Saturday Evening Mail, Volume 12, Number 43, Terre Haute, Vigo County, 22 April 1882 — Page 6

THE MAIL

A PAPER FOR THE PEOPLE.

S^ffOOD night.

IW

jJZ

How l.ghtly said, how carelessly spoken, riends depart with joy unbroken, And band jnee|» nand with this last token—

AVhrii friends di

,rt with joy unbroken, ..jmd with this last tokeiQood nightl

good

iilgjit!

How slowly said, with sweet delaying, AVh? love for yet more love is praying, Ad'J heart meets heart,while lips are Haying-

Good night! goodnight!

How tenderly, with what new meaning From agony and anguish gleaning. We whisper, o'er ante* bed 1 en

Ming—

Good night! good night!

And to the weary spirit winging Its- flifcht bevond a.l earthly clinging. Its Death, net chance, an angel bringing,

Good night! good night!

The Novelist.

MAD. EZEKIEL

—OB—

Mystery of the Backwoods.

BT

.SANDY O. V. GIUSWOLD.

CHAPTER I.

THK VRONTIKIt HOMK.

very thing was in joyous and pleasant commotion in and around the rude log cabin of Robert Morgan one balmy September morning, more than three quarters of a century ago.

Robert Morgan was a sturdy, honest New England fanner, who had moved to the section of the territory where the incident* of this history had place among the earliest settlers, and on the day in question hi* only child, Bessie, was to be given away in marriage to one Hugh McFarley, a |handsome, manly voung nattier, who resided at the settlement, it few miles down the river.

The occasion had been turned into a regular gala-day, anil all the countryfofk rouud about had assembled to witness tho ceremony and participate in the festivities.

The Morgan cabin stood in the center of a

small

clearing, unon the right-hand

bank of the beautiful Muskingum,about tli roc miles north of the infant settlement of Harmar,the most important post within radius of one hundred miles or more.

The Indians were comparatively quiet along the frontier they had been abnormally inactive for the period of several months, and the settler laft his cabin in the morning for the woods or fields, fully confident of finding it and itainmates unmolested on his return iu thp evening.

In their security, or imagined security, those hardy, isolated backwoodsmen grew carelessly and incautions, and any catastrophe which might have happened t$»eir defenseless families would not have surprised the old rangers and hunters, who frequently uiet and warned the settlers of their unwarrantable reckless-,

Thero was a goodly crowd assembled at Morgan'** on that bright and memorable day, at least two score of men, women and children, and all seemed bent on having a good time, dance and feast, rare enough in ihosedark days, in honor of pretty Hessy's wedding-day.

Among llossio's most ardent admirers was one

ltal

ph Du rfee. He had proved a

most persistent suitor, and only discontinued his attentions when her wed-ding-dsv wasannounced.

After that he held himself aloof, and, growing Hullon and moroso, deluded manv into the belief that he was pining for licssie but there were those who heard him make threats of a direful nature, and who secretly trembled for the future happiness of our heroine.

Ralph Durfee was little known in Ilarmnr, whore he made his headquarters, and whero he had made bis appearance about a year previous, ootniug from somewhere in the Kast.

He professed to be a man of meaus, anci «p»,nl much of his time off in tho broad woods, always going alone and coming alone, as mysteriously as the Wit 'h Kniior.

He was a tall, slender niau, glossy, blacK hair, eyes and complexion to correspond.

At :'.rst Uessie liked tho strange, darkfaced gentlenvui, but it was not long ere his presence grew obnoxious and hateful.

Hi- unblushing familiarity, coarse bnndiagc. and ungentleuianly criticisms upon the

actions,

crowd

dress and appearance

ortbe humble and illiterate people of the settlement, created a dislike in the heart of the purc-nihuledyounggirl that could not be eradic.iU'd and then, when Durfec hud known her but a few short hours, grasi"'d her hand with nassionate fervor and \hv!*red that, he loved lier letter than nis life, she wrenched herself from his :tid"c-*rous embrace, and for the balance of the d.iv avoided him.

Iu rwas a man of unalterable purpose. md his calls thereafter at the Morgan ahiu

were

frequent and of lQiig con­

tinuance. He hud chided Tleesio on her coldness toward hlni, and her alleged misconstruction of his in taut ou the day of the merrv-makinor.

