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If you -are not located in the United States, you will have to check the laws of the -country where you are located before using this eBook. -</div> - -<p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Title: The Wolf Queen</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:0;'>or, The Giant Hermit of the Scioto</p> - -<div style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:1em; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Charles Howard</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: June 22, 2021 [eBook #65667]</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin:1em 0'>Character set encoding: UTF-8</div> - -<div style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Produced by: David Edwards, Susan Carr and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (Northern Illinois University Digital Library at http://digital.lib.niu.edu/)</div> - -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE WOLF QUEEN ***</div> - -<div class="figcenter illowp47" id="cover" style="max-width: 62.5em;"> - <img class="w100" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="" /> -</div> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<h1 class="pg-brk"><span class="fs70">THE</span><br /> -WOLF QUEEN,<br /> -<span class="fs40">OR,</span><br /> -<span class="fs60">THE GIANT HERMIT OF THE SCIOTO.</span></h1> - -<p class="pfs120">BY CAPT. CHARLES HOWARD,</p> - -<p class="pfs90"><span class="smcap">Author of “The Elk King,” (Pocket Novel No. 45.)</span></p> - -<hr class="r20 x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<p class="pfs100 p4">NEW YORK:<br /> -<span class="fs120">BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS,</span><br /> -<span class="fs70">98 WILLIAM STREET.</span></p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<p class="pfs90 p10 pb10 pg-brk">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by<br /> -<span class="gesperrt">FRANK STARR & CO.,</span><br /> -In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2> -</div> - -<table class="autotable fs80" width="70%" summary=""> -<tr> -<td class="tdr"></td> -<td class="tdlx"></td> -<td class="tdr fs80">PAGE</td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">I.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE RIVER COMBAT.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">9</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">II.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE HERMIT AND HIS CAVE.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">12</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">III.</td> -<td class="tdlx">JIM GIRTY AND HIS PRISONER.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">18</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">IV.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE EVENTS OF THAT NIGHT.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">22</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">V.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH-SHOTS.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">27</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">VI.</td> -<td class="tdlx">OUT OF THE CAVE TO DOOM.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">31</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">VII.</td> -<td class="tdlx">ALASKA IN HER FRENZY.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">36</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">VIII.</td> -<td class="tdlx">JIM GIRTY TRIUMPHS.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">40</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">IX.</td> -<td class="tdlx">ONE OF ALASKA’S WHIMS.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">45</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">X.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE FATE OF WELL-LAID PLANS.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">50</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XI.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE MOLES ON THE SHOULDER.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">56</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XII.</td> -<td class="tdlx">NOT YET! NOT YET!</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">60</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XIII.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE BAFFLED RENEGADE.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">66</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XIV.</td> -<td class="tdlx">SQUAW VENGEANCE, AND SQUAW RAGE.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">71</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XV.</td> -<td class="tdlx">A LEAF FROM THE HERMIT’S LIFE.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">75</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XVI.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE KING OF THE WOLVES.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">78</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XVII.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE CONFERENCE ON THE KNOLL.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">80</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XVIII.</td> -<td class="tdlx">SIMON GIRTY IN HIS WAR-PAINT.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">82</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XIX.</td> -<td class="tdlx">A CHANGE IN AFFAIRS.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">85</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XX.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE BLOODY MEETING.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XX">89</a></td> -</tr> -<tr> -<td class="tdr">XXI.</td> -<td class="tdlx">THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS.</td> -<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI">94</a></td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span></p> - -<p class="pfs150">THE WOLF-QUEEN;</p> -<p class="pfs80">OR,</p> -<p class="pfs135">THE GIANT HERMIT OF THE SCIOTO.</p> - -<hr class="r20 x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_I"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER I</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE RIVER COMBAT.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> sun was sinking, a great fiery ball, in the leaden west, -at the close of an autumn day, in the year 1804, when a solitary -canoe descended the Scioto, then vastly swollen by recent -rains.</p> - -<p>The single occupant of the tiny bark was a youth of two -and twenty summers, clad in buck-skin. His beardless face -gave him an extremely womanish expression. Its smooth -surface was yet untanned by the rays of the sun, which fairness -of skin proclaimed him a novice in backwoods life.</p> - -<p>He plied the oars deftly and noiselessly, and kept in the -middle of the stream. Ever and anon he glanced upward at -the ragged cliffs that hung over the murky and turbulent waters -like the hand of doom. But, at last, he passed beyond -the precipitous banks, and gained the mouth of the Scioto’s -nosiest tributary.</p> - -<p>Here he rested upon his oars a moment, as if to decide a -mental debate, then ran his canoe up the new stream, toward -the left bank of which he presently steered.</p> - -<p>“So far without accident,” he murmured in an audible -tone, not before glancing furtively around. “Simon Kenton -may be a great hunter; but he is a sorry prophet. What! -did he think I would wait until he returned from the hazardous -expedition he is about to undertake, and leave Eudora the -while in Jim Girty’s hands? And when, in the ebullition of -anger, as I will admit—I called him a lunatic, and told him -that I would rescue the girl without the aid of his potent<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span> -arm, he said, with a sneer I shall never forget: ‘Go, rash -boy, and meet the reward for spurning the counsels of your -elders. Go to the death prepared for you by the Wolf-Queen.’”</p> - -<p>“The Wolf-Queen!” the young man continued, after a -sneer for the prophecy of the king of backwoodsmen. “If -such a creature exists, I want to meet her; and I have no -reason for doubting her existence, for Simon Kenton says he -once trembled in her presence. And Simon Kenton never -lies. I will pit my strength against the Amazon, and her -wolfish guard. Though rash and young in the ways of the -woods, Mayne Fairfax is not a coward, else why came he -from cultivated Virginia to the dark death-paths of Ohio? -No; I—My God!”</p> - -<p>The exclamation was called into being by the terrible sight -that suddenly burst upon the young hunter’s vision.</p> - -<p>Scarce the distance of a hundred yards up-stream, a canoe -shot from the bush-fringed bank, and bore down upon the -young Virginian.</p> - -<p>In the center of the bark stood the very person he had -lately expressed a desire to meet—the dreaded Wolf-Queen—dreaded -alike by Indians and whites.</p> - -<p>She towered six feet above her moccasins, and her frame -seemed built of iron. She wore a frock of tanned doe-skin, -the fringes of which touched her knees. The leggins which -fitted her nether limbs to a fault, were composed of panther -skins, secured to the moccasins by painted strips of deer-hide. -Over all these garments she wore a long, dark robe whose -ample folds disappeared in the canoe, and lent a royal aspect -to its strange wearer. Her head was surrounded by a dress, -composed of white heron-feathers, and among her raven -locks, which streamed over her shoulders, and covered her -beaded bosom, were curiously, but not distastily, woven the -gaudy feathers of the North American oriole.</p> - -<p>The features, more than the dress of the singular being so -suddenly encountered on the swollen stream, commanded the -hunter’s attention.</p> - -<p>They belonged to a woman in the noon, or summer of life. -Here and there a wrinkle was to be seen, and a sadly strange -beauty pervaded her countenance. But the eyes—those faithful<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span> -indexes of the human heart—proclaimed their possessor—a -white woman—<em>mad</em>!</p> - -<p>Yes, the unmistakable fire of insanity blazed fiercely in those -baleful orbs, and told the single beholder that she was a perfect -demon, when the paroxysm of lunacy swayed her.</p> - -<p>But she was not alone.</p> - -<p>On either side of her stood a huge black wolf, while at her -feet sat a monster gray one. A collar of deer-skin, elaborately -beaded, encircled the necks of the fierce brutes, and from -their shaggy backs the muddy water dripped.</p> - -<p>The sight was enough to blanch the boldest cheek, and -Mayne Fairfax could not repress a shriek of terror. It bubbled -to his lips unsummoned.</p> - -<p>He now had ocular proof that the dreadful Wolf-Queen -was not a myth.</p> - -<p>The canoe and its terrible freight approached with an impetus -received from the swift waters. No oars were needed -to keep it in the center of the stream—a swift current did this -service for the Wolf-Queen, who stood erect in the bark, -clutching a drawn bow.</p> - -<p>Mayne Fairfax’s presence of mind soon returned. He -griped his rifle, but ere it struck his shoulder the twang of a -bow-string smote his ears, and a barbed shaft buried itself in -his right breast. Instantaneously a faintness stole over him, -but the courageous hunter repressed it, as the canoe of the -Amazon grated against his.</p> - -<p>He would not die without a struggle, and therefore seized -his rifle for the second time, for the purpose of braining his -antagonist.