第14章
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  Hepaused,leaningforwardinhisexceedingearnestness,withhisbronzedfacelinedbyswellingveins,hiswholepersonmaderigidbythemurderousthought。

  Thehehissedbetweenhisteeth:\"WhatshallwedowiththeseChristianIndians?\"

  Piperaisedhiswar—club,struckitupontheground;thenhandedittoHalfKing。

  HalfKingtooktheclubandrepeatedtheaction。

  Bothchiefsfavoredthedeathpenalty。

  \"Feed\'emtotherbuzzards,\"croakedJimGirty。

  SimonGirtyknittedhisbrowinthought。ThequestionofwhattodowiththeconvertedIndianshadlongperplexedhim。

  \"No,\"saidhe;\"letusdriveawaythemissionaries,burnthevillage,andtaketheIndiansbacktocamp。We\'llkeepthemthere;they\'llsoonforget。\"

  \"Pipedoesnotwantthem,\"declaredtheDelaware。

  \"ChristianIndiansshallneversitroundHalfKing\'sfire,\"criedtheHuron。

  SimonGirtyknewthecrisishadcome;thatbutfewmomentswerelefthimtodecideastothedispositionoftheChristians;andhethoughtseriously。

  CertainlyhedidnotwanttheChristiansmurdered。Howevercruelhislife,andgreathismisdeeds,hewasstillaman。Ifpossible,hedesiredtoburnthevillageandruinthereligiousinfluence,butwithoutsheddingblood。Yet,withallhispower,hewashandicapped,andthatbytheverychiefsmostnearlyunderhiscontrol。HecouldnotsubduethisgrowingChristianinfluencewithoutthehelpofPipeandHalfKing。Tothesesavagesathingwaseitherrightorwrong。Hehadsowntheseedofunrestandjealousyinthesavagebreasts,andthefruitwasthedecreeofdeath。AsfarastheseIndianswereconcerned,thisdecisionwasunalterable。

  Ontheotherhand,ifhedidnotspreadruinovertheVillageofPeace,themissionarieswouldsoongetsuchagrasponthetribesthattheirholdwouldneverbebroken。Hecouldnotallowthat,evenifhewasforcedtosacrificethemissionariesalongwiththeirconverts,forhesawinthegrowthofthisreligionhisowndownfall。Thebordermustbehostiletothewhites,oritcouldnolongerbehishome。Tobesure,hehadaidedtheBritishintheRevolution,andcouldfindarefugeamongthem;butthisdidnotsuithim。

  Hebecameanoutcastbecauseoffailuretowinthemilitarypromotionwhichhehadsomuchcoveted。Hehadfailedamonghisownpeople。Hehadwonagreatpositioninanalienrace,andhelovedhispower。Toswaymen——Indians,ifnotothers——tohiswill;toavengehimselfforthefanciedwrongdonehim;tobegreat,hadbeenhisunrelentingpurpose。

  HeknewhemustsacrificetheChristians,oreventuallylosehisownpower。HehadnofalseideasabouttheconvertedIndians。Heknewtheywereinnocent;

  thattheywereathousandtimesbetteroffthanthepaganIndians;thattheyhadneverharmedhim,norwouldtheyeverdoso;butifheallowedthemtospreadtheirreligiontherewasanendofSimonGirty。

  Hisdecisionwascharacteristicoftheman。Hewouldsacrificeanyone,orall,toretainhissupremacy。HeknewthefulfillmentofthedecreeaslaiddownbyPipeandHalfKingwouldbeknownashiswork。Hisname,infamousnow,wouldhaveanadditionalhorror,andeverberememberedbyposterityinunspeakableloathing,inunsofteningwrath。Heknewthis,anddeepdowninhisheartawokeanumbedchordofhumanitythattwingedwithstrangepain。Whatawfulworkhemustsanctiontokeephisvauntedpower!Morebitterthanallwastheknowledgethattoretainthisholdovertheindianshemustcommitadeedwhich,sofarasthewhiteswereconcerned,wouldtakeawayhisgreatname,andbrandhimacoward。