HeVeiter.ited that his impnlaire action had lvn prompted by the purest and deepest love, that he WOtfM not offend her with a breatl} for worlds, and finally he suveeded in partially restoring himself to her good graces.

On the day of the nuptials, Durfee was among tho nrst guests who roached the Morgan dwelling, faultlessly attired in a dark hunting-suit with fanciful trimming**. The austere and vindictive exprcsion had vanished froui his darkly handsome face, and he was the gayest anioni the gay, and one would have thought that he was the lucky mau to carry nil the backwoods prixe.

He vhook hands heartily with Hugh McFarley. and congratulated him upon his jiood* fortune, and, when all of tho isiturs had arrived, none was heard so often in boisterous halloo and joyous laugb'er as Kalpli Durfee."

He won the silver dollar in the inevitable vhxMing ma'ob, out-jumped, outwrestled and ran faster than anyone in the

but the prospective bride­

groom. Mcl-'arW threw him three timesont of rive, ami boat him in the foot-race, to use the parlance ,of Ihe turf, by »dozen lengths or mort».

This final triumph of Hugh's came well nigte terminating in a disgraceful scene, ••It wasa foul start," cried Ihirfee, his dark face flushing with anger "there isn't a runner In tho Mingo nation who can beat me on my feet, and I can outstrip Mr.

Mo

Far ley every day in the

week l'' "That we have just settled, Ralph,*' replied Hugh, in his quiet, gentlemanly wav, "for I think the start was fair." "In course

it

was, boy, and vou cleaned

hint ant slicker'n a slippery-elm poultice." here in joined Jim Holmes, the nest deer-stalker and oldest ranger in Harmar, "an" as to Mr. FHtrfee's beatin' the hull

Minsn

tribe on his pegs, I

reckon he could, 'specially if they wart

ou seem our red

ineng 'em

eh Durfee fastened his dark eyes for a minute on the quizzical countenance oi the old deer-stalker, and his brow darkened like a thunder-clond, yet pe sappressed the volcano of

passion

evidently

raging in his bosom, and bursting into a loud haw-haw, exclaimed: "You're an old un, Jim always takxn a fellow at his word, an' makin' a mountain out of a mole-hill. The only friends I have 'mong the reds wouldn be safe within reach of old Jolly here, and Ralph patted his rifle. "Reckon not," •was Jim's laconic reP1?-

If you men are going to waste the whole afternoon jumping, and wrestling, and quarreling over a foot-race, you should have stayed at home," came the reproving interference from a bouncing, buxom las£. named Sally Benton, as she approached the group of men. "We girls nave been waiting for the last hour for you to come and lend a helping hand in decorating the cabin. We are all going into the woods men,

too,

mind

you, and gather autumn-leaves, and everything else that is beautiful, to hang upon the cabin walls so come along, HOW»"

This ended the controversy over the foot-race, and, with a cheer, the entire assemblage rushed toward the cabin, and a f&w minutes later could be seen radiating in every direction into the gay colored depths of the woods.

Bessie Morgan was among the merrv flower-hunters, the merriest of them all, and as she ran on in the lead, her sweet voice could be heard trilling some blithe some song or ringing in joyous laugh ter, making the "sounding aisles" echo with melody.

Soon young men and women could be seen emerging from the hazel and paw paw thickets with armfulsof bright-col ored branches, trailing vines and bitter sweet, alone and in couples, and in groups of three and four.

As'one after another well known face came In, and their owners deposited their burdens of autumn beauties upon the cabin floor, youth after youth reported and Bessie came not, old Mr. Morgan' heart began to beat with a vague dread while the deer-stalker lidgeted and moved restlessly about but the rest wero too much rapt in their decorations to give any heed to this portentious circum stance. "Jim, where can she be?" suddenly implored Mr. Morgan, in atone of such unmistakable anxiety and anguish that everv merry voice hushed, every busy hand stopped, and white, wondering faces were lifted toward the old New Englander.