</p> - -<p>At that moment the gray wolf left his post.</p> - -<p>The clubbed rifle dropped into the canoe, as the wolf buried -his fangs in the hunter’s throat, and the brave fellow staggered -back, trying to tear the mad animal from his breast.</p> - -<p>In that terrible moment Simon Kenton’s last words burst -doomfully and prophetically upon his mind!</p> - -<p>But his end was not yet.</p> - -<p>For in the fateful moment that followed the lupine attack, -the sharp report of a rifle rent the air; the wolf relinquished -his hold with a groan, and fell at Mayne Fairfax’s feet—dead!</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span></p> - -<p>The Wolf-Queen turned toward the shore, and saw a great -coonskin cap surmounting a clump of prickly pears. Instantly -a cry, but half earthly, escaped her lips, and a minute later -she was flying down the stream, vainly trying to stanch the -crimson tide that flowed from the gray wolf’s heart; while at -her feet crouched the black monsters, drinking the warm -blood of their lifeless companion.</p> - -<p>The young hunter’s canoe began to drift toward the Scioto, -and upon its gory bottom, as motionless as a corpse, lay Mayne -Fairfax.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the pear bushes parted, and a backwoods giant, -bearing a long but deadly-looking rifle sprung into the stream, -and intercepted the drifting canoe.</p> - -<p>He looked over the side, and shook his head doubtingly.</p> - -<p>“Poor lad! poor lad!” he murmured, with rough but genuine -indications of sorrow. “I’m afraid he’s going to cross the -river.”</p> - -<p>Then, standing in the water in the middle of the tributary, -he stanched the blood that poured from the lacerated throat, -which he bound with the soft linings of his grotesque cap.</p> - -<p>“There!” he cried, surveying his work. “That doctoring -will do until I reach home. This young chap must not die. -He’s too brave to perish in the springtime of his life. I wonder -what brought him alone to these parts!”</p> - -<p>Then with the interrogative still quivering his lips, he -towed the boat ashore, moored it to a clump of alder bushes, -and raising the unconscious youth in his arms, darted away -into the great forest, where strange fortunes and adventures -awaited him and the human burden he bore.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_II"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER II</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE HERMIT AND HIS CAVE.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Now</span> and then a groan parted the lips of the unconscious -Virginian, as the giant rapidly bore him through the wood, -throughout the recesses of which the somber shades of night -were gathering.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span></p> - -<p>At length the surface of the ground grew hilly, and the -giant approached so near the Scioto that the swash of the -waters against its new banks could be distinctly heard. He -followed the course of the stream for some distance, when he -turned aside, and darted into a small ravine once the bed of -a tributary of the Scioto. In the banks of the ravine were -just discernible several gloomy apertures, into one of which -the backwoodsman disappeared.</p> - -<p>Five steps from the orifice brought him to a strong oaken -door, seemingly imbedded in the limestone rock, and a short -fumbling in the gloom above his head threw wide the portal.</p> - -<p>Dark as the night without was the gloom beyond the stone -threshold; but a joyful bark greeted the giant’s ears, and a -dog sprung forward to greet him.</p> - -<p>“Home again, Wolf,” said the man, securing the door. -“And I’ve brought you a friend—a friend as near dead, I -should judge, as you get them, for, with an arrow sticking -near through one, and the awfulest torn throat you ever saw, -things must look dangerous.”</p> - -<p>The speaker moved forward, and, without the aid of a light, -tenderly placed Mayne Fairfax upon a couch, deep with soft -dressed skins. Then he ignited a tiny pile of bark films, -which soon communicated a warmth to a heap of sticks, which -blazed and crackled with some fury.</p> - -<p>“Here, Wolf, quit smelling around the patient,” cried the -giant, turning to his charge. “I’m the doctor in this case, -and I’m about to see what can be done. May be he isn’t so -badly hurt as I opine. That arrow,” he continued, after a -long silence, during which he had critically examined the -hunter’s wounds, “that arrow must be pulled through. I’m -not much of a surgeon, but I reckon as how I have managed -some pretty dangerous cases. Here goes! If that arrow -ain’t taken out, a certain young man will never shoulder a -rifle again.”</p> - -<p>A protuberance on the young hunter’s back told the giant -that the arrow had nearly gone through the body, and delicately, -yet firmly, the rude surgeon set to work. His keen -hunting-knife first severed the shaft; then made the incision, -and the remainder of the shaft was withdrawn. Then some<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span> -astringent liniment was rubbed on and into the wounds, which -were covered with strong adhesive plasters.</p> - -<p>As this operation was completed, Mayne Fairfax groaned -and opened his eyes.</p> - -<p>His first inquiry regarded his situation.</p> - -<p>“You’re in the home of Bill Hewitt,” answered the giant, -“and he has just pulled the arrow of that madwoman from -your body. Luckily, as I have discovered, it struck no vital -part. The deviation of an inch, either to the right or the -left, would have rendered my surgical operations unnecessary. -So you may begin to believe in special providences.”</p> - -<p>Fairfax tried to answer, but the condition of his throat, -torn by the jaws of the gray wolf, baffled him.</p> - -<p>“I’ll dress your breathing apparatus right now,” said Hewitt, -“and then I opine you can chatter away like a parrot.”</p> - -<p>The young hunter never winced under the pain occasioned -by the dressing of his throat.</p> - -<p>“It’s best for you to stay down for a few days,” said Hewitt, -after completing the operation. “Exertion of body may -irritate your breast wound, and end in something disagreeable. -I’ll stay with you all the time, for I don’t go visiting much in -these parts, nor these times. Now just lay still, but talk to -me while I get supper for two; tell me all about yourself, -and what brought you alone away down here. Boy, you look -like a Virginian.”</p> - -<p>“I am a Virginian,” answered Fairfax, watching the giant’s -backwoods culinary operations. “My name is Fairfax.”</p> - -<p>“Fairfax!” cried the backwoodsman, quickly turning upon -the speaker. “What Fairfax?”</p> - -<p>“The son of Ronald Fairfax, of Roanoke.”</p> - -<p>“I knew him,” said the giant.</p> - -<p>“That is singular. When did you leave Virginia?”</p> - -<p>“So you’ve got to questioning before you’re half through -with your story, eh?” cried Hewitt, with a strange smile. -“Well, I’ll tell you; but you must go on with <em>your</em> tale; and -perhaps I’ll tell you mine, some day. <em>Perhaps</em>, I say, and -<em>some day</em>. I left Rockbridge county a matter of twenty-one -years ago.”</p> - -<p>“Three months since I stood in my father’s house,” resumed -young Fairfax, whose countenance told that he would have<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span> -questioned his preserver further; “and were it not for the -existence of that accursed renegade, Jim Girty, I would be -there this night.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, curse Jim Girty, boy,” muttered Hewitt. “Oh that -curses could kill.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, yes,” hissed Mayne Fairfax, and his nervous hands -closed in silent anger. “Near Rockbridge county the family -of Nicholas Morriston rather rashly dwelt alone in the wilderness. -The father was a hotheaded man, who lived in -fancied security, while Indian raids were being made all -around him. One night, poor fellow, he paid dearly for his -rashness, for often had I entreated him to remove his family -to a place of safety. One night, I say, when too late to fly, -he paid the penalty attached to stubbornness. But not only -did he suffer, but every member of his family, save <em>one</em>, fell -beneath the swoop of the white hawk.”</p> - -<p>“The red hawks, you mean,” interrupted Hewitt.</p> - -<p>“No, no. The destroying band was led by Jim Girty, -whose evil passions had been inflamed by the beauty, the innocence -and grace of Eudora Morriston.”</p> - -<p>“I anticipate the remainder of your narrative, boy,” suddenly -interrupted the giant hermit. “Eudora Morriston is -now Jim Girty’s prisoner, and it is she whom you seek in the -land of the dread Wolf-Queen and her tribe.”</p> - -<p>“Yes. By tarrying, perhaps months, in Chillicothe, I -might have secured the assistance of the renowned Simon -Kenton; but the thought of Eudora’s situation—growing -more precarious every day—caused me to spurn the great hunter’s -offer, and, alone, I swore to rescue her or perish in the -attempt.”</p> - -<p>“You’re a brave boy, a brave boy!” cried the giant, admiringly. -“I had a little boy once—a tiny fellow with golden -hair, and the prettiest eyes you ever saw. But where he -is now, God knows. You love Eudora Morriston?”</p> - -<p>A flush suffused Mayne Fairfax’s temples.</p> - -<p>“Yes, but she knows it not. I never breathed aught to -her of my passion.”</p> - -<p>For a long time the hunter was silent, and the outward -workings of his countenance, told of mental struggles in the -mysterious unseen.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span></p> - -<p>“I loved once—a long while ago,” he said, at length, fixing -his gaze upon the reclining hunter. “But I don’t think -I love anybody now, save my boy—wherever he is—and Wolf, -here,” and he stroked the mastiff’s shaggy hide. “These -hands,” he quickly continued, stretching forth his broad palms, -“are red with the gore of a fellow-creature, whose skin was -as fair as yours, my boy. With the brand of Cain upon my -brow, I fled Virginia—fled between two days, and here I am, -a cave-hermit, on the verge of fifty years, with a giant’s frame, -unracked by disease; but with hair and beard almost as -white as driven snow.</p> - -<p>“Yes, yes,” he continued, as though the young hunter had -put a question, “it is a terrible thing to kill a fellow-creature -in the first heat of passion; but I will not tell you aught further -of that dark night, now. Boy, from that day to this I -have not taken a human life—nor ever will I, not even the -life of an Indian. I will assist you to recover the sweet creature -you seek—together we will snatch her, unharmed, from -the fangs of the white wolf—Jim Girty; but into whatever -precarious situations we may fall, remember, boy, that these -hands shed no human blood. These fists are enough for a -score of red-skins. They have proved themselves thus in -times gone by. But here, our supper is ready. I’ll prop -you up with these skins, and you can make out to eat, I -hope.”</p> - -<p>The repast proved quite nutritious to Mayne Fairfax, and -not a word passed between the twain until it had ended, and -the still smoking remains thrown to Wolf.</p> - -<p>“Boy, did you ever hear your father speak of William -Hewitt?” suddenly questioned the giant.</p> - -<p>“Never to my knowledge,” answered the young man.</p> - -<p>“Strange, when we knew each other so well,” soliloquized -the hermit, in a semi-audible tone. “But, perhaps, he would -have his heirs remain ignorant of that dark night, as well he -might. But, my boy, I’d give my right arm, nay, my very -life, to know what became of him—my boy.”