  Hebrieflyreviewedhisstirringlife。Singularlyfittedforaleader,inafewyearshehadrisentothemostpowerfulpositionontheborder。Hewieldedmoreinfluencethananychief。Hehadbeenopposedtotheinvasionofthepioneers,andthisalone,withouthissagacityorhisgeneralship,wouldhavegivenhimcontrolofmanytribes。Buthatredforhisownpeople,coupledwithunerringjudgment,aremarkableabilitytoleadexpeditions,andhisinvariablesuccess,hadraisedhimhigherandhigheruntilhestoodalone。HewasthemostpowerfulmanwestoftheAlleghenies。HisfamewassuchthattheBritishhadimportunedhimtohelpthem,andhadactually,inmorethanoneinstance,givenhimcommandoverBritishsubjects。

  Allofwhichmeantthathehadagreat,eventoughaninfamousname。Nomatterwhathewasblamedfor;nomatterhowmanydastardlydeedshadbeencommittedbyhisdepravedbrothersandlaidtohisdoor,heknewhehadneverdoneacowardlyact。Thatwhichhehadcommittedwhilehewasdrunkheconsideredashavingbeendonebytheliquor,andnotbytheman。Helovedhispower,andhelovedhisname。

  InallGirty\'seventful,ignoblelife,neitherthealienationfromhispeople,thehorrortheyascribedtohispower,northesacrificeofhislifetostandhighamongthesavageraces,noranyofthecrueldeedscommittedwhileatwar,hurthimatitheasmuchasdidthissanctioningthemassacreoftheChristians。

  Althoughhewasavengeful,unscrupulous,evilman,hehadneveractedthecoward。

  HalfKingwaitedlongforGirtytospeak;sinceheremainedsilent,thewilyHuronsuggestedtheytakeavoteonthequestion。

  \"LetusburntheVillageofPeace,driveawaythemissionaries,andtaketheChristiansbacktotheDelawaretowns——allwithoutspillingblood,\"saidGirty,determinedtocarryhispoint,ifpossible。

  \"Isaythesame,\"addedElliott,refusingthewar—clubheldouttohimbyHalfKing。

  \"Me,too,\"votedMcKee,notsodrunkbutthatheunderstoodthelightninglikeglanceGirtyshotathim。

  \"Kill\'emall;killeverybody,\"criedDeeringindrunkenglee。Hetooktheclubandpoundedwithitontheground。

  Piperepeatedhisformerperformance,asalsodidHalfKing,afterwhichhehandedtheblack,knottedsymbolofdeathtoJimGirty。

  ThreehaddeclaredforsavingtheChristians,andthreeforthedeathpenalty。

  SixpairsofburningeyeswerefastenedontheDeaths—head。

  PipeandHalfKingwerecoldlyrelentless;Deeringawoketoabrutalearnestness;McKeeandElliottwatchedwithbatedbreath。Thesemenhadformedthemselvesintoatribunaltodecideonthelifeordeathofmany,andthesituation,ifnotthegreatestintheirlives,certainlywasoneofvitalimportance。

  SimonGirtycursedallthefates。Hedarednotopenlyopposethevoting,andhecouldnot,beforethosecruelbutjustchiefs,trytoinfluencehisbrother\'svote。

  AsJimGirtytookthewar—club,Simonreadinhisbrother\'sfacethedoomoftheconvertedIndiansandhemutteredtohimself:

  \"Nowtremblean\'shrink,allyouChristians!\"

  Jimwasnotinahurry。Slowlyhepoisedthewar—club。Hewasplayingasacatplayswithamouse;hewasgloryinginhispower。Thesilencewasthatofdeath。Itsignifiedthesilenceofdeath。Thewar—clubdescendedwithviolence。

  \"FeedtheChristianstotherbuzzards!\"

  ChapterXXIII。

  \"Ihavebeenherebefore,\"saidJoetoWhisperingWinds。\"Irememberthatvine—coveredstone。WecrawledoverittogetatGirtyandSilvertip。There\'sthelittleknoll;here\'stheveryspotwhereIwashitbyaflyingtomahawk。