Holmes, on thus being appealed to. clutched his rifle with a firmer grasp, and deigning no reply, strode off across the clearing and plunged into the woods "Why, father," cried the good Mrs Morgan, laying ber hand upon the old mans shoulder, "don't you see tl Hugh is not in yet, nor Mr. Durfee? Calm yourself, dear, they will all lie here together, shortly," and tho kind old soul endeavored to allay tho fears of her husband by further asseverations of contidonce in the safety of the absent ones. "Boys!" cried Sam Higgins, a sturdy young backwoodsman, "hadn't we bettor take our shooters and foller Holmes? It may be .that we're needed. Thar's no telling what will happen out in the woods." "No, Sam we can't do anything until he comes back. If anything has gone wrong he will find it out, and he is not the man to keep us long in suspense. Hello! thar he is this minnit, and look! look thar, folks! what's that he's carrying in his arms?" aud John Abbott's eyes distended and his linger trembled as he pointed toward the forest.

All looked and all beheld Jim Holmes issuing forth with the apparently lifeless form of a human being in his arms.

Mrs. Morgan gave one piercing scream of agony and staggered fainting into the strong arms of Sam Higgins, while the old gentleman buried his wrinkled face in his hands as if to shut out the horrid reality.

Another minute, and Jim Holmes had reached the cabin. The gaping settlers saw that it was not Bessie Morgan ho bore, as all had expected, but the limp and blood-bedab-uled form of Hugh McFarley.

CHAPTER II. IN THK FOREST.

When Bessie Morgan, so joyous and happy, entered the woods with the bevy of flower-hunters, she was closely watched by two persons, each apparently unconscious of. the other's espionage upon tho young girl'smovements, but a careful observer would have seen that one kept watch upon the other, as well as following the course of our heroine.

Both moved on into the shadowy depths of the qniet forest with stealthy step and watchful oye, one for the pflrpose of protecting the thoughtless maiden from any possible harm, and the other for a purpose that will reveal itself as mv story prfjr»-*sses. llugh~McFarley was the ouo who hovered closest upon Bessie's footsteps, his overmastering love forbidding him to allow the precious being to escape his vision while alone in the woods.

The other one was Ralph Durfee, who seemed to be not only maintaining a strict surveillance upon*Bessie,but upon her lover as wall.

After they had penetraled a considerable distance into the forest, and the other yourtg men and'women were hidden from view, and the sounds of their boisterous revelry grew fainter and fainter, Bessie stopped before a clambering vine of bitter-sweet and began pulling down the tendrils heaviest laden with the scarlet berries.

Both McFarley and Durfee halted, too, and, unseen by 'the girl,"screened themselves in the dense shrubbery, Ralph at a point which commanded a full view of the unsuspicious lovers, while he himself remained secure from observation.

A few brief minutes paased quietlv, when Durfee suddenly urew his knife, and, bv striking the bark of an old log, sent echoing through the woods a tolerable imitation of a rat-tat-tat of the woodpecker.

This received an almost instant re sponse from the covert beyond the girl, and, when a hush again fell over the wilderness, Ralph raised himself and made a circular motion with his IuhmI, then began a cautious advance upon Hugh Mc Farley.

So warv and noiseless was Durfee that he gained a point within striking distance of the young hunter without even breaking a twig or rustling a leaf, and with heartless resolve he raised his rifle and brought the stock down upon the youth's bead with such murderous force aa to stretch hiui out upon the leaven, quivering, to all appearances, in the throes of death.

At this juncture a stifled cry from Bessie attracted the miscreant, and, looking up be beheld her struggling vainly in the grasp of two half-breed Mingos, while a third, fourth, fifth and sixth made their appearance.

Without waiting to ascertain the con­

dition of McFarley, Durfee bounded toward the savages. "Oh, Mr. Durfee,", wailed the poor girl, as the villain rteached her side, "you will save me?" and she stretched out her hands imploringly. "Indeed I will. Bessie. I would die for the one that I love but you must go with these warriors they are my friends, and I will protect you," replied the shameless rascal. "Your friends, Mr. Durfee?" stammered the bewildered creature. "Yes Bessie. I once saved their chief in a drunken brawl at Fort Du Quesne," qtiicklv exclaimed Durfee "but you must lie brave now leave all to me, and at the right time you shall be saved! Be quiet now!"