</p> - -<p>“I will make every inquiry when I return,” said Fairfax.</p> - -<p>“But how shall I know the result of your inquiries?”</p> - -<p>“I will return and make them known to you.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span></p> - -<p>“How can I reward you?” cried Hewitt, grasping the -young man’s hands.</p> - -<p>“Say nothing about that. I am already rewarded. But—what -was that?”</p> - -<p>“My door-bell,” said the giant, with a smile, as he rose to -his feet and hastened to the mouth of the cave.</p> - -<p>A minute later Fairfax heard the massive oaken door -open and close, and a confused murmur of voices approaching -him.</p> - -<p>“Boy,” suddenly said the giant, leading a tall and athletic -young Indian into the mellow light of the fire, “here is the -only visitor I have. The Bible says that it is not good for -man to be alone always, so I picked up a companion. This -is Oonalooska, the bravest young warrior of his tribe.”</p> - -<p>Mayne Fairfax stretched forth his hand, and the young -brave pressed it with no small degree of feeling.</p> - -<p>“So the madwoman struck the white hunter?” said Oonalooska, -half interrogatively, still retaining Fairfax’s hand.</p> - -<p>“Yes; her shaft pierced my breast, and her wolf tore my -throat.”</p> - -<p>“She will be like a great storm now,” returned the Shawnee, -“because one of her wolves is dead. Oonalooska fears -for the Pale Flower in the Shawnee village.”</p> - -<p>“Then she is there!” cried the young hunter, with eagerness.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered Oonalooska, “she is under the fiery eyes -of the White Wolf, and unless he guards her well, Alaska -will tear her from him, and put her to the torture.”</p> - -<p>“No, no!” cried Mayne Fairfax. “Hewitt, I feel strong -enough to go and rescue her.”</p> - -<p>“You’re as weak as a kitten,” said the giant, with a smile -for the young hunter’s futile effort to rise. “We will send -Oonalooska back to the village, and he shall report affairs for -us. It will be a terrible conflict if affairs reach such a climax -between Girty and Alaska, the Wolf-Queen; but Girty -may still possess the strange influence he has held over her in -days gone by. I am certain that a crisis will not be reached -in the Shawnee village for some time.”</p> - -<p>“But send Oonalooska thither at once,” cried Fairfax, -“and tell him to tell Eudora that a friend seeks her rescue.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span> -And, Shawnee,” here he addressed Oonalooska, “if you can -save the Pale Flower at once, do so, and convey her hither.”</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska will not sleep,” was the reply; “but to overcome -the White Wolf and Alaska he must have the cunning -of his white friends.”</p> - -<p>“I cannot leave this young man until his sores are healed,” -said Hewitt. “But that will not be long. Then we will -baffle Jim Girty, and you, who hate him, can send him to -Watchemenetoc.”</p> - -<p>The Indian’s eyes flashed at the hermit’s last sentence, and -a minute later Oonalooska was gone.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_III"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER III</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">JIM GIRTY AND HIS PRISONER.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">James Girty</span> was one of a quartette of brothers to which -the notorious Simon belonged. He became the prisoner of -the Indians early in Braddock’s ill-fated campaign, when he -was in his fourteenth year, and was adopted by the Shawnees. -Growing to manhood, he loved the life and customs of the -red rovers of the trackless forests, and hated all whom they -hated. His passions were as fiery as Simon’s, but for some -unaccountable reasons, he has not figured as conspicuously on -the page of history.</p> - -<p>Simon Girty, notwithstanding his multitudinous crimes, possessed -a few good qualities; but James possessed not one. -Simon often pleaded for the life of a prisoner, James never; -and his countenance was the incarnation of all that is repulsive.</p> - -<p>At the opening of our romance he had attained his sixty-ninth -year, notwithstanding which he still possessed a giant’s -frame and a giant’s strength.</p> - -<p>So well did he bear the burden of his years, that he looked -beneath fifty, and scarce a gray hair was visible upon his head. -His eyes still flashed the fire of manhood’s prime, from beneath -long, midnight lashes, and not a crow’s foot furrowed<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span> -his forehead. His face was covered by splotches of red hair, -through which cutaneous eruptions, caused by his dissolute -habits, were constantly making their appearance. When not -influenced by wine, he was not quarrelsome; but for many -years he had drawn scarce a single sober breath. He was an -unerring marksman, and his influence over the Indians was -unbounded.</p> - -<p>While hunting in Virginia he encountered Eudora Morriston, -whose beauty fanned the fires of his evil nature; and, as -Mayne Fairfax has already related, he swooped down upon -the happy home, at the head of a band of Shawnees, massacred -every one of its inmates, save the beautiful girl, whom -he bore to the Indian village, and placed under the guardianship -of two of the most pliant of his red tools.</p> - -<p>Bright and translucently beautiful upon the Shawnee village -broke the morn that followed the transaction of the -events related in the foregoing chapters.</p> - -<p>James, or as he was commonly called, Jim Girty, would -have slumbered late, had he not been startled from his sleep -by the grip of a human hand upon his arm. He opened his -baleful eyes, and beheld a middle-aged savage bending over -him. The first streaks of morning but illy dispersed the -gloom of his lodge, and the renegade sprung to his feet, with -the oath, never absent from his lips.</p> - -<p>“Alaska is a storm!” cried the Indian, springing from -Girty’s side, and throwing aside the curtain of skins that -served for a door. “See! she goes to the lodge of the Pale -Flower. Her wolves will kill the guards, and tear to pieces -the White Wolf’s prisoner. Last night the Lone Man shot -Alaska’s gray wolf, and she will now have the blood of the -white captive for it.”</p> - -<p>Astounded at the sight to which the savage directed his -gaze—the Wolf-Queen, guarded by a dozen terrible wolves, -and followed by near a hundred Indians, advancing toward -the lodge where dwelt his prisoner, guarded by but ten braves—Jim -Girty jerked his rifle from its pins over his couch, -and bounded to the scene.</p> - -<p>He seemed to fly over the ground, and threw himself between -Eudora’s guards, as the foremost wolves were preparing -for the combat.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span></p> - -<p>“Back!” he yelled, fixing his gaze upon Alaska. “Why -does Alaska seek the life of my prisoner?”</p> - -<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed the madwoman, long and loud. -“’Tis for the White Wolf to question, but for Alaska to answer. -Last night Alaska met a young pale-faced hunter on -the little stream. She pierced him with her shaft, but he was -brave. He would use his rifle as a club. Alaska’s gray wolf—the -only snow wolf of Alaska’s band—sought the hunter’s -throat, when the Lone Man, concealed by many bushes, shot -Lupino. Now lies he cold and dead in Alaska’s wigwam. -She must have blood for his, and that blood must flow from -the Pale Flower’s heart.”</p> - -<p>She finished, and stepped forward, while her grip tightened -on the long-bladed knife that glittered in the first beams -of the sun.</p> - -<p>Girty’s rifle shot to his shoulder.</p> - -<p>He did not dare shoot the Wolf-Queen, for she knew not -the value of life, and her death at his hands would soon be -followed by his, by the claws and fangs of her wolves.</p> - -<p>He directed his weapon at the head of her favorite wolf—a -monster black fellow, around whose neck was a wide beaded -collar, and over the shaggy back dropped a rich mantle.</p> - -<p>“If Alaska does not stay her hand,” he cried, “the White -Wolf will have Leperto’s blood!”</p> - -<p>The Wolf-Queen suddenly paused, and glanced from Girty -to the threatened wolf. Indecision ruled her form, and Girty -was on the eve of triumph, when an old Indian, bent with -more than three-score years and ten, stepped to Alaska’s -side.</p> - -<p>His eyes flashed with a fire seldom seen in the orbs of age, -when his gaze fell upon the renegade.</p> - -<p>“Let the White Wolf shoot Leperto,” he cried, addressing -the madwoman. “Old Miantomah will give her another. -Let the Pale Flower die for the act of the Lone Man, and if -the White Wolf resists, let Alaska’s wolves, his brothers, tear -him to pieces.”</p> - -<p>Miantomah exercised a weird influence over the Wolf-Queen, -and, inspired by his words, she spoke to her wolves.</p> - -<p>The mad animals fixed their eyes upon Girty, and crawled -forward.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span></p> - -<p>It was a critical moment.</p> - -<p>“Shall an old, empty-headed man rule a mad-woman with -his forked tongue?” cried Girty, appealing to the crowd of -warriors. “Let the White Wolf’s brothers gather around -him. He has led them to victory, and will they now desert -him for a crack-headed squaw?”</p> - -<p>“No!” cried Oonalooska, drawing his tomahawk, and -springing to Girty’s side. “Oonalooska is not a squaw. -Warriors, follow him!”</p> - -<p>His action electrified the warriors, and, a moment later, all, -save a dozen, surrounded Girty, and displayed a hollow square -glistening with knives, to the Wolf-Queen.</p> - -<p>“Back to your wigwam now, and bury your dead!” cried -Girty, in triumph.</p> - -<p>Alaska regarded him in silence.</p> - -<p>He repeated the command.</p> - -<p>“Alaska moves not hence without the Pale Flower’s -blood,” she at length replied. “Her braves are on the war-path, -and at their head, marches the great Tecumseh, against -whom the White Wolf dare not stand. They will return ere -yon ball of fire again rises over the hills. Then, let the -White Wolf fear, then will Alaska have the Pale Flower’s -heart. Here she will remain until Tecumseh comes,” and -she seated herself upon the ground, in the midst of her -wolves.</p> - -<p>At the mention of Tecumseh’s name, Girty’s guard exchanged -looks of fear. The great chief was on ill terms with -the renegade, and, fearing to incur the anger of Tecumseh, -several braves deserted Girty, and went over to the mad-woman.</p> - -<p>“Be firm!” cried Girty, lowering upon the disaffection. -“They who stand by me shall be rewarded, and Tecumseh -will act justly when he comes.”</p> - -<p>This retained a goodly portion of his guard.</p> - -<p>The long hours wore away, both parties longing, yet fearing, -for the night.</p> - -<p>Oonalooska knew that Tecumseh would favor the Wolf-Queen, -and, with a determined resolve in his heart, he stepped -into the lodge, where knelt a trembling girl, praying -to her God for deliverance.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span></p> - -<p>He touched her arm.</p> - -<p>She looked up, her eyes bathed in pearly tears.</p> - -<p>“Let the Pale Flower tremble not,” whispered the young -brave. “Tecumseh will not return till midnight, and ere he -comes Oonalooska will save the White Wolf’s captive. The -young hunter lives in the lodge of the great Lone Man.”</p> - -<p>Then he turned away, without noticing the look of gratitude -Eudora bestowed upon him.</p> - -<p>Oh, for the night!