  Yes,andthere\'sthespring。Letmesee,whatdidWetzelcallthisspot?\"

  \"BeautifulSpring,\"answeredtheIndiangirl。

  \"That\'sit,andit\'swellnamed。Whatalovelyplace!\"

  Naturehadbeenlavishinthebeautifyingofthisincloseddell。Itwasaboutfiftyyardswide,andnestledamonglittle,woodedknollsandwallsofgray,lichen—coveredstone。Thoughthesunshonebrightlyintotheopening,andtherainhadfreeaccesstothemossyground,nostormywindseverenteredthiswellprotectedglade。

  Joereveledinthebeautyofthescene,evenwhilehewastooweaktostanderect。Hesufferednopainfromhiswound,althoughhehadgraduallygrowndizzy,andfeltasifthegroundwasrisingbeforehim。Hewasgladtolieuponthemossygroundinthelittlecavernunderthecliff。

  Uponexaminationhiswoundwasfoundtohaveopened,andwasbleeding。Hishuntingcoatwassaturatedwithblood。WhisperingWindswashedthecut,anddresseditwithcoolingleaves。ThensherebandagedittightlywithJoe\'slinseyhandkerchiefs,andwhileherestedcomfortableshegatheredbundlesofferns,carryingthemtothelittlecavern。WhenshehadalargequantityoftheseshesatdownnearJoe,andbegantoweavethelongstemsintoakindofscreen。Thefernstalkswerefourfeetlongandhalfafootwide;theseshedeftlylacedtogether,makingbroadscreenswhichwouldservetowardoffthenightdews。Thisdone,shenextbuiltafireplacewithflatstones。Shefoundwildapples,plumsandturnipsontheknollabovetheglade。Thenshecookedstripsofmeatwhichhadbeenbroughtwiththem。Lancegrazedonthelonggrassjustwithouttheglade,andMosecaughttworabbits。WhendarknesssettleddownWhisperingWindscalledthedogwithinthecavern,andhungthescreensbeforetheopening。

  Severaldayspassed。Joerestedquietly,andbegantorecoverstrength。

  Besidestheworkofpreparingtheirmeals,WhisperingWindshadnothingtodosavesitneartheinvalidandamuseorinteresthimsothathewouldnotfretorgrowimpatient,whilehiswoundwashealing。

  Theytalkedabouttheirfutureprospects。AftervisitingtheVillageofPeace,theywouldgotoFortHenry,whereJoecouldfindemployment。Theydweltuponthecabintheywouldbuild,andpassedmanyhappymomentsplanninganewhome。

  Joe\'sloveofthewildernesshadinnowisediminished;butablowonhisheadfromaheavytomahawk,andaviciousstabintheback,hadlessenedhiszealsofarthatheunderstooditwasnotwisetosacrificelifeforthepleasuresofthepathlesswoods。Hecouldhavethelastwithoutthedangerofbeingshotatfrombehindeverytree。HereasonedthatitwouldbebestforhimtotakehiswifetoFortHenry,therefindemployment,anddevotehisleisuretimetoroamingintheforest。

  \"WillthepalefacesbekindtoanIndianwhohaslearnedtolovethem?\"

  WhisperingWindsaskedwistfullyofJoe。

  \"Indeedtheywill,\"answeredJoe,andhetoldherthestoryofIsaacZane;howhetookhisIndianbridehome;howherbeautyandsweetnesssoonwonallthewhitepeople\'slove。\"Itwillbesowithyou,mywife。\"

  \"WhisperingWindsknowssolittle,\"shemurmured。

  \"Why,youarelearningeveryday,andevenifsuchwasnotthecase,youknowenoughforme。\"

  \"WhisperingWindswillbeafraid;shefearsalittletogo。\"

  \"I\'llbegladwhenwecanbeonthemove,\"saidJoe,withhisoldimpatientdesireforaction。\"Howsoon,Winds,canwesetoff?\"