With this gentle admonition the archintriguer turned to a tall, athletic, handsome brave. "Swallow Wing, you have played your part to perfection but come. We must not let the grass grow under our feet there are men at the Morgan cabin who can trail a wolf at midnight!" "Hooh Swallow Wing ready." "Then we will go at once."

The entire party started off at a T*apid trot through the woods to the North, Bessie being half carried, half dragged between the two warriors who had first laid hands upon ber.

On, on they went through the pathless wild, never once slacking their rapid pace until the light of day faded, and then the party came to a halt, and the different members busied themselves with the preparations

In another minute he had crossed the clearing and disappeared in the woods, where the shadows of evening were rapidly deepening.

The settlers, one and all. with the exception of the old deer-stalker, Holmes, seemed to bechainedin their tracks,and gazed helplessly at the doorway through which Hugh had vanished. "The bov's stark mad, folks," excitedly critel Jim, "an' musn't be allowed to run off in this style. .Why, the very wolves would make a meal of him. Let no one leave the cabin till I come back," and with that wonderful celerity, Holmes grasped his rifle and hurriedly lelt the cabin.

An hour had flown and night had set in before the old deer-stalker returned, and when he did come he was alone. "Wei!, Jim, what news?" was the anxious query that greeted him.

The dauntless old scout shook bis Vead gravely, as be replied: "It's all news I bring you! Thar's going to be some squally times liereaways afore we are many days older "What is it, Jim? Tell us," cried a dozen e:-*.ger voices in concert. "Injuns!" "Injuns?" "Yas. Injuns! I'm blinder nor a Norwegian rat if the woods ain't foil o' signs!" "Did you see anything of Durfee?" asked Sam Higgins*. "Nary a glimpse, Sani: he's gone as slick and clean as if the earth had swallowed him up." "But Bessie, Mr. Holmes, my daughter Bessie, have you naught to say of her? Speak!" and old Mrs. Morgan clasped her wrinkled hands and knelt at the hunter's feet. "Bessie? Yas, yas, bless my stupidity why, folks, she's bin carried off by the heathen and the old deer-stalker, in his confusion, knew not how blunt had been his speech. "What's to be done, Holmes? Are wo to stand hyar like so many sheep till the wolf's how"! rings in our ea'rs asked sturdy John Abbott. "Not much, John, but we must hev a caution, and not run likea youg bar into a deadfall. "I know thar's not a trustier man atween hyar and the Canadas than you are, Abbott, an' my idee is that you scoot like a rabbit fur Harmar, an' let 'em know down thar what's happened. "It won't do to allow these folks hyar to separate to-night fur we don't know how many Mingos are lying 'xound loose, but in the morning it kin probably be did. Now, my idee is the sooner you look to your fixin'sand git fur Harmar, the better it'll be fur all concerned."

Ten minutes later the unflinching messenger had crossed the clearing, ana likea specter was speeding through the dark forest on his way to the stockade at the mouth of the Mnskingum.

t'HAPTKR IV. SWJUIjOW WISH.

When the Indians came to a halt, Durfee, the renegade. i*d Bessie to an old, fallen tree, and insisted that she should rerliue thereon and rest, and as the sav-.i age* busied themselves in building a »in ail fire and preparing a frugal repast, he left her and strode over to the spot where the haughty young chieftain. Swallow Wing, had flnng himself, and said 1

Well, Mingo, so far so good but don't you think they will be likely to follow'us to-night •'No foller too much dark," replied the Indian.

There will be no rest in the morning. That white bound called Holmes is as much at home in the woods as a wolf. When will we reach your village?" "When sun go down. What Durfee

TERRE HAUTE SATURDAY-EVENING MAIL.

for

Sian'sdo

encamping.

OHAPTERIH. 01*F FOR THE FOREST."

Jim Holmes, the old deer-stalker, with the unconscious form of Hugh McFarley in his arms, did not stand long to be gaped at by the horror stricken settlers, but made his way into the cabin and laid the young man tenderly on the floor.

The good deacon forced his way to the side of the stricken one, and bending over Hugh, said: "A basin of water, quick."

One of the terrified women brought the water, with a towel. "He is not so badly hurt as it seems," said the good man, as he proceeded with his examination. "Ha! see."