</p> - -<p>What had it in store for Eudora Morriston—life or death?</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IV"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER IV</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE EVENTS OF THAT NIGHT.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Slowly</span> the hours of that beautiful autumn day wore -away, and the shades of evening seemed a century in making -their appearance.</p> - -<p>The squaws of the “town” brought a repast to Girty and -his band; but Alaska dispatched several warriors to her own -wigwam, the capacious larder of which was soon empty for -the benefit of herself and wolves.</p> - -<p>The terrible animals never took their eyes from Girty, -whose distasteful form blocked the doorway of Eudora’s -lodge.</p> - -<p>“Never fear, girl,” he said, one time, turning upon his -prisoner, who sat listlessly upon her couch of skins. “The -wolves shan’t eat you. I have great influence over Tecumseh, -and the chief will quickly drive the crazy woman to her wigwam.”</p> - -<p>A better dissembler than “Jim” Girty never trod the woods -of Ohio. He knew that the great Shawnee chieftain lived in -superstitious awe of the Wolf-Queen, and that, upon his return, -his prisoner would be given over to the fangs of the -wolves. And while he spoke to Eudora he was plotting to -get her beyond the village before Tecumseh returned.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span></p> - -<p>The young girl deigned no reply to his words, but in silence -set to work to arrange the disheveled locks which hung -over her shoulders.</p> - -<p>She was very beautiful—the possessor of a symmetrical form -faultless in the minutest particular, large, black eyes, lustrous -beneath raven lashes, and a wealth of raven hair, which enhanced -her transcendent loveliness. She wore the coronet of -her seventeenth year, though weeping for the fate of her parents -and golden-haired sisters, mercilessly butchered in her -sight, caused her to look beyond her years.</p> - -<p>The words of Oonalooska shot a cheering ray of hope into -her heart, and caused that guiltless organ to beat for joy. -“The young hunter lives,” he had said; but what “young -hunter” did he mean? Quite a number of “young hunters” -had been enraptured by her beauty, though none had she -ever bade hope for the dimpled hand that could send an arrow -unerringly to the target, and direct the bullet with an accuracy -unequaled by many well-known frontiersmen of those -“dark and bloody days.”</p> - -<p>Among her admirers, Mayne Fairfax had called oftenest at -her home, now a heap of ashes, and she had evinced a partiality -for his companionship, which had driven the others -from the field.</p> - -<p>Was he the “young hunter” who sought her in the Indian -village?</p> - -<p>Her rapid heart-beats proclaimed that she hoped so.</p> - -<p>The afternoon was nearing its close when Girty summoned -Oonalooska to his side.</p> - -<p>The young brave obeyed with alacrity, and was surprised -to hear the renegade make the following proposition:</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh must not meet the Pale Flower in the lodge,” -said Girty, in a low tone, that it might not reach the ears of -Alaska, who was within common earshot. “The chief hates -me, but he also fears me. Without a second thought he -would deliver the white-faced girl to Alaska. To-morrow he -will decide otherwise. Not far from this lodge dwell the -exiled Mingoes, on whose grounds no hostile warrior dares to -tread. To-night, then, will not Oonalooska guide the Pale -Flower thither, and guard her until the White Wolf commands -their return?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p> - -<p>Eagerly Oonalooska promised to grant Girty’s request, and -the plans for the escape were quickly formed.</p> - -<p>While the plot was discussed by the warrior and the renegade, -dark clouds were creeping from the west, and soon the -whole sky was overcast—which harbingered a storm. Through -a rift in the opaque masses, the dying rays of the sun fell -upon the Shawnee village, and when night prevailed Girty -threw a cordon of braves around Eudora’s lodge. Alaska -witnessed the precautionary movement, but instead of encircling -the cordon with her braves, she moved nearer the aperture -of the wigwam, which she made discernible by torches, -thrust into the yielding earth.</p> - -<p>Girty thought it best to keep Eudora ignorant of the destination -he intended for her; but told Oonalooska to say that -he would conduct her to a place of safety, beyond the reach -of <em>all</em> her enemies.</p> - -<p>The night was the incarnation of gloom, and every waning -moment brought Tecumseh and his braves nearer the village. -The chief had promised to return upon that particular night, -and he had never broken his word. In the rear of the wigwam -Girty had placed several braves upon whom he could -rely, and, as the first peal of thunder reverberated through the -forest, and far down the Scioto, Oonalooska’s keen knife gashed -the thin bark in the rear of Eudora’s couch.</p> - -<p>A peal of thunder in autumn always startled the Shawnees, -and, believing it the harbinger of Tecumseh’s approach, the -most timid glided over to the Wolf-Queen.</p> - -<p>Girty did not murmur at their late disaffection, for he knew -that Alaska would not move till the arrival of the giant chief.</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska is ready,” whispered the brave, turning from -the perforated bark to the maiden, whose eyes had witnessed -the operation.</p> - -<p>“Then let us hasten,” she said in tremulous accents, “lest -Tecumseh’s arrival doom me to the teeth of the mad-woman’s -wolves.”</p> - -<p>Tenderly, noiselessly, Oonalooska lifted Eudora in his arms, -and glided through the slit, and past the posted guards in the -rear of the wigwam. Once beyond the confines of the village, -he walked rapidly, experiencing no difficulty in picking -his way rightly in the cimmerian gloom.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span></p> - -<p>Presently he entered the forest, and when he had placed a -hill between himself and the village, he paused, and drew a -torch from beneath his wolf-skin robe.</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska does not possess the eyes of the owl,” he said, -with a smile, as he ignited a wisp of bark films with the flints. -“The wood is dark, and unless fire guides Oonalooska, he may -wander to the Mingoes, whither the White Wolf has sent -him.”</p> - -<p>“But may not Oonalooska’s torch encounter Tecumseh?” -asked Eudora, who feared the worst.</p> - -<p>“No; the great chief and his braves will cross the creek -into the lodges. Oonalooska must have fire. It will keep -the wolves away.”</p> - -<p>The mere mention of the wolves sent an icy shudder to -Eudora’s heart. From the jaws of the ravenous animals she -had first been snatched by the chivalrous red-man, who was -once more bearing her through the labyrinthine recesses of -the Scioto forest.</p> - -<p>The hermit home of William, or, as he called himself, -“Bill,” Hewitt, was about fourteen miles from the Shawnee -village, and Oonalooska rapidly traversed the dreary miles. -The crisp leaves gave forth a weird sound, as the Indian’s -moccasined feet touched them, and the great drops of rain -that pattered down through the giant, leafless trees, added to -the ghostliness of the moment. Sure enough, the wolves -struck the trail, and, at last, Oonalooska saw many a pair of -fiery eyes far in his rear.</p> - -<p>He felt Eudora shudder as a chorus of yells smote her ear; -but he assured her that they would reach the hermit’s cave -in safety, when he knew that the issue was doubtful.</p> - -<p>At length the warrior uttered a light cry, as he gained the -summit of a knoll, from which he indistinctly heard the roar -of a little cataract that poured its waters into the Scioto.</p> - -<p>“The Pale Flower is near the Lone Man’s lodge,” said the -Shawnee, and he dashed down the knoll, the foot of which -he reached as the foremost wolf poked his head over the -summit.</p> - -<p>Once or twice he was forced to turn and beat the band off -with his torch, and, at last, almost exhausted, he dashed into -the limestone corridor of Hewitt’s home.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span></p> - -<p>He had not time to give the signal—the jerking of a deer-thong -in the darkness overhead—for the wolves were snapping -at his lovely burden, and while his lips uttered a peculiar -whoop, he turned and sent one giant fellow to the -ground with his torch. The weapon struck the animal in the -mouth, and, the great tusk closing on it, it was jerked from -his hand.</p> - -<p>He shrieked again as his right hand throttled the leader of -the lupine band, and hurled him senseless among his companions. -The dying torch lent a terribly tragic view to the -scene. Pale as death, Eudora reclined upon the left arm of -the Indian, as single-handed he fought the bloodthirsty gang, -and her lips parted with a joyful cry, as the strong door was -burst open, and she found herself borne into a warm apartment.</p> - -<p>With clubbed rifle, the giant hermit sprung among the -wolves, and before him they divided and scattered like sheep. -They had encountered the invincible before.</p> - -<p>“Fly, cowards!” cried Hewitt, as he reëntered the cave, -to find Eudora kneeling before the couch of her wounded lover.</p> - -<p>He had thrown one arm around her neck, and his lips -were whispering something in her ears—probably the story -of tender passion.</p> - -<p>“We will have the whole Shawnee nation to fight now,” -said Hewitt, when Eudora had related her trials while in the -hands of Girty. “And ere morn Tecumseh will be at our -door. The wolves of Alaska will track Eudora hither, and -then for the conflict. It must be near dawn now.”</p> - -<p>As he finished he drew aside a skin, that hung against the -wall, and disappeared in a dark passage.</p> - -<p>Oonalooska awaited his return in silence, while Fairfax and -Eudora conversed in low whispers.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the skin flew aside, and Hewitt sprung into the -cave.</p> - -<p>His long beard was filled with tiny particles of decayed -wood, and sparks of fire seemed to dart from his dark orbs. -But his voice was as calm as a midsummer day.</p> - -<p>“Fifty-three braves are nearing us,” he said. “They are -headed by Tecumseh and Alaska, who is surrounded by her -accursed wolves. Jim Girty is not with them.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span></p> - -<p>Oonalooska’s expression remained immobile, and Eudora -threw a look at her wounded lover, but her lips uttered nothing. -Her dark eyes shot a mingled look of determination -and defiance toward the door.</p> - -<p>All at once a tomahawk struck the oaken planks, and a -terrible yell followed.</p> - -<p>It was the war-whoop of Tecumseh!</p> - -<p>Leperto, the petted wolf, answered it with a dismal howl.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_V"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER V</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH-SHOTS.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Let</span> us witness the return of Tecumseh, and follow the -great chief and the Wolf-Queen to the hermit’s cave.</p> - -<p>Jim Girty did not desert his post, when he found the wigwam -tenantless. On the contrary, he told his band to increase -their vigilance, and remained immobile in the doorway -of the lodge. He knew when Oonalooska disappeared with -his prisoner, and he breathed freer than he had done for long -hours. A run of three hours would bring the young brave -to the homes of the exiled Mingoes, across the threshold of -which, even Tecumseh, with all his greatness, dared not step, -upon other than a friendly mission.