  \"Asmanydays,\"answeredtheIndiangirl,holdingupfivefingers。

  \"Solong?Iwanttoleavethisplace。\"

  \"LeaveBeautifulSpring?\"

  \"Yes,eventhissweetplace。Ithasahorrorforme。I\'llneverforgetthenightIfirstsawthatspringshininginthemoonlight。ItwasrightabovetherockthatIlookedintotheglade。Themoonwasreflectedinthedarkpool,andasIgazedintotheshadowydepthsofthedarkwaterIsuddenlyfeltanunaccountableterror;butIoughtn\'ttohavethesamefeelingnow。Wearesafe,arewenot?\"

  \"Wearesafe,\"murmuredWhisperingWinds。

  \"YetIhavethesamechilloffearwheneverIlookatthebeautifulspring,andatnightasIawaketohearthesoftbabbleofrunningwater,Ifreezeuntilmyheartfeelslikecoldlead。Winds,I\'mnotacoward;butIcan\'thelpthisfeeling。Perhaps,it\'sonlythememoryofthatawfulnightwithWetzel。\"

  \"AnIndianfeelssowhenhepassestohisunmarkedgrave,\"answeredWinds,gazingsolemnlyathim。\"WhisperingWindsdoesnotlikethisfancyofyours。

  LetusleaveBeautifulSpring。Youarealmostwell。Ah!ifWhisperingWindsshouldloseyou!Iloveyou!\"

  \"AndIloveyou,mybeautifulwildflower,\"answeredJoe,strokingthedarkheadsonearhisown。

  Atendersmileshoneonhisface。Heheardaslightnoisewithoutthecave,and,lookingup,sawthatwhichcausedthesmiletofadequickly。

  \"Mose!\"hecalled,sharply。Thedogwasawaychasingrabbits。

  WhisperingWindsglancedoverhershoulderwithastartledcry,whichendedinascream。

  NottwoyardsbehindherstoodJimGirty。

  Hideouswashisfaceinitstriumphantferocity。Heheldalongknifeinhishand,and,snarlinglikeamadwolf,hemadeaforwardlunge。

  Joeraisedhimselfquickly;butalmostbeforehecouldlifthishandindefense,thelongbladewassheathedinhisbreast。

  Slowlyhesankback,hisgrayeyescontractingwiththeoldsteelyflash。Thewilltodowasthere,butthepowerwasgoneforever。

  \"Remember,Girty,murderer!IamWetzel\'sfriend,\"hecried,gazingathisslayerwithunutterablescorn。

  Thenthegrayeyessoftened,andsoughttheblanchedfaceofthestrickenmaiden。

  \"Winds,\"hewhisperedfaintly。

  Shewasasonefrozenwithhorror。

  Thegrayeyesgazedintoherswithlingeringtenderness;thenthefilmofdeathcameuponthem。

  Therenegaderaisedhisbloodyknife,andbentovertheprostrateform。

  WhisperingWindsthrewherselfuponGirtywiththeblindfuryofamaddenedlioness。Cursingfiercely,hestabbedheronce,twice,threetimes。Shefellacrossthebodyofherlover,andclaspeditconvulsively。

  Girtygaveoneglanceathisvictims;deliberatelywipedthegoryknifeonWind\'sleggins,and,withanotherglance,hurriedandfearful,aroundtheglade,heplungedintothethicket。

  Anhourpassed。Adarkstreamcreptfromthequietfigurestowardthespring。

  Itdyedthemossandthegreenvioletleaves。Slowlyitwounditswaytotheclearwater,drippingbetweenthepaleblueflowers。Thelittlefallbelowthespringwasnolongersnowywhite;bloodhadtingeditred。

  Adogcameboundingintotheglade。Heleapedthebrook,hesitatedonthebank,andloweredhisnosetosniffatthewater。Heboundedupthebanktothecavern。

  Along,mournfulhowlbrokethewilderness\'squiet。

  Anotherhourpassed。Thebirdsweresilent;theinsectsstill。Thesunsankbehindthetrees,andtheshadesofeveninggathered。