The latter exclamation was elicited by the wounded man's drawing a long breath, like a sigh, and opening his eyes. "Hugh, Hugh!" wildly importuned Mrs. Morgan, "do you know us? What has happened Did you see Bessie?" "Know you yes but what has occurred Where am I Where is Bessie?" and with an ettbrt the young man sat up, glaring around him with a look in his blue eyes that betrayed a delirious mind. "You have been badly hurt Hugh, and "But where is Bessie?" he Jialf fiercely interrupted. "Is she still in the woods and darkness coming on Oh, what has happened Tell me quick, before I go mad!"' and the stalwart young settler leaped to his feet, despite Deacon Hollo well's efforts to prevent him, and gazed around into the pale and dismayed faces of his friends like a maniac. "You've bin knocked on the head, boy, an' woll nigh killed," spoke Jim Holmes, who felt himself callea upon to say something. "I tumbled over you in the woods and toted you hyar but the gal, Bessie, 1 seed hide nor ha'r o' her "Saw nothing of Bessie? Then she is still in the woods. Men, this is terrible but I will find ber!" and, beforo anyone could intercept him or prevent the movement, Hugh snatched up a rifle and leaped out of the open door.

oin' when git dere?" and the Inkeen eyes shot a quick look, first first at Bessie, who sat like a statue on the log, with her face buried in her hands, and then into the face of the subtile renegade. "Do, do? Why, what else, chief, but marry that little beauty over there, settle down among you, raise a large family, and be happy," and the outlaw laughed at what ne had said, as if therein he had perpetrated a good joke. "What Swallow Wing do, eh?" and the stoical Mingo's eyes remained riveted upon Ralph's face. "What in the bloody blazes are you driving at?" and Durfee's voice betrayed his uneasiness. "Hooh!" and Swallow Wing leaped to his feet with angry suddenness, and fiercely continued: "The white squaw Mingo's captive, dat all Captain Durfee no like 'um, ne go dere, dat all!" and the red chief sfretched out his naked, braceleted arm and pointed off into the gloomy forest, back toward the settlement. "Ho, he! that's your game, is it, old turkey buzzard," "thought Durfee to himself. "You're in love with tho pretty Bessie yourself. Shoot me for an owl if I haven't thought all along that you watched her curiously close, but we'll see who gets her, you or me."

Then, after a little reflection, during which Swallow Wing stood grim ana statuesque, pointing back into the woods, Ralph, in a well modulated and conciliatory tone, continued "Of couree she is your captive, chief but did you not secure her in obedience to mv piaus "Swallow Wing is not a boy, to be led bj* the baik ot a dog alone." "Well, you captured her for me,' fiercely cried the renegade, again losing his control, "and by the eternal, I'll have her !"and Ralph'defiantly returned the Mingo's baleful gaze. "Will Durfee tight for her? and the Indian tapped thebuckhorn shaft of his knife significantly. "It may be that I will but wait. I'll have a few words with Metholug, then advise you on the subject."

With' this Ralph Durfee wheeled and walked toward the lire, over which a heavy, thick-set, low-browed, mongrellooking warrior- bent, engaged in broiling a huge hunk of venison.

This was Methotug, one of the most skillful and dangerous braves of the whole Leni Lenape nation, and it will be entirely apropos to mention right here that he was a staunch friend of the outlaw's, his right hand man, and it may be safely said, on very problematical "terms with Swallow Wing.

They had l)een very bitter rivals on the hunt, on the trail, and in an

du co'Uf.

Their rivalry had more than once threatened to burst forth in a violent personal encounter, and each know the other would not bewail any disaster that might befall him, but would rejoice in the downfall.

Fully conscious of this irreconcilable antagonism entertained by the two warriors, the wary renegade at once sought Methotug in his little difference with Swallow Wing, perfectly confident that he would back him in anything that promised discomfiture to his rival. "Methotug," whispered Durfee, as he tapped the stooping warrior on the naked shoulder, "step this way. I would speak to the greatest brave in the Minge nation. You might call Muskwancoand the other warriors, and let them hear what I have to say." "Ough! Methotug is with his white brother," replied Swallow Wings rival, and then, in his own dialect, he called to the other four warriors lolling on the sward. They instantly sprang to their feet, and with deep perplexity written on their tawny features, followed Durfee and the beckoning Methotug into the woods to the left of the smoldering camp-fire.

