhide belt and twisted it into a bowstring. ' DO YOU ENJOY PICNICS? ' Who has been on a picnic out in-( to the woods this year? Of coursei it has rained so much that there' have been few chances so far. One4 can have all kinds of fun at a pic-j nic. A little camp fire on which: to cook things adds enjoyment to' the whole outing. .;-! -

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