  Thefernsontheothersideofthegladetrembled。Aslightrustleofdeadleavesdisturbedthestillness。Thedogwhined,thenbarked。Thetallformofahunterroseoutofthethicket,andsteppedintothegladewithhiseyesbentuponmoccasintracksinthesoftmoss。

  Thetrailhehadbeenfollowingledhimtothisbloodyspring。

  \"Imighthevknowedit,\"hemuttered。

  Wetzel,foritwashe,leaneduponhislongriflewhilehiskeeneyestookinthedetailsofthetragedy。Thewhiningdog,thebloodywater,themotionlessfigureslyinginalastembrace,toldthesadstory。

  \"Joean\'Winds,\"hemuttered。

  OnlyamomentdidheremainlostinsadreflectionAfamiliarmoccasin—printinthesandonthebankpointedwestward。Heexamineditcarefully。

  \"Twohoursgone,\"hemuttered。\"Imightovertakehim。\"

  Thenhismotionsbecameswift。Withtwoblowsofhistomahawkhesecuredalongpieceofgrapevine。Hetookaheavystonefromthebedofthebrook。HecarriedJoetothespring,and,returningforWinds,placedherbesideherlover。Thisdone,hetiedoneendofthegrapevinearoundthestone,andwoundtheotheraboutthedeadbodies。

  Hepushedthemoffthebankintothespring。Astheloverssankintothedeeppooltheyturned,exposingfirstWinds\'sadface,andthenJoe\'s。Thentheysankoutofsight。Littlewavessplashedontheshoreofthepool;therippledisappeared,andthesurfaceofthespringbecametranquil。

  Wetzelstoodonemomentoverthewaterygraveofthemaidenwhohadsavedhim,andtheboywhohadlovedhim。Inthegatheringgloomhisstalwartformassumedgiganticproportions,andwhenheraisedhislongarmandshookhisclenchedfisttowardthewest,heresembledamagnificentstatueofdarkmenace。

  Withasingleboundheclearedthepool,andthenspedoutoftheglade。HeurgedthedogonGirty\'strail,andfollowedtheeagerbeasttowardthewest。

  Ashedisappeared,along,lowsoundlikethesighofthenightwindswelledandmoanedthroughthegloom。

  ChapterXXIV。

  Whenthefirstruddyraysoftherisingsuncrimsonedtheeasternsky,WetzelslowlywoundhiswaydownaruggedhillfarwestofBeautifulSpring。Awhitedog,wearyandfootsore,limpedbyhisside。Bothmanandbeastshowedevidenceofsevereexertion。

  Thehunterstoppedinalittlecaveunderaprojectingstone,and,layingasidehisrifle,begantogathertwigsandsticks。Hewasparticularaboutselectingthewood,andthrewasidemanypieceswhichwouldhaveburnedwell;

  butwhenhedidkindleaflameitblazedhotly,yetmadenosmoke。

  Hesharpenedagreenstick,and,takingsomestripsofmeatfromhispocket,roastedthemoverthehotflame。Hefedthedogfirst。Mosehadcrouchedcloseonthegroundwithhisheadonhispaws,andhisbrowneyesfasteneduponthehunter。

  \"Hehadtoobigastartferus,\"saidWetzel,speakingasifthedogwerehuman。ItseemedthatWetzel\'swordswereaprotestagainstthemeaninginthoselarge,sadeyes。

  Thenthehunterputoutthefire,and,searchingforamoresecludedspot,finallyfoundoneontopoftheledge,wherehecommandedagoodviewofhissurroundings。Thewearydogwasasleep。Wetzelsettledhimselftorest,andwassoonwrappedinslumber。

  Aboutnoonheawoke。Hearose,stretchedhislimbs,andthentookaneasypositiononthefrontoftheledge,wherehecouldlookbelow。Evidentlythehunterwaswaitingforsomething。Thedogslepton。Itwasthenoondayhour,whenthestillnessoftheforestalmostmatchedthatofmidnight。Thebirdsweremorequietthanatanyothertimeduringdaylight。