As the last dark form biended with the gloom, Swallow Wing cast a quick, searching glance all round, and listened for a minute.

In a brief time be was assured, and with the step of the cushion-fotted panther, he gained Bessio's side, and whispered "Would the white rose go back to her people

Poor Bessie looked up,and with a beseeching look in her tearful eves, said "Oh, chief, do you mean it?" "Swallow Wing has asked the question will the pale squaw answer "Yes, yes! Oh, noble warrior, save me!" and Bessie sprang to hei feet. "(Jive me your hand make less noise than the breeze. Come." (irasping our heroine's hand iu his own, the voung chief led her quickly from out tlie firelight, and together the two plunged into the dark depths of the moaning woods to the right, and sped hurriedly awav.

CHAPTER V. MAI) EZEKIKI*.

It was night at the stockade at liarmar, the night of Bessie Morgan's wedding day, and all honest settlers had lttired within their cabins, and the twinkling lights from the windows made the gloom deeper still.

The lower story of the old log fort was lit up, and around the glowing hearth a number of hunters were sitting, engaged iu the commonest of pastimes, storytelling.

Big, sturdy Zack Flinn, as good a hunter as ever trod the pathless woods, was in the midst of an exciting adventure with a pack of wolves, and all were listening with gaping mouths and wideopen eyes, when suddenly the blockhouse door swung hack oh its hinges, and a wild, singular being stalked into the room, and taking apositiou with his lMu*k to the fire, exclaimed, in a mysteriously thrilling voice: "Yes, there is rest for all, peace for all, though their sins be as scarlet. His love will make them whiter than snow. Even the blood-cravine fiends who gather in yonder wood, whose souls are steeped in the blood of the defenseless and innocent, shall find rest in him. Is it not a mercv, then, that heaven lias ordained that I shall give them to their death that I, Mad Kzekiel, the destroying angel, should live till the last red wolf who carries the blood of the Leni Leapes in his veins has been stricken low, aud his bones whitened in the woodland bree*e?"

The new-comer was arrayed in 4 sav-age-looking garb, composed of skins of the gray wolf.

He was a perfect statue in form, fully six feet in stature, with massive features, aud eyes that burned in their hollow sockets like coals of fire.

His long hair, floating down about his brawny neck and shoulders, was whiter and grizzlier than his wolfskin garb. "Wall, bow on earth, Exekiel, did you git in

hyar

without our bearin'yon

asked Zack

Flinn,

as soon as the first

tremor of surprise waa over. I thought I had ears longer'n a mule, an' could bear furder than a hawk could see."

"Can you hearthe owl in the night aa he flies through the air till his dismal hoot breaks on the ghostly quiet Can you hear the velvet pawed panther as he steals over the soft grass upon the drinking fawn? No! Neither can the approach of Mad Ezekiel. I came not here to parley. Children, poor, weak children of womau, deadly danger, like the hot "breath of the simoon, steals upon you! At the midnight hour, before three suns have risen and set, the bloodhungry red wolves swoop down upon you! Mad Ezekiel is in time to save you!" "Do vou mean to say, old man, demanded Flinn. in affrighted voice, half rising from bis seat, "that the red niggers have taken to the warpath agin?" "Listen! the Mingos are already in the woods they howl like famished wolves for bloocl, but they are many miles from Harmar yet, aud to-mor-row is given you to strengthen this old log-heap and get your wives and children in here. Oh," Heaven! I would I had a wife and child to defend. How my strong arms would work," and the crazy wanderer worked his long, bony fingers convulsively. "Why, old manj" iuterjected the inquisitive Flinn, "thar's a story afloat 'long the border as how you once had a wife and child, and one dark, stormy night tho Mingos comedown and sarved an ugly turn." "True, true, Zack Flinn. I once like vou and other men. I had a wife and child, a little boy, the only one I had.

There was the blood of the Leni Ler.ape in his mother's heart, but that did not save her. They came, like devils, in the night, when I was off in tho woods for deer, and tomahawked them both, even burning their bodies with the cabin but I will avenge them. It is written on the wall of Heaven that they shall die by my hand, for I am the destroying angel, the sword of Gideon."