</p> - -<p>He felt that he could conciliate Tecumseh, and that, when -the spasm of frenzy, that now ruled Alaska’s heart, passed -away, he could command Oonalooska to return with the captive.</p> - -<p>The storm, which proved of brief duration, did no damage -to the village, and midnight brought Tecumseh.</p> - -<p>Several braves deserted Alaska to greet the returning band, -and presently the mighty Shawnee, with angry countenance, -faced the white-faced renegade.</p> - -<p>Jim Girty had learned to read his chieftain’s face, and in -the ghostly glare of the torches, he read thereon an unsuccessful -expedition. Tecumseh was in a fit mood to wreak -vengeance on any man who owned a white skin.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span></p> - -<p>With drawn tomahawk he paused before the renegade, and -shouted, as his eyes drank in the whole scene:</p> - -<p>“White Wolf, deliver the Pale Flower to Alaska!”</p> - -<p>“The White Wolf will obey his chief,” answered Girty, -shooting the mad-woman a singular look. “Let Tecumseh -enter the lodge, and lead the captive to the Wolf-Queen.”</p> - -<p>As he finished, he stepped aside, and Tecumseh sprung into -the lodge.</p> - -<p>One loud yell parted the chief’s lips as his eyes fell upon -the untenanted couch, and a moment later his brawny hand -closed on Girty’s throat.</p> - -<p>“White Wolf’s tongue is forked!” he cried. “Let him -tell Tecumseh where the Pale Flower is, or die!”</p> - -<p>“The White Wolf knows not,” gasped the white liar. -“She has been stolen while we watched.”</p> - -<p>The chief’s grip relaxed, and, at his command, Girty was -bound, and a guard placed over him.</p> - -<p>Alaska could scarcely be restrained from throwing her -wolves upon the prostrate renegade.</p> - -<p>A brief examination revealed the gash in the bark, and instantly -the braves were called. One was missing—Oonalooska, -the son of Okalona, the aged Medicine of the Shawnees. <em>He</em> -was the traitor, and, if captured, his doom would be a terrible -one, and speedy.</p> - -<p>Tecumseh’s blood boiled in his dark veins, and his angry -passions were stirred to their depths. All fatigue incurred by -the recent war-expedition, instantly left him, and he called -around him a band of picked warriors. Alaska panted to -pursue the traitor, and his companion, and throwing herself -at the head of the party, she placed her wolves upon Oonalooska’s -trail, and away they went, through the forest, toward -the hermit’s cave.</p> - -<p>The renegade was not permitted to accompany the pursuing -party; instead, he found himself under the vigilant eyes -of five braves, who bore him to his lodge, and threw themselves -around it.</p> - -<p>He knew that his captivity would not last beyond the return -of Tecumseh, over whom, when calm, he held some -influence.</p> - -<p>The war-whoop of Tecumseh and the dismal howl of Leperto,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span> -that ushered in the clear, frosty autumn morning, was -answered by a savage growl from the hermit’s canine companion, -who yearned to encounter the mad-woman’s wolves.</p> - -<p>No human answer following the blow delivered by Tecumseh’s -tomahawk, the chief bestowed a second upon the door, -and shouted:</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh, the war-chief of the Shawnees, demands the -person of Oonalooska, the red traitor, and the Pale Flower. -Let the Lone Man speak!”</p> - -<p>The hermit’s answer was not long delayed.</p> - -<p>“Is Tecumseh an empty fool, that he should seek the blood -of the Pale Flower, snatched from her home by the lying -White Wolf? If he is not, let him return to his lodge, the -greatest chief of the Shawnee nation.”</p> - -<p>“The Wolf-Queen seeks the Pale Flower. Tecumseh -wants the traitor Oonalooska,” was the reply.</p> - -<p>“Then let Tecumseh take them!” was the defiant reply, -at which a second war-cry smote the air, and the Shawnee -drew back from the portals.</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh will take them!” he cried, “and beside Oonalooska -shall burn the Lone Man of the woods.”</p> - -<p>“No, no!” shrieked mad Alaska. “The Lone Man shot -Lupino. <em>He</em> shall die by the teeth of Alaska’s wolves.”</p> - -<p>“So be it,” answered Tecumseh, and in a loud tone he -commanded his warriors to heap fagots against the door of -the cave.</p> - -<p>The command was obeyed with alacrity, and Tecumseh -and several of his favorite chiefs drew back to witness the -work of burning out the besieged whites. Near him stood -the Wolf-Queen, amid her wolfish guard, and the terrible -light of anticipated vengeance danced in her eyes.</p> - -<p>The work went on without interruption for many minutes, -during which period the golden god of day lazily scaled the -oriental horizon, and threw his warm beams upon the swarthy -band.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the sharp report of a rifle rent the gentle breeze -that flitted through the woods, and the stalwart chief, whose -shoulder touched Tecumseh, staggered back with a bloody, -crushed temple.</p> - -<p>Instantly the braves left their work, and gathered around<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span> -the stricken chief. Whence came the deadly missile? An -examination showed that the ball had been fired from an -elevated position, and the leafless top of every tree was scanned -with vengeful eyes. But the mysterious slayer remained -undiscovered.</p> - -<p>“Back!” shouted Tecumseh, after a prolonged search, and -the warriors returned to the cave. “Haste with the -work! Tecumseh yearns to see the traitor, and the Lone -Man die.”</p> - -<p>At length the last gathered bough was thrust into the -mouth of the cave, and Tecumseh turned to Nethoto, a chief -not below his august self in prowess, when a second rifle report -smote his ears; and Nethoto staggered back—dead!</p> - -<p>Horror-stricken, Tecumseh shrunk aghast from the work -of death, and for the first time in all his life displayed a -frightened face to his braves.</p> - -<p>He felt that his turn would come next, and instantly, as if -in confirmation of that mental conclusion, a voice rung -throughout the forest.</p> - -<p>“Let Tecumseh hasten to his lodge, else he never steps -upon another war-trail!”</p> - -<p>The savages gazed wildly around as the tones fell upon -their ears, and then looked at their chief, who seemed to have -grown into a statue—so motionless and pale he stood.</p> - -<p>Alaska was the first to break the silence.</p> - -<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” she laughed, as she caught one of her -wolves, and threw him upon the dead body of Nethoto. -“The Great Spirit slays Nethoto, who once struck Alaska -with a whip. Let Tecumseh return to the village; but -Alaska and her wolves will stay. They will enter the Lone -Man’s cave and devour him. The Great Spirit loves Alaska -and her wolves. Ha! ha! ha!” and she clapped her hands -with glee to see the wolves tear Nethoto to pieces.</p> - -<p>Tecumseh knew not how to act. He feared the Wolf-Queen, -in awe of whom his warriors stood, and at his bidding -they would remain. If he stayed, death would soon enter his -heart.</p> - -<p>The Wolf-Queen did not notice his indecision. With fiendish -delight she was throwing wolf after wolf upon the dead -chief.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span></p> - -<p>All at once her brutal actions came to an abrupt termination.</p> - -<p>A third shot echoed throughout the wood, and Leperto, the -king of the wolves, sprung back from the corpse—a corpse -himself.</p> - -<p>A heart-chilling shriek welled from Alaska’s throat, as she -sprung forward and pressed the dead wolf to her bosom. A -moment she gazed wildly around, as if searching for the mysterious -slayer, and then, with an indescribable horror of countenance, -she darted from the tragic spot, followed by her -wolves, Tecumseh and his braves.</p> - -<p>It was the first time that Tecumseh ever turned his back -upon the foe.</p> - -<p>Convulsively to her heart the crazy queen pressed Leperto. -She tried to stanch his crimson tide with her long tresses, but -it seemed to flow the faster, and her trail was one of gore.</p> - -<p>“Not long will Tecumseh remain in his beaded lodge,” -hissed the great chief to a plumed Indian, at whose side he -ran. “He will return, and hunger shall drive the pale ones, -with the red traitor, from the hole in the ground, and the -blood of Sagasto and Nethoto shall be poured upon their -heads.”</p> - -<p>The mad-woman thought of nothing but her dead wolf; -but very soon other and more terrible thoughts would rule her -shattered brain.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VI"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER VI</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">OUT OF THE CAVE TO DOOM.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">During</span> the brief siege described in the foregoing chapter, -but two persons occupied the cave. These were Mayne Fairfax -and the beautiful Eudora Morriston.</p> - -<p>The young hunter reclined on the couch, and Eudora sat -beside him, holding one of his hands in hers.</p> - -<p>“I wonder how this will end, Mayne,” she said, gazing into -his deep eyes, that never grew weary of gazing into her face.</p> - -<p>“I do not know, Eudora,” replied the hunter; “but I feel<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span> -that the end is not far distant. The capitulation of the hermit’s -fort, in my mind, is but a question of time. If Tecumseh -can not burn the door, he can starve us out. But hark, -girl! That sounded like a rifle shot.”</p> - -<p>“And that shriek, Mayne!” cried the girl. “An Indian -has fallen beneath the Lone Man’s rifle. Perhaps it was Tecumseh?”</p> - -<p>“No, no, Eudora. Hewitt did not fire that shot. He sheds -the blood of no fellow-man. If an Indian fell, it was beneath -Oonalooska’s aim. Listen! That was the voice of Tecumseh.”</p> - -<p>The conversation ceased, and in the silence that followed -the lovers heard the second shot, that sent Nethoto to the -earth.</p> - -<p>“Another!” cried Eudora. “Where do the shots come -from, Mayne?”</p> - -<p>“From the top of a giant oak,” answered the young hunter. -“Yon subterranean passage ends beneath the trunk of a -great, hollow tree. Inside, steps lead to the top of the giant, -from whence Oonalooska is smiting the red men.”</p> - -<p>“What a singular man the hermit is!” cried Eudora, as -the faint tones of the Wolf-Queen—faint to the cave listeners—came -from the wood. “He is a mystery to the savages. -Girty hates, but fears him, and, to Tecumseh, he is an enigma. -I—”</p> - -<p>“The third shot!” interrupted Mayne, and a minute later -the giant hermit stepped into the cave.</p> - -<p>“Our enemies are routed,” he said, bestowing a smile upon -the lovers. “Beneath Oonalooska’s rifle fell two chiefs and -Leperto.”</p> - -<p>“Alaska’s wolf,” said Eudora, turning to Fairfax. “The -poor woman will be inconsolable now.”</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska wanted to shoot the queen, but I covered the -flint with my hand in time to save her life. I could not witness -the killing of that poor mad-woman, though if we ever -fall into her hands we will receive no mercy.”</p> - -<p>“Her wolves tore Oonalooska’s venison once,” hissed the -chief, who stood beside the hermit, and he added, in an undertone. -“Some day when Lone Man is abroad, Oonalooska’s -flint will not be covered by a pale hand.