  Wetzelreclinedtherewithhisheadagainstthestone,andhisriflerestingacrosshisknees。

  Helistenednowtothesoundsoftheforest。Thesoftbreezeflutteringamongtheleaves,therain—callofthetreefrog,thecawofcrowsfromdistanthilltops,thesweetsongsofthethrushandoriole,wereblendedtogethernaturally,harmoniously。

  Butsuddenlythehunterraisedhishead。Anote,deeperthantheothers,alittletoostrong,camefromfardowntheshadedhollow。ToWetzel\'strainedearitwasadiscord。Hemanifestednomorethanthisattention,forthebirdcallwasthesignalhehadbeenawaiting。Hewhistledanoteinanswerthatwasasdeepandclearastheonewhichhadrousedhim。

  Momentspassed。Therewasnorepetitionofthesound。Thesongsoftheotherbirdshadceased。BesidesWetzeltherewasanotherintruderinthewoods。

  Moseliftedhisshaggyheadandgrowled。Thehunterpattedthedog。Inafewminutesthefigureofatallmanappearedamongthelaurelsdowntheslope。Hestoppedwhilegazingupattheledge。Then,withnoiselessstep,heascendedtheridge,climbedtherockyledge,andturnedthecornerofthestonetofaceWetzel。ThenewcomerwasJonathanZane。

  \"Jack,Iexpectedyouaforethis,\"wasWetzel\'sgreeting。

  \"Icouldn\'tmakeitsooner,\"answeredZane。\"AfterweleftWilliamsonandseparated,Igotturnedaroundbyabandofseveralhundredredskinsmakin\'

  fortheVillageofPeace。Iwentbackagain,butcouldn\'tfindanysignofthetrailwe\'rehuntin\'。ThenImakesforthismeetin\'place。I\'vebeengoin\'forsometenhours,andamhungry。\"

  \"I\'vegotsomebarreadycooked,\"saidWetzel,handingZaneseveralstripsofmeat。

  \"Whatluckdidyouhave?\"

  \"IfoundGirty\'strail,anoldone,overheresomeeighteenortwentymiles,an\'folleredituntilIwentalmostintotheDelawaretown。Itledtoahutinadeepravine。Iain\'toftensurprised,butIwusthen。Ifoundthedeadbodyofthatgirl,KateWells,wefetchedoverfromFortHenry。Thet\'ssad,butitain\'tthesurprisin\'part。IalsofoundSilvertip,theShawneeI\'vebeenlookin\'fer。Hewasallknockedan\'cutup,deader\'nastone。There\'dbeensomethin\'ofascrapinthehut。IcalkilateGirtymurderedKate,butI

  couldn\'tthinkthenwhodidferSilver,thoughIallowedtherenegademighthevdonethet,too。Iwatchedroundan\'seenGirtycomebacktothehut。HehadtenInjunswithhim,an\'presentlytheyallmadeferthewest。Itrailedthem,butdidn\'tcalkilateit\'dbewisetotacklethebunchsingle—handed,solaidback。AmileorsofromthehutIcameacrosshosstracksminglin\'withthemoccasin—prints。AboutfifteenmileorfromtheDelawaretown,Girtylefthisbuckskins,an\'theywentwest,whilehestucktothehosstracks。Iwasontohisgameinaminute。IcutacrosscountryferBeautifulSpring,butI

  gottheretoolate。IfoundthewarmbodiesofJoeandthetInjungirl,Winds。

  Thesnakehedmurderedthem。\"

  \"IallowJoewonoverWinds,gotawayfromtheDelawaretownwithher,triedtorescueKate,andkilledSilverinthefight。Girtyprobablywassurprised,an\'runafterhehadknifedthegirl。\"

  \"\'Pearssotome。Joehadtwoknifecuts,an\'onewasanoldwound。\"

  \"Yousayitwasabadfight?\"

  \"Musthevbeen。Thehutwasallknockedin,an\'stuffscatteredabout。Wal,Joecouldgosomeifheonctgotstarted。\"