With a sudden movement, the naiae vanished through the blockhouse' door. A wild, jabbering laugh emanated from his lips, and he was gone.

Along and brooding silence succeeded among the dejected hunters, but finally Flinn recovered his oquanimitv, and exclaimed "Boys, I don't think as how thar any danger threatening Harmar tonight, but we can't be too keerful. The warning of Mad Ezekiel must not be disregarded. We must have a sentinel."

Just then there came a cry from outside. "Hello in thar!" "Wal, what is it!" auswered Flinn,

stepping to the door. "TheMi

ajf'aift

Indeed, they had been rivals in all the sports and duties of their lives, which uncompromising emulation had its origin in an exhibition of skill between a few chosen warriors, in the presence of the whole tribe, Swallow Wing carrying off the prize, a necklace of l»«arclaws.

ingos are comin', that's all!"

"Who be you?' "John Abbott. Wait, I'll be with you in a jiffy."

In another minute John Abbott was among them. "The Mingos ate comin' sartiu, boys, but I dou'topino they'll reach hyar tonight but I've got somethin' more serious still to tell you, Zack, somethin' that'll make your h'ar stand. Bessie Morgan's been toted off by the Mingos!" and Abbott paused. "Bessie Morgan, an' this war her weddin'day," Flinn found voice to say. "Yes, jest so but who'd you think's at the bottom of the hull job?"

No answer from the consterna group. "Ralph Durfee!" quoth Joliy. "Ralph Durfee!" alii^/jiH hunters in chorus^wn, Ind "The very skunk !*ue,Iud "Curse him we'll hifttg iuir fiercely cried Flinn. "He must be kotched first, boys," advisedly interjoined Abbott "but listen, an, I'll tell vou just how it are."

Thereupon the messenger related to attentive assemblage all that bad transpired.

CHAPTER VI.

METHOTUO AND THK OUTLAW.

Ralph Durfee, Methotug and the remainder of the red marauders filed off into tho woods until the intervening trees shut out the flare of the camp-fire.

Then, coming to a halt, the renegade, in language moro emphatic than truthfnl, disclosed to his wild confederates his little misunderstanding with their haughty, mystic young chieftain, Swallow Wing. "Did it evor occur to you, chief, that your rival in the chase, in war and in love, is more white than red, that Swallow Wing is not what he pretends?" "lTgh!can Captain Durfee tell us anything? If so, let him speak on," and Metliotug's brow darkened like a thunder cloud, and lie nervously toyed with his tomahawk, while his subordinates crowded nearer, eager to catch tlie renegade's every word. "But, I say," continued Durfee, "did that idea ever strike you, or you, Muskwanco "Ugh! me tink so all along," growled the latter warrior, with an ugly scowl. "Prove it to me, Captain Durfee, and I'll warm this blade in his heart's blood before the wliippoorwill hushes his Bong," and Metnotug drew his long knife, while the sinister expression of his coarse features grew more sinister still. "That's like rolling ofl a log," the renegade continued. "In tho first place, chiet, we know by his looks that he is not a fullblood, don't we?" "Wagh." "Well, and we know he's not a true ally of his people by his actions in the past, and the position he has taken to-

"Wagli." "More than that," impressively dedared the wily outlaw, "I know him to an out-and-out friend of the white man."

Every Indian started and laid a hand upon a weapon. Ves, my friends, he is a spy, a traitor, and not one moon since he appeared at Harmar and warned the settlers of a contemplated raid of the Mingos he was there, Swallow Wing, himself, for I saw him with my own eyes." "We will put him to death fiercely cried Methotug. "At the etake!" added Muskwanco. "When asked the outlaw. "Now, this very hour! Come, we will swoop down ti{kn the traitor!" and whipping out his tomahawk, Methotug bounded back toward the camp, witii the whole party close upon his heels, save Durfee, who valorouaiy kept well in the rear.

In another minnte they bad reached the spot. They halted.

They looked around them. The virgin woods hemmed them in. The howl of the skulking wolf was heard from the woods afar but where was Swallow Wing and his fair captive?

Tbey had vanished! Muskwanco was an old tracker, and his ferret eves soon found the trail, as a

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"Wagh!" growled Muskwanco, hab Swallow Wing's scalp 'fore Hie sentence was sot completed.

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