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span></p> - -<p>“Do you think our enemies will return?” asked the young -Virginian, looking into the hermit’s face.</p> - -<p>“Yes. Already I believe that Tecumseh’s spies lurk in the -vicinity, and, ere long, the chief will return with a large -force, which can not be successfully resisted. I know Tecumseh -as few men know him. I have watched him grow to -manhood, unforgiving and vindictive.”</p> - -<p>“In view of our situation, then, what do you propose?” -questioned Fairfax, with eagerness.</p> - -<p>“Flight—to Chillicothe,” was the reply.</p> - -<p>“Not by day?”</p> - -<p>“No; to the contrary. We are not far from the river, -which I believe will not be guarded to-night. From this -cave leads a passage which terminates not a great ways from -the river. That passage I have never had occasion to use, -having never, until this day, been besieged. Above the termination -of that passage, the crust has not been broken. We -will use that to-night, and near dawn, no accidents intervening, -we will be beyond danger. My boy, can you crawl to -the opening of the passage? Thence we will assist you to -the boat.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” cried Fairfax, rising with a mighty effort, that sent -a thousand painful arrows throughout his frame, “I feel strong -again—the events of the last twenty-four hours have made -me a giant.”</p> - -<p>Hewitt shook his head doubtingly, and faintly smiled, as a -sense of giddiness forced the young hunter upon the couch -again.</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh will not return before nightfall,” continued the -hermit, after a brief silence, “and while they besiege the cave, -we will be flying up the river to Chillicothe—which, for us, -means safety.”</p> - -<p>Then the strange man drew a repast from his store, and -the victuals were discussed with a relish, and conversation in -which they tried to forget their perilous situation.</p> - -<p>Slowly the day waned, and, at length, a growl from the -mastiff, who lay at the brush-burdened door, told the hunted -that an Indian was near.</p> - -<p>Then Oonalooska disappeared in the subterranean passage, -already used during the progress of our romance; but presently<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span> -returned with the information that several spies were in -the wood, at the mouth of the cave.</p> - -<p>The hour for escape had arrived.</p> - -<p>“I’ve lived in this hole in the ground for eighteen years,” -said the hermit, taking a mournful survey of the cave, whose -walls were lined with the skins of all animals, “and you may -think that it goes hard with me to leave it. But if I stay here -now, Alaska’s wolves will drink Hewitt blood. I want to -live till I can see my boy again, and—” here he turned away, -and muttered in an undertone: “Yes, I’d like to see her, too. -I could forgive her now; but, oh, God! will I ever meet my -wife on earth more?”</p> - -<p>A great tear dewed his tawny cheek, and a tremor crossed -his giant frame, as he turned to the trio.</p> - -<p>“Well, we’re ready now,” he said, calm again. “Here, -girl, take the extra rifle. I’ve heard tell as how you can use -it.”</p> - -<p>“I can and will, if I must,” said Eudora, proudly, as she -took the proffered firearm.</p> - -<p>The hermit stepped to the further end of the cave, and revealed -a gloomy passage, by throwing aside a wolf-skin that -concealed it.</p> - -<p>“Lead off, Oona,” he said, addressing the Indian. “Wolf -and I’ll bring up the rear.”</p> - -<p>The Indian dropped upon all fours, and entered the -passage; and the dog bounded in, in advance of his master.</p> - -<p>“Good-by, old home,” said the hermit, taking a last look -at the apartment. “Mebbe I’ll come back again, and mebbe -I won’t, that’s all.”</p> - -<p>The curtain fell and the cave was tenantless.</p> - -<p>The underground corridor seemed interminable; but, at -last, Oonalooska paused. The end was reached.</p> - -<p>It was the noiseless work of a few moments to admit an -invigorating current of night-air into the gloomy way, and the -Shawnee emerged upon <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">terra firma</i>.</p> - -<p>“Now for the river,” whispered Hewitt, throwing himself -in advance of the party.</p> - -<p>The night was dark around, though many stars twinkled -in the blue overhead.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span></p> - -<p>Eudora trod in the hermit’s tracks, and her lover leaned -upon the arm of Oonalooska.</p> - -<p>At length they stood upon the right bank of the Scioto. -It was lined with thick clumps of weeping willows, the leaves -of which touched the dark water, causing many faint ripples, -that fell ominously upon the ears of the hunted quartette.</p> - -<p>The hermit glided from his companions, and, after a long -absence, returned with the startling information that his boat -was gone!</p> - -<p>Mayne Fairfax’s groan of despair was stifled by Hewitt’s -hand, and in his ear were breathed these words:</p> - -<p>“We are within thirty feet of a gang of red-skins.”</p> - -<p>The hermit turned to Oonalooska, when a grunt from his -dog startled every one.</p> - -<p>Instantaneously the tramp of many feet smote the ears of -the imperiled ones, and a circle of Indians seemed to rise -from the earth.</p> - -<p>“Spare all!” was heard the voice of Jim Girty, as he rushed -forward, at the head of the main band.</p> - -<p>He met the man he feared—the strong hermit—in whose -arms he was but a child.</p> - -<p>Hewitt raised the renegade above his head, and tossed him -far out into the Scioto. Oonalooska fought nobly, and would -have escaped had he not stumbled over a prostrate Indian, -and been seized before he could rise. Mayne Fairfax, -weak from his wounds, did not resist, and he and Eudora, -who fought valiantly with clubbed rifle, were made prisoners.</p> - -<p>It cost the Shawnees a Herculean struggle to secure the -hermit and it was not until the entire band rushed upon him -<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">en masse</i> , that he became a captive.</p> - -<p>At the conclusion of the victory, a chief sent a shrill whoop -through the forest.</p> - -<p>“Why shout the Shawnees?” asked the hermit, with a -nonchalance which, under the circumstances was truly wonderful.</p> - -<p>“Manitowoc calls Tecumseh,” was the reply. “The -great chief and Alaska are at the Lone Man’s hole in the -ground.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span></p> - -<p>The reply sent an indescribable feeling to the prisoners’ -hearts, and no wonder.</p> - -<p>All—with, perhaps, a single exception—felt that they -had marched from the cave to doom.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER VII</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">ALASKA IN HER FRENZY.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> shrill whoop was answered by the glare of a multitude -of torches, and the rushing sound of many feet.</p> - -<p>All the prisoners, save Oonalooska, were unbound, but -closely guarded. The swarthy Shawnee stood proudly erect, -with his hands tied upon his back, and his nether limbs bound -by tried deer-thongs. He looked defiance at his captors, in -whose faces he read the terrible doom. Tecumseh would speak -for him when he arrived.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the great chief halted before the circle, and a -shout of triumph parted his red lips as his eyes fell upon -Oonalooska. The captive calmly returned that vengeful -look, and something like a sarcastic smile, played with his -lips.</p> - -<p>A step behind Tecumseh towered Alaska, the Wolf-Queen, -and a wild cry rose from her throat, as she discovered Eudora, -standing beside the hermit, who seemed her mighty protector.</p> - -<p>The next moment she flung her torch to the earth, and -caught up one of her mad black wolves. Her eyes flashed -their fire upon the maiden, as she executed a forward step, -with the snarling animal poised above her head. Her mad -intention could not be mistaken. She had long been in the -habit of hurling her animals upon the objects of her vengeance, -and the white, glistening teeth were instantly buried -in that with which they came in contact.</p> - -<p>Now for Eudora’s delicate flesh were these dread fangs intended, -and before the maid could shrink, the wolf went hissing -through the air. A shriek parted the girl’s pale lips, as<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span> -the giant hermit threw himself before her, and his great hand -shot forward, to close on the animal’s throat.</p> - -<p>The Indians shrunk back, amazed at the dexterity and fearlessness -displayed by the hermit, whose teeth were gritted, and -whose eyes glared at the Wolf-Queen, as he throttled her pet -at arm’s length.</p> - -<p>Not a sound disturbed the scene, save the frantic gasps for -fleeting breath made by the dying wolf. Even Alaska stared -aghast, unable to move, and the remainder of her wolfish -guard crouched at her feet, and quietly watched the death of -their companion.</p> - -<p>At length a shudder passed over the animal’s frame, and the -hermit tossed him at Alaska’s feet.</p> - -<p>That action aroused the queen.</p> - -<p>Quick as thought she stooped and seized a second wolf, -when Tecumseh threw himself between her and the hermit.</p> - -<p>“The Lone Man will kill all Alaska’s children,” he said, -gazing straight into her eyes. “If she would save the rest, let -her give him over to Tecumseh, and he shall die in the great -lodge.”</p> - -<p>A change suddenly became visible in the mad-woman’s -eyes, and she dropped the wolf she had raised.</p> - -<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” she laughed, “the Lone Man shall be -torn to pieces by Alaska’s children in the great lodge, and the -Pale Flower and her lover shall die there, too. But, ho! ho! -who have we here? The White Wolf, ha! ha! ha!” and her -eyes fell upon the renegade, who had just emerged, dripping, -from the river.</p> - -<p>Tecumseh turned upon him.</p> - -<p>“The White Wolf is faithful,” he said. “He has captured -the white ones, and the red traitor,” and he added in a tone -unheard by Alaska, “Tecumseh will keep his promise.”</p> - -<p>A moment later the whites were bound, and Tecumseh ordered -the return to the village. As the band started forward -the hermit called the chief to his side.</p> - -<p>“The young white hunter is weak,” he said, nodding to -Mayne Fairfax, who tottered along like a drunken man. “He -fell beneath Alaska’s wolf and arrow. The Lone Man would -support the young hunter.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span></p> - -<p>Tecumseh owned a heart susceptible of pity, and he commanded -the hands of the hermit to be made free.</p> - -<p>“Now let the Lone Man support the young hunter,” he -said, returning to the head of his band, and Mayne Fairfax -acknowledged the Indian’s kindness in audible tones, as he -stepped to Hewitt’s side, and leaned upon his strong arm.</p> - -<p>During that midnight march the Shawnees taunted Oonalooska -with the fate in store for him. He maintained a taciturnity -for a long time, when a remark from Tecumseh drew -forth the words that bubbled to his lips.</p> - -<p>The chief called his red prisoner the son of a sorcerer, for -against the father of Oonalooska, Tecumseh had long borne -a silent hatred.</p> - -<p>The words stung Oonalooska to the quick.</p> - -<p>“If Oonalooska’s father does talk with Watchemenetocs, -he never gave a poor Pale Flower a head as empty as the hollow -of his hand—he never made a prisoner a devil!”