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v By SAMUEL McCOY 'r* ..... . (Copyright, 1916, by Bobbs-Merrill Co.) Recounting the adventures and love which came into the lives of David Larrence and Antoinette O Bann on, in the days when pioneers were fighting red savages in the Indiana wilderness And now David goes through the Valley of the Shadow worse than death, for his pursuit of the Indians who have captured and carried away the beloved 'Toinette is stopped in the forest depths by an event of tragic importance. How he saves himself and his friend and why hope of rescuing the girl comes to him, is told in this installment. Tragedy has followed David relentlessly. His father was hanged for rioting in England. He came to Corydon settlement to kill an ene rny; instead, he made friends, learned to love 'Toinette O'Bannon, fell in with Cranmer, the British spy, by accident, was accused of treason himself and heartbroken, left the settlement because the girl asked proof of his innocence. Soon after he settled at Vincennes, his old friend, Ike Blackford, rode madly in with the news that 'Toinette had b«en abducted by Indians. He and Blackford set forth to intercept the kidnapers. Ike fell sick in the forest. CHAPTER XI—-Continued. When David reached his side his eyes were closed. Frantically he scooped up handful after handful of water from the nearest pool, dashed it in his face, then fell to rubbing his wrists and temples. And at last Ike moved feebly, lifted himself on his el 'bow and looked about with unseeing eyes. He tried to rise farther, and toppled over again, moaning. David's heart sank at the situation. He found a sheltered spot in which to ibulld a fire, and labored with flint and steel till he succeeded in coaxing a blaze to live in the dry chips and tin der he found in a hollow tree. He lifted Ike in his arms, exerting all his strength, and bore him to the spot. , Blackford was now unconscious, breathing with stertorous grunts that aeemed to leave him weaker and weak er. But there was nothing that David could do, and having eaten his bit of venison, he sat through the night with his eyes fixed on the face of the sick .man, lying in the faint and wavering light of the little campfire, while the black shadows of the forest closed them in relentlessly. At dawn Ike seemed to be Bleeping more naturally. The Wabash must lie within a few miles to the west; there was the barest possibility that he might come on some adventurous trapper there, floating down the stream with his load of pelts, who would lend succor. David took off his hunting shirt, hid It, together with his rifle and powder horn, within the hol low tree, tightened his belt and his moccasins, and set off unhampered. A hundred yards and be was lost to sight in the forest. An hour passed. The sick man stirred in his feverish sleep, raised himself up, and stared wildly about him. He rose to his knees weakly, caught sight of a leafy bough nodding in the breeze and waved his hand at It in answer. "Hello, Jack," he called feebly. "How's New York? Glad to see you— come down on the coach?" He staggered to his feet and tot tered about the grass, shaking hands with imaginary friends. Another train of memory stirred in bis delirious brain sod he began pleading a cause— argued, blustered, entreated, stormed; and only the multitudinous Jury of the trees heard and mocked him with their silence. A naked, copper-colored figure glid ed noiselessly through the under growth and crawled like a serpent toward the gesticulating madman. From behind a fallen log its glittering, evil eyes watched the drunken stag ger! ngs of the tick man and glanced murderously along the barrel of a Brit ish musket The gun came to a rest over Ike's heart; the red finger on [the trigger was about to tighten, when ■suddenly Ike drew himself to bis full [height and began singing in his clear tenor: Cheer, cheer, you shall not grieve, A soldier true you'll find me! Ah. non, non, non, pauvre Madelon Would go with you ..., The ambushed weapon sank again uncertainly; into the glittering eyes came a puzzled look; and then the hidden savage rose with a grunt of understanding and strode fearlessly with lowered gun up to the singer's side. "Howl" came the guttural saluta eyes of the white man looked full at him without a ray of compre hension in their wild stare. A mo ntent only Blackford paused, and then, turning his shoulder carelessly on the warrior, resumed his song. The Indian nodded understanding^. "Ugh!" be grunted. "White man big Manitou ! Make big medicine !" He glided oft again into the forest as noiselessly as he came; and for a while only the chattering of the squir rels and the notes of birds broke the stillness overhead. Ike had sunk to the ground. And then, one by one, there stole into the glade six naked savages, their cheeks hideously daubed with red and yellow ocher, their war bonnets nodding over their heads. The one who had first discovered Ike pointed to the figure on the grass. "Big medicine," he grunted ; "no hurt." They passed on to the north, in single file. Behind them came the other two of the party, leading be tween them a girl whose face was stained with weeping, whôse