  \"I\'llbethecould。HewasthelikeliestladI\'veseenformanyaday。\"

  \"Ifhe\'dlasted,he\'dbeensomethin\'ofahunteran\'fighter。\"

  \"Toobad。ButLord!youcouldn\'tkeephimdown,nomorethanyoucanlotsofthesewildyoungchapsthatdriftouthere。\"

  \"I\'llallowhehadthefeverbad。\"

  \"Didyouhevtimetoburythem?\"

  \"Ihedn\'ttimefermuch。Isunktheminthespring。\"

  \"It\'saprettydeephole,\"saidZane,reflectively。\"Then,youandthedogtookGirty\'strail,butcouldn\'tcatchupwithhim。He\'snowwiththerenegadecutthroatsandhundredsofriledIndiansoverthereintheVillageofPeace。\"

  \"Ireckonyou\'reright。\"

  Alongsilenceensued,。Jonathanfinishedhissimplerepast,drankfromthelittlespringthattrickledunderthestone,and,sittingdownbythedog,smoothedouthislongsilkenhair。

  \"Lew,we\'reprettygoodfriends,ain\'twe?\"heasked,thoughtfully。

  \"Jack,youan\'thecolonelareallthefriendsIeverhed,\'ceptin\'thatboylyin\'quietbackthereinthewoods。\"

  \"Iknowyouprettywell,andain\'tsayin\'awordaboutyourrunnin\'offfrommeonmanyahunt,butIwanttospeakplainaboutthisfellowGirty。\"

  \"Wal?\"saidWetzel,asZanehesitated。

  \"TwiceinthelastfewyearsyouandIhavehaditinforthesamemen,bothwhite—liveredtraitors。Youremember?FirstitwasMiller,whotriedtoruinmysisterBetty,andnextitwasJimGirty,whomurderedouroldfriend,asgoodanoldmanaseverworemoccasins。Wal,afterMillerranofffromthefort,wetrailedhimdowntotheriver,andIpointsacrossandsays,\'Youorme?\'andyousays,\'Me。\'YouwasBetty\'sfriend,andIknewshe\'dbeavenged。

  Millerislyin\'quietinthewoods,andvioletshaveblossomedtwiceoverhisgrave,thoughyouneversaidaword;butIknowit\'struebecauseIknowyou。\"

  Zanelookedeagerlyintothedarkfaceofhisfriend,hopingperhapstogetsomeverbalassurancetherethathisbeliefwastrue。ButWetzeldidnotspeak,andhecontinued:

  \"Anotherdaynotsolongagowebothlookeddownatanoldfriend,andsawhiswhitehairmattedwithblood。He\'dbeenmurderedfornothin\'。AgainyouandmetrailedacowardandfoundhimtobeJimGirty。Iknewyou\'dbeenhuntin\'

  himforyears,andsoIsays,\'Lew,youorme?\'andyousays,\'Me。\'\"Igiveintoyou,forIknewyou\'reabettermanthanme,andbecauseIwantedyoutohavethesatisfaction。Wal,themonthshavegoneby,andJimGirty\'sstilllivin\'andcarryin\'on。Nowhe\'soverthereafterthempoorpreachers。Iain\'tsayin\',Lew,thatyouhaven\'tmoreaginhimthanme,butIdosay,letmeinonitwithyou。Healwayshasagangofredskinswithhim;he\'safraidtotravelalone,elseyou\'dhadhimlongago。Twoofus\'llhavemorechancetogethim。Letmegowithyou。Whenitcomestoafinish,I\'llstandasidewhileyougiveittohim。I\'denjoyseein\'youcuthimfromshouldertohip。AfterheleavestheVillageofPeacewe\'llhithistrail,camponit,andsticktoituntilitendsinhisgrave。\"

  Theearnestvoiceofthebackwoodsmanceased。Bothmenroseandstoodfacingeachother。Zane\'sbronzedfacewashardandtense,expressiveofanindomitablewill;Wetzel\'swascoldlydark,withfatefulresolve,asifhisdecreeofvengeance,oncegiven,wasasimmutableasdestiny。Thebig,hornyhandsgrippedinaviselikeclaspbornoffiercepassion,butnowordwasspoken。