</p> - -<p>A flash of rage overspread Tecumseh’s face, and he wheeled -with uplifted tomahawk.</p> - -<p>“Strike!” hissed Oonalooska, shooting him a glance of resignation. -“Oonalooska is ready to enter the great lodge -among the stars. Yes, yes, Tecumseh’s father struck a squaw, -and made her a—”</p> - -<p>He suddenly paused, for the eyes of Alaska fell upon him.</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh will not strike the traitor!” said the great Indian, -suddenly lowering the hatchet, and becoming wonderfully -calm. “He will see him die in the village—not by fire, -no, not by fire, for Tecumseh never burns an enemy.”</p> - -<p>Again the march was resumed, with Tecumseh thoughtful, -at the head of the band.</p> - -<p>By degrees Oonalooska approached the hermit, and at -length walked at his side.</p> - -<p>“Oona,” said Hewitt, in the lowest of whispers, “when -struck Tecumseh’s father a white-face?”</p> - -<p>“Many, oh, so many moons ago, when the ground was -white with feathers that fell from great birds in the clouds,” -was the figurative answer, as softly uttered as the question -had been.</p> - -<p>“Where is the pale-face now?”</p> - -<p>“She walks with her wolves,” was the reply, and the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span> -speaker bestowed a look upon Alaska, whose tranquil, almost -thoughtful countenance breathed not of insanity.</p> - -<p>Hewitt raised his eyes to a contemplation of her face, vividly -revealed by the glare of the torch borne by the brave in -advance of her.</p> - -<p>The workings of his countenance told that memory was -busy, and, as he turned his eyes from the lunatic, his lips -parted.</p> - -<p>“So like, yet so unlike,” he murmured. “Oh, my God, can -it be?—no, no, I will not think thus, and yet those lips—those -lips—God, why did I fly my home that fearful night?” he -suddenly interrupted himself, and a moment later he groaned. -“But my boy—my Edgar. Oh Heaven, does he live? Oonalooska!”</p> - -<p>The Indian touched the hermit’s arm significantly.</p> - -<p>“Oona, whence came poor mad Alaska?”</p> - -<p>Oonalooska started at the hermit’s tone.</p> - -<p>“From the great land beyond the northern Kiskepila Sepe,<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>” -he answered.</p> - -<p>“From Virginia,” murmured Hewitt, “the land where I -was happy once. Oona?”</p> - -<p>“Hush!” whispered the captive brave as a shout burst from -the vanguard. “The Shawnees are near their lodges.”</p> - -<p>A moment later, the prisoners gained the summit of a -high knoll, and, in the center of the valley that turned away -from its foot, nestled the Indian village, upon which the day -was breaking.</p> - -<p>Suddenly Alaska turned upon the hermit.</p> - -<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” she laughed, pointing toward the village. -“Yonder the Lone Man and his friends will feel the fangs of -Alaska’s children.”</p> - -<p>Never before, in the broad light of noon, had Hewitt been -so near the mad-woman, and as her eyes fell upon him he -started back, exclaiming:</p> - -<p>“My God! dispel my dreadful doubts. More like one, -once beloved by me, she grows!”</p> - -<p>And the queen laughed more discordantly at his words, -whose import she did not comprehend.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VIII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER VIII</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">JIM GIRTY TRIUMPHS.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Jim Girty</span>, the renegade, lowered fierce looks upon the -hermit, as the band marched toward the village, and once or -twice his fingers clutched his tomahawk, whose keen edge he -would fain have buried in the giant’s brain. But he dared not -strike, for Hewitt was Tecumseh’s prisoner, and he bided his -time for vengeance.</p> - -<p>When Tecumseh returned to his lodge, after the destructive, -mysterious shots, Girty effected a reconciliation with him, -and was released. The renegade at once entered into the -plans of the chief for the recapture of the whites, and led a -band of braves to the banks of the Scioto to cut off their escape -in that direction. For he knew that the hermit would -never inhabit a cave without more than one avenue of escape, -and his belief was verified, as the reader has witnessed.</p> - -<p>Before departing on his mission, he had exacted from Tecumseh -an oath to the effect that Eudora, if recaptured, should -not be delivered over to the Wolf-Queen; but, on the contrary, -should remain his prisoner, as before.</p> - -<p>On the confines of the Indian “town” great numbers of -women and children greeted the triumphant band, but Tecumseh -would not permit a single birch to be applied to the persons -of his prisoners.</p> - -<p>Straight to the council-house marched the august chief -and an imperative wave of the hand summoned the warriors -to their accustomed positions.</p> - -<p>Alaska followed, but paused without the line of braves, and -fixed her eyes upon Tecumseh.</p> - -<p>“The white-faces and the red traitor shall be tried at -once,” said the chief, striding to the center of the structure. -“The Pale Flower is White Chief’s prisoner. Now let Tecumseh’s -chiefs speak.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span></p> - -<p>For a moment silence reigned, and then the renegade -strode from his position.</p> - -<p>His baleful eyes flashed hatred upon the prisoners, who -stood bound, near the center post of the council-house, -and his words sounded like icy drops falling upon red-hot -iron.</p> - -<p>“The White Chief speaks for death,” he cried, “for death -at the stake! The pale-faces and the red-skinned traitor have -slain two of Tecumseh’s bravest chiefs. Shall they long escape -the doom they merit? I will claim my prisoner,” and -he strode toward Eudora. “Ha! girl!” he hissed, in her -ear, as his great hand closed on her delicate arm, “you never -dreamed that I am in league with powers not of earth. All -the powers of heaven and hell can not baffle Jim Girty. You -are mine—mine—mine! That word is sweeter to me than -wildwood honey.”</p> - -<p>“One word with her before we part,” said Mayne Fairfax, -smothering his rage, and stepping towards Eudora. “If -God permits devils to triumph, then we never meet again. -Eudora—”</p> - -<p>The captive turned, but ere Fairfax could execute another -step nearer her, Girty’s arm shot from his shoulder, and the -young hunter went to the earth like a stricken statue.</p> - -<p>“There! weakling!” cried the brute, darting a fierce look -upon his fallen foe. “I’ll teach you how to interfere in -other people’s business. Lay still there, or I’ll kick you to -pieces.”</p> - -<p>And again grasping Eudora’s arm, he hurried her toward -the further end of the council-house.</p> - -<p>The blow worked the hermit into a terrible passion, and -had his hands then been free, the renegade would have paid -dearly for the insult. Even mad Alaska did not witness the -scene without emotion, for she suddenly stooped and raised -one of her wolves above her head. But a look from Tecumseh, -to whom she looked as though for authority, subdued her -passion, and the animal was returned to his companions.</p> - -<p>After a while, Mayne Fairfax regained his senses, and -drew himself to his feet, by the aid of Hewitt’s garments.</p> - -<p>“Oh, if I were free, boy!” whispered the giant, “I would -walk across this council-house and choke that devil to death<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span> -But his time is coming. Hark! a new arrival!” and the hermit -listened to the shouts nearing them from beyond the collection -of lodges.</p> - -<p>The shouts rapidly increased in distinctness, and presently -the new-comers burst upon the sight of all.</p> - -<p>The party consisted of three half-naked braves, and Tecumseh’s -famous brother, the Prophet.</p> - -<p>Through his devilish incantations, Laulewasikaw swayed -the Indian mind to no common degree, and, sooner than disobey -his commands, the Shawnees would have plucked their -eyes from their sockets, or severed their most useful members.</p> - -<p>His arrival was quite unexpected, and Tecumseh’s countenance -told that he would rather that Laulewasikaw were at -that time in his lodge at Greenville.</p> - -<p>The Prophet advanced to the center of the house, and -greeted the warriors assembled, then strode to Tecumseh, with -whom he conversed for a short time in low tones. It was -plainly manifest that the conversation was not agreeable to -Tecumseh, for Laulewasikaw suddenly turned from him and -sought Jim Girty.</p> - -<p>“The council must proceed!” cried Tecumseh, intending, -if possible, to prevent a conversation between his brother and -the renegade. “The pale-faces must die, and the braves -know that Tecumseh burns no prisoners at the tree. What, -then, shall be their doom?”</p> - -<p>After a moment of deathly silence, several chiefs arose and -declared for <em>crawling</em> the gantlet, which punishment found -favor in the eyes of Tecumseh.</p> - -<p>“We will hear from Laulewasikaw, our Prophet,” said the -renegade. “He will talk with the Manitou.”</p> - -<p>Tecumseh frowned at this, but he dared not cross the path -of his brother, the red sorcerer.</p> - -<p>The Prophet left Girty’s side and walked to the middle -ground. His single eye threw fierce glances at the three -prisoners, calmly awaiting their doom, and he knew that they -were in his power. His sorcery could doom them to any -death desirable.</p> - -<p>He drew a small bundle of sticks, tied with deer-thongs, -beneath his long robe, and spread them upon the ground,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span> -each the distance of several inches from its neighbors. Then -after mumbling some gibberish with upturned face, and hands -crossed upon his breast, he applied fire to the first stick. It -burned freely, and was soon consumed. Another and another -followed it to an ashy state, until every stick, save one, was -consumed, and the last stubbornly refused to burn!</p> - -<p>All eyes were centered upon the Prophet, during this heathenish -specimen of his sorcery, and around the lips of Tecumseh -played a smile of contempt.</p> - -<p>In the great Shawnee’s mind there always existed a disbelief -in sorcery, and at times he was outspoken against the -black arts his brother practiced. But, in a convocation of his -chiefs and warriors, he never dared to declaim against Laulewasikaw.</p> - -<p>After several efforts—persistent ones they seemed to all -save the prisoners—to fire the last and stubborn stick, the -Prophet rose to his feet.</p> - -<p>“The great Prophet of the Manitou will speak the doom -of the pale lips, and their brother, the red traitor. The Manitou -speaks through Laulewasikaw: ‘<em>The skin must be torn -from their bodies, when the Manitou’s lights appear, and then -they must burn!</em>’”</p> - -<p>This terrible doom sent a thrill to every heart beneath the -roof of the council-house, and drew a shriek from Eudora’s -bloodless lips.</p> - -<p>“My God!” cried Fairfax with pallid cheeks—for well -might that sentence, which even Tecumseh could not affect, -drive the color from the bravest face. “Flayed alive, and then -burned!”</p> - -<p>All knew that such a doom had resulted from Laulewasikaw’s -brief conversation with the renegade.</p> - -<p>Tecumseh made an effort to throw it aside. He argued eloquently -against its brutality, but all to no effect. He reminded -his braves that since he became a chief no prisoner had -died at the stake, and to sustain his honour, he hoped that -their votes would sustain him.