dress was torn and muddy with the march, whose knees faltered beneath her. But relentlessly the march kept on; and tbit sink man, raising his head weak ly from the ground, looked in the face of Toinette and knew her not. CHAPTER XII. "Yankee Doodle Dandy." As the end of the hurrying file of savages vanished into the woods David stole back toward the glade where Ike lay. He had gone but three miles on his quest for help when his anxiety for Ike's safety had overcome him and he turned back. He had nearly reached the spot when he caught sight of the last two warriors of the party, and Toinette between them; and even as his blood stopped in his veins at the vision, the two warriors overtook the advance guard and disappeared from view among the trees. The blood pounded wildly in Da vid's temples, and like a madman he rushed to the side of the delirious man. "Ike !" he whispered hoarsely ; "Toi nette !—didn't you see them pass?" But Blackford only moaned pite ously; and David sank to his knees, and, as gently as a woman, bathed the parched forehead of the unconscious man. As he watched Blackford, a su (L Altai) VAUnr/Mf A Naked, Copper-Colored Figure Glid ed Noieeleesly Through the Under growth and Crawled Like a Serpent Toward the Madman. perhuman force seemed dragging him away to rush after the vanished war party; but as often as he rose fren ziedly to his feet, the utter folly of attempting Toinette'a rescue alone pulled him down ; and at last he forced himself to turn his back on his last hope and to bow his head to the duty nearest at hand. Through the long nights his lonely vigils were spent in brooding over the past By day he scoured the woods for food, finding a wealth of purple clusters of the wild fox-grape, vitis labrusca, the muscadine; sometimes, seeing the busy cloud of wild bees swarming high overhead, he smeared his face and hands with wet clay, climbed laboriously to their strong hold, and rifled their rich masses of dripping honey; sometimes finding a store of nuts, forgotten by the chat tering squirrels; sometimes succeed ing in bringing down a black grouse as it drummed and strutted on a res onant log. Thus eking out their scanty store of dried venison, he kept life in Blackford's body through twelve days of agonized watching. And at last the fever and the stab bing pain in Ike's side vanished under the b eefin g of the forest. There came a day when David, gaunt and weak from starvation, bent over Ike and felt the hot tears welling up unconsciously; and even as he watched, Ike's eyes opened and looked up at him with all delirium gone. "Hello, David," he said weakly, "is the rain over?" "Yes," was the Joyous answer, "thank God. the rain's over now !" Ike lay for a while In silence before he spoke again: "Time we're going on, Isn't it?" He tried to rise. "Why, what makes me so weak David?" "You've been sick a long while, son ; easy now, easy!" The tale of his long delirium was <me which Ike heard In wonder. His sickness had left him like a little ehtld, and he cried in sheer gratitude as he ; realized vvbat David had done for him. David saw that Ike remembered nothing of the passage of the war party; and he said nothing of it to Ike, fearing that Blackford would blame himself for Toinette's loss. They agreed, with hearts Inexpress ibly heavy, that the delay had driven the test gleam of hope from the pur suit; and as soon as Ike was able to stand they began again to seek the river to the west. Onward they pressed, with infinite toil, Ike's hand clinging to David's shoulder. Again and again they were forced to rest ; and as the sun began its down ward journey they had traversed five miles only. They had reached a place where the forest grew thinner and the long rushes rose above their heads; the pathless home of Innumerable wa terfowl. Ike fell heavily upon the marshy ground, crashing through the dry reeds. David lifted Ike's head in terror. He had not lost consciousness ; an unendurable fatigue possessed him, but his eyes burned with unconquer able resolve. "I'll be all right in a moment, Davy," he gasped. "It's only—listen, what's that sound?" He staggered to his feet and David held his breath. Then he shook his head. "I hear nothing but the blackbirds, Ike." "No ! listen, Davy, the fifes, the fifes!" David felt an awful fear sweep through him. Had the strain been too much for Ike's exhausted body? Was the delirium to return once more? He began to speak soothingly. But Ike held up his hand for silence, "Listen, Davy, the fifes ! They're playing 'Yankee Doodle!' And, oh, Davy, you can hear the drums now!" David strained in an agony of listen ing. A breeze rustled the tops of the marsh grass, and suddenly upon the wind he heard the unmistakable sound of a marching quickstep, the shrill mu sic of the fifes, the rumble ,of the drums. They threw their arms around each other's necks and shouted with all their strength. Waited . . . shout ed again ... an answering halloa Came faintly to their ears, and with a cry of Joy they forced themselves on. With a last effort they burst through the reeds and found the broad flood of the Wabash at their feet ; and flying swiftly toward them a canoe driven by the brawny muscles