  Fartothewestsomewhere,abefrilledanddedizenedrenegadepursuedthewildtenorofhisways;perhaps,evennowsteepinghissoulinmorecrime,orstaininghishandsadeeperred,butsleepingorwaking,hedreamednotofthisdeadlycompactthatmeanthisdoom。

  Thetwohuntersturnedtheirsternfacestowardthewest,andpassedsilentlydowntheridgeintothedepthsoftheforest。Darknessfoundthemwithinrifle—shotoftheVillageofPeace。Withthedogcreepingbetweenthem,theycrawledtoapositionwhichwould,indaylight,commandaviewoftheclearing。Then,whileonestoodguard,theotherslept。

  Whenmorningdawnedtheyshiftedtheirpositiontothetopofalow,fern—coveredcliff,fromwhichtheycouldseeeverymovementinthevillage。

  Allthemorningtheywatchedwiththatwonderfulpatienceofmenwhoknewhowtowait。Thevisitingsavageswerequiet,themissionariesmovedaboutinandoutoftheshopsandcabins;theChristianindiansworkedindustriouslyinthefields,whiletherenegadeslolledbeforeaprominentteepee。

  \"Thisquietlooksbad,\"whisperedJonathantoWetzel。Noshoutswereheard;

  notahostileIndianwasseentomove。

  \"They\'vecometoadecision,\"whisperedJonathan,andWetzelansweredhim:

  \"Iftheyhev,theChristiansdon\'tknowit。\"

  Anhourlaterthedeeppealingofthechurchbellbrokethesilence。TheentirebandofChristianIndiansgatherednearthelargelogstructure,andthenmarchedinorderlyformtowardthemaplegrovewheretheservicewasalwaysheldinpleasantweather。ThismovementbroughttheIndianswithinseveralhundredyardsofthecliffwhereZaneandWetzellayconcealed。

  \"There\'sHeckewelderwalkingwitholdmanWells,\"whisperedJonathan。\"There\'sYoungandEdwards,and,yes,there\'stheyoungmissionary,brotherofJoe。

  \'Pearstomethey\'refoolishtoholdserviceinthefaceofallthoseriledInjuns。\"

  \"Wuss\'nfoolish,\"answeredWetzel。

  \"Look!Bygum!AsI\'malivin\'sinnertherecomesthewholecrowdofhostileredskins。They\'vegottheirguns,and——byGum!they\'repainted。Looksbad,bad!Notmuchfriendlinessaboutthatbunch!\"

  \"Theyain\'tintendin\'tobepeaceable。\"

  \"Bygum!You\'reright。Thereain\'toneofthemsettin\'down。\'PearstomeI

  knowsomeofthemredskins。There\'sPipe,sureenough,andKotoxen。Bygum!

  Ifthereain\'tShingiss;hewasfriendlyonce。\"

  \"Noneofthem\'sfriendly。\"

  \"Look!Lew,look!RightbehindPipe。Seethatlongwar—bonnet。AsI\'mabornsinner,that\'syouroldfriend,Wingenund。\'Pearstomewe\'veroundedupallouracquaintances。\"

  Thetwobordermenlaycloseunderthetallfernsandwatchedtheproceedingswithsharpeyes。TheysawtheconvertedIndiansseatthemselvesbeforetheplatform。ThecrowdofhostileIndianssurroundedthegladeonallsides,excepton,which,singularlyenough,wasnexttothewoods。

  \"Lookthar!\"exclaimedWetzel,underhisbreath。Hepointedofftotherightofthemapleglade。Jonathangazedinthedirectionindicated,andsawtwosavagesstealthilyslippingthroughthebushes,andbehindtrees。Presentlythesesuspiciousactingspies,orscouts,stoppedonalittleknollperhapsanhundredyardsfromtheglade。

  Wetzelgroaned。

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