of two white men. " 'Cre nom !" ejaculated the figure In the bow as the canoe ran up the reedy bank. "Les hommes fous qui pour suivant la fille de Corydon !" Toussaint Dubois, the captain of the guides, had small respect for foolhar diness. But the second occupant of the canoe recognized the two adven turers with a cry of thankfulness and flung his arms around them. "Get in the canoe quick," he said, "no tellin' what pesky devils thar is hereabouts.' "Thank God you found us, Hogue! cried David as they obeyed his com mand and the light craft shot out again over the water. The man had served with Hargrove, captain of the company in which David had enlisted, "Are you carrying messages to the Prophet? What were those fifes we heard?" "The musicians at the fort," said Hogue. 'The fort?" repeated David blankly, "Where are we?" "Ye're on the Wabash, sixty miles north of the Old Post." "But there's no fort on the Wabash,' «aid Blackford wonderingly. "Th* buildln' on it's Jist begun," an swered Hogue ; "th' army gut here yis tiddy." "The army !" Ike and David ex claimed together, "In course ye didn't know—lef Vin cennes, horse and foot, nigh to a thou sand on us, seven days ago. Will Harrison's a-commandin' and Dubois and I air a-scoutln' around the bresh." "Then Tecumseh has chosen war?" "Tecumsy'8 still south," said the backwoodsman grimly. "Old Horse head Gibson and Harrison figger thet he's up t* devilment weth the Creeks an' we'uns air a-goln' t' skeer the Prophet into a shakin' ague before Te cumsy hes a chance t' git back." Dubois grunted in assent "By gar, thees Harrison he strake queeck lak panthere !" "You came Just In time," said David weakly. Silently he stumbled along at the heels of Hogue and Dubois, as they bore Ike's limp body between them toward the clearing in the forest on the east bank of the river; and when the men of his company ran out to meet them their cheers rang strangely distant in his ears. But food and rest soon brought back his strength ; and Ike, too, gained rap idly under the clear skies of October. All the month was spent in completing the log fortification, and then, leaving it as a base with a handful of men, the column took up its course once more toward the Prophet's town at Tippecanoe, The sick, Blackford among the number, were left at Fort Harrison to spare them the onward march. David again entered Captain Har grove's company. Among the cold ashes of his hopes one gleam still per sisted: he might yet find Toinette at the Prophet's town. Indeed, that was A , i" the one place where she had probably been taken. They advanced warily. The regular troops, under Colonel Boyd, headed the little column ; the militia followed ; Spier Spencer's "Yellow Jackets" trot ted at the left, the Vincennes horse men at the right ; Jo Daviess' Ken tucky dragoons brought up the rear. The boats conveying the supplies were left at a blockhouse hastily con structed at a point 25 miles north of Fort Harrison ; and at noon of Novem ber 6 they came into view of the hun dreds of tepees which made up the Prophet's town. Less than one thou sand strong, they had ventured to the Indian stronghold, where 2,000 braves were assembled ; all along their march they had been exposed to attack ; and now, as they marched resolutely for ward, the red warriors began to pour out like angry bees from a hive. The column halted and a parley took place. Angrily the Indians inquired the meaning of the army's advance— did they intend to attack? Harrison shook his head ; he wished merely to encamp that night and to confer with the Prophet in the morning; there should be no hostilities. The chiefs grunted, pacified, and the army, wheel ing a mile to the northwest, made camp upon a wooded plateau, along whose abrupt declivity on the west there ran a little çreek, called Tippe canoe. The regular troops pitched their tents; the militia, shivering in the raw November dusk, without tents, were forced to build great fires, around which they huddled upon their arms. A rain began falling; and the night, cheerless, bitterly cold, shrouding in blackness whatever advance the sav ages might make, closed in on them. In to ty " CHAPTER XIII. In the House of the Prophet. The red warriors who had glided past Blackford's delirious eyes dragged with them a girl who called piteously for help. "Ike, Ike, don't you know me?" she screamed, and was answered only by the mocking silences of the woods. Northward she struggled, driven by her captors; and all around she saw the unpitying children of the wood. Down to the edge of the rivers came the dark majesty of the forest. Be low struggled the green galaxy of bush and shrub; and above, towering beeches, clean-boled, smooth, gray, rearing their clouds of delicate leaf ery ; sycamores, whose massive pil lars gleamed white through the dusky aisles; superb cottonwoods, bearing with proud lightness their weight of ever-trembling leaves ; colossal oaks, like Atlas lifting up green worlds of foliage; and, king of all, the Ameri can liriodendron—the tulip tree—its branches a stupendous dome of majes tic beauty, over which, in May, it cast the miraculous loveliness of its waxen blossoms. By day Toinette saw at times the milder people of the woods, crouched in the night encampments, she lis tened with beating heart to the ter rible scream of the cougar, the tawny demon of the wood, or trembled in ap prehension of those other human, more dreadful demons, her captors. *••***• Noon of the sixth day of November. A fire of twigs filled the tepee with an acrid smoke and rendered the cold but little less damp. On the pile of skins upon the frozen ground were three figures, two men and a woman. Both men wore the leathern dress and moccasins of the Indian, but in spite of his dress and darkly tanned face, It could be seen that one was white. The woman wore what had once been a dress such as swept the garden walks of Versailles; but it was now no more than a torn and muddy rag, her naked shoulders scratched and torn by branch and brier and blue with cold. The white man tossed a buffalo robe toward the r % % * Di Alite) rAUMWK'-i "Listen, Davy, the Fites!" girl and motioned her to cover her shoulders with it, leering ingratiating ly while the Indian scowled. His high, swarthy cheekbones were framed by braids of coarse black hair, plentifully smeared with bear's grease and adorned by the feathers of the hawk and eagle; one of his eyes was gone, the brows contracting over a slit that showed a blood-red cavity; I but the other burned with a hypnotic I intensity. His heavy Ups muttered an Incantation. He was Elfcskatawa, ths Prophet. "There'll be a brick house for yon In Malden, my dear," said the white man pleasantly. "With a black boy to build a fire for you every morning, while you're still snug in bed. Hap pen you'll remember poor Simon Gir ty then, freezin' out in the woods with *he Injun devils, rot them !" Ue glanced at Elkskatawa as if afrjdd that the Indian might have understood his last words. "You'll not forget the man as was kind to you then, will ye?" Toinette shuddered at his tone and was silent. "Oh. I'll see thet ye git to Malden, all safe, my beauty," he went on, re assured by the Prophet's apathy. " 'Tis a tine, handsome man thet's y % 3>*AiTorJ of a "He'll Pay Many a Goldpiece for Ye, My Dear." waiting fur ye thar—a purty red coat, he w'ars, and a tossel o' gold on each shoulder—purty ez a king. He'll pay many a goldpiece fur ye, my dear . An' ye'll be wuth 'em all," he giggled evilly. Toinette looked at him as a fright ened bird looks at a snake, unable to move; a tear stole from beneath her lashes and rolled down her wasted cheek. "Suppose ye talk a bit to me— thar's a good gal. Come, what's yer name? Tight-mouthed still, are ye? Ye'll beg to speak 'fore I'm done with ye !" The flaps of the deerskin tent were drawn aside and the painted face of a warrior was thrust in. He was drip ping with sweat though the day was chilly, and his words were hurried. Toinette strove in vain to catch an English word among the torrent of Delaware, but none came ; she guessed from the startled grunts from Elkska tawa and the oath that fell from Glr* ty's lips that the message was of seri ous portent. Girty, casting a glance over his shoulder, saw the girl's in tense gaze fixed upon them, and laughed sneeringly. 'Here's some news fur ye—thet fine young man of yours hes hed his scalp lifted, he, he, he ! Some o' the young Pottawattamies met up wl' him wan derin' 'long lost into the woods as ef he thought he was in Phlladelphy." Toinette whitened. The braves who had brought her into the village of the Prophet had told Girty, doubtless, that she had recognized the sick man in the woods. Had another scout ing party found Ike and killed him? She could not know ; Girty, seeing her blanch at his random thrust, giggled in triumph. The news which the run ner had brought was that the army of whites was within a few miles. The consultation between the Prophet and the renegade went on in guttural whispers. Toinette began to wonder why the news of the capture of a single white man- should cause so prolonged a discussion. Sounds of unusual activity in the village be gan to reach her—a constant patter of moccasined feet, hurrying by the tent, the occasional wailing of squaw, quickly hushed by an angry command, the barking of the mangy Indian dogs—an unmistakable restless ness in the whole camp. There fell on her ear the faint sound of drums—distant, measured unlike the irregular beating of the drums of the savage. Nearer and nearer it came, steady, unmistakable and then, her heart at first refusing to believe her ears, the shrill and reckless music of the fifes! She be gan to thrill with hope In every nerve; and with an inarticulate sob of joy she rose to her knees. The In dian and the renegade looked up sharply as she started up; and with a cruelty that stunned her, Girty laughed in her face. "He, he, he !" Thet hain't any friends o' yourn, my dear! 'Tis company o' Proctor's Redcoats from Malden—they'll make ye a fine body guard to take ye 'crost to Ganady, He, he, he ! Ye thought 'twas some o the boys from Corydon! It's a shame t' disappoint ye so. But if ye don' wish fur t' go weth the king's sogers, ye're not obleeged to. Why don't ye go weth Simon Girty, instead?" What is your guess about 'Toinette'8 rescue? 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