</p> - -<p>Briefly, sneeringly, and bitterly Laulewasikaw replied:</p> - -<p>“Dared the Shawnees disobey the commands of the Great -Spirit? If so, let them abide the consequences, which would -prove swift and terrible.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span></p> - -<p>Seeing himself defeated, Tecumseh turned his back upon -his brother, and commanded the voting to proceed.</p> - -<p>The sole ballot, a great club, upon which were carved many -devices intelligible only to the savage mind, was handed to the -nearest warrior. Around the circle it swiftly passed. Those -who decided for death by crawling the gantlet, struck the -earth once with the club; those who decided for the dreadful -doom pronounced by the sorcerer, bestowed two blows upon -<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">terra-firma</i>.</p> - -<p>Our friends held their breath as the club went round the living, -doomful circle, and ere it returned to him who first handed -it, they read the decision.</p> - -<p>Nearly twenty braves had the manhood to sustain Tecumseh’s -honor; but the others, slaves to the prophet’s cunning, -decided the vote.</p> - -<p><em>Flayed alive and then burned!</em></p> - -<p>The result was hailed with gleeful shouts by the concourse -of squaws assembled beyond the circle of warriors.</p> - -<p>“To the strong lodge with the prisoners!” commanded Tecumseh, -vainly trying to bridle his rage. “Great Spirit, know -that Tecumseh does not sanction the work of Watchemenetoc.”</p> - -<p>Among the braves who sprung forward to obey his command -was the renegade, who did not attempt to conceal his -triumph.</p> - -<p>“<em>I</em> hold the best hand, now,” he hissed, as he paused before -the giant hermit. “I’ll blunt the keen edge of my knife, -and it will <em>tear</em> the covering from your heart.”</p> - -<p>The hermit gritted his teeth, and something like a tremor -passed over his frame. It was the tremor attesting the gathering -of his Samsonian strength. The next moment, his bonds -burst with a sharp noise, and his fingers griped Jim Girty’s -throat!</p> - -<p>Tighter and tighter grew the terrible grip; Girty’s eyes -stared wildly at his foe, his tongue protruded from his throat, -and his color changed to a sickly hue.</p> - -<p>Tecumseh smiled at Hewitt’s action, and looked for Alaska; -but she and her wolves stood not among the throng of -women.</p> - -<p>For some moments the savages gazed upon the scene spellbound,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span> -when, with sudden impulse, they sprung at the giant. -A score of hands grasped his arm, and, unresisting, he let -Girty slide from his grip to the earth, where he lay blackened -and motionless.</p> - -<p>The next moment they were being hurried toward the -prison-lodge, there to await their dreadful doom.</p> - -<p>“I guess I’ve choked that devil to death,” whispered Hewitt -to the weak young hunter, whom he supported at his side. -“But I guess, too, that we’re in for it to-night, unless something -mighty uncommon turns up. I thought that mad-woman -would do something for us; but I reckon that she sees -revenge in the fate proclaimed for us by the man she hates. -Oh! I’d like to know who she is; but I guess that I will -never know now.”</p> - -<p>A few minutes later, the door of the strong hut closed behind -them.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IX"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER IX</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">ONE OF ALASKA’S WHIMS.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">While</span> the Shawnee council was deciding the doom of the -three hunters, Alaska silently left the spot, and sought her -wigwam. Her countenance bore but few traces of insanity. -The wild fire of lunacy had grown dim in her eyes, and a -casual observer would have believed her possessed of sanity.</p> - -<p>From a cache beneath several strips of bark, comprising a -portion of the floor of her lodge, she drew some large pieces -of illy-cooked venison which she fed to her wolves that -crowded around, eager for their daily repast.</p> - -<p>“Ah! my children!” she cried, as piece after piece of venison -dropped into the red mouths; “the White Chief would -cheat you out of the meat of the pale-faces, and Oonalooska, -the red traitor. Shall he do it? The giant slew Lupino, -your brother, and now he is among our lodges. Hist!” and -springing to her feet, she bounded to the door of the wigwam.</p> - -<p>“The council is ended, and the red-men conduct the three<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span> -pale men to the strong lodge. But, ha! ha! ha! why leans -the White Chief on the shoulder of Laulewasikaw? He walks -as though he were drunk with the fire-water of the pale-faces -in Chillicothe. And the White Lily walks beside Kalaska, to -the White Chief’s lodge. Why is all this? Alaska’s ears -must hear it!” and from the lodge she bounded toward the -party who were just leaving the council-house.</p> - -<p>“Whose fingers closed on White Chief’s throat?” she demanded -of the Prophet, when her eye—once more fired with -insanity—fell upon the renegade’s throat.</p> - -<p>“The giant pale-face,” answered the sorcerer. “He dies to-night.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, curse him!” hissed Jim Girty, placing his hand on -his throat, which still bore the marks of Hewitt’s fingers, “I’ll -file teeth in my knife, and by Heaven! I’ll saw his skin off -by inches! Then I’ll throw him to Alaska’s wolves.”</p> - -<p>The renegade’s words did not please the mad queen.</p> - -<p>“When the White Chief throws the Lone Man to Alaska’s -children, his flesh would be cold,” she said. “They shall not -touch him after the White Chief’s knife has robbed him of -his skin. They shall tear his throat, and the throats, too, of -the young hunter and Oonalooska.”</p> - -<p>“Curse her mad whims!” grated Girty, motioning the -Prophet to resume his march.</p> - -<p>Alaska did not follow, but turned on her heel and resought -her lodge.</p> - -<p>“The White Chief must keep his eyes on Alaska,” said -Laulewasikaw, “or she will have her wolves upon the Shawnees’ -prisoners, and his knife will not touch their flesh.”</p> - -<p>“I will watch the mad she-devil,” hissed the renegade. -“When night comes, I will throw a guard around her wigwam, -and she shall be my prisoner until the bones of the -hated three become ashes beneath the stake.”</p> - -<p>“But who will be so brave as to guard Alaska and her -wolves?” asked the Prophet.</p> - -<p>The question nonplussed the renegade.</p> - -<p>“Ah! the White Chief is puzzled!” said Laulewasikaw; -“but the Great Prophet of the Shawnees can cut the sinews. -In his paint-bag he carries the juice of a leaf that kills.”</p> - -<p>The eyes of the renegade lighted up with a new, fierce<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span> -fire, and he bade the Prophet keep silent until some future -time.</p> - -<p>The remainder of the distance to the renegade’s lodge was -traversed in silence, and again Eudora found herself beneath -Jim Girty’s roof.</p> - -<p>“My throat feels better, now,” he said. “Oh, curse that -giant villain; his hand seemed a mighty vice moved by some -infernal machinery, and I saw every star that ever glittered -in the sky since the creation. Now let Laulewasikaw speak -of the leaf that kills.”</p> - -<p>Thus spoke the renegade when the twain found themselves -in a lodge, belonging, by the right of erection, to the -Prophet. Several guards had been stationed by Eudora’s -prison, rendering her escape impossible.</p> - -<p>Before the Prophet answered Girty, he drew a bunch of -leaves from his medicine-pouch, and bruised them between -two small, flat stones. A greenish liquid exuded from the -leaves, and into this the Indian dipped his finger.</p> - -<p>“Long ago Laulewasikaw discovered the juice that kills,” -said the Prophet, looking up at Girty, who had watched his -movements with feverish impatience. “Now let the White -Chief and a trusty brave go to Alaska’s lodge, and let him -throw to her wolves venison drunk with the juice of Watchemenetoc’s -plant. Without her wolves, Alaska can do nothing.”</p> - -<p>“I fear not the mad queen,” said Girty; “but her -wolves.”</p> - -<p>“Has the White Chief a brave in his band who is not -afraid to enter Alaska’s lodge?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Girty, quickly. “Newaska is welcome to -Alaska’s lodge. Her wolves wag their tails when he approaches.”</p> - -<p>“Ah! he shall go!” cried the Prophet. “When the sun -goes down he must go to the queen’s lodge, and awhile after -he has sat down in the midst of her children, we will take -the prisoners to the forest.”</p> - -<p>“I will seek Newaska at once,” cried the renegade, springing -to his feet. “My hour of triumph over all I hate is at -hand, and once more Jim Girty will be enemyless!”</p> - -<p>The Prophet remained in the lodge, and a short time<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span> -after the renegade’s departure, a young brave entered the -structure.</p> - -<p>It was Newaska, the young warrior deputed to poison -Alaska’s wolves.</p> - -<p>For a number of years the young Shawnee had been a -favorite of the Wolf-Queen’s; often he had slept in her double -lodge, and caressed the lupine gang whose fangs were harmless -playthings to him. But, by and by Jim Girty drew him -into his band of merciless braves, and Newaska became the -renegade’s most pliant tool.</p> - -<p>To the Prophet, by the poisoner, the White Chief sent -several pieces of venison, into which the sorcerer infused a -quantity of the juice of the deadly nightshade.</p> - -<p>“Now,” said he, “Newaska will throw the venison to -Alaska’s children, and step from her lodge.”</p> - -<p>“When does it send them on the trail of death?” asked -the young brave, thrusting the meat into a pouch beneath his -robe.</p> - -<p>“Before Newaska can repeat the names of the chiefs of -his nation,” was the reply. “He must get Alaska beyond -his sight before he feeds her children.”</p> - -<p>“Newaska will work like the serpent,” said the brave, and -glided from the Prophet’s lodge.</p> - -<p>Meanwhile the day passed quickly to the doomed prisoners in -the strong lodge. They saw no hope with cheering lay ahead.</p> - -<p>Oonalooska was sullen and silent; and, weakened by the -scenes through which he had passed within the last twenty-four -hours, and his wounds irritated by fatigue, Mayne Fairfax -slumbered.</p> - -<p>The hermit’s spirits did not desert him. Now and then -he would walk to the heavy oaken door, shaped and hung by -Girty’s hands, whence he would shower defiant words upon -his guards.</p> - -<p>“I say,” he cried once, “did I choke the white devil to -death?”</p> - -<p>“No,” answer the only guard who replied to him; “the -White Chief is in the Prophet’s lodge.”</p> - -<p>“Still at his old trade!” returned Hewitt, “plotting -chief. I want another chance at him to-night, and I hope -and pray that I may get it.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span></p> - -<p>“The pale giant should sing his death-song,” said the -guard. “The great light of the Manitou nears the hills, and -when the lesser lights come forth, we will lead the three to -the trees.”</p> - -<p>“Where’s Tecumseh?”</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh sits in his lodge. He has spoken against the -great Prophet, and the Manitou is angry with him. He -can not save the enemies of the Shawnees from being skinned -and burned.”</p> - -<p>Hewitt knew that, and turned from the door.</p> - -<p>In silence another hour passed, and through the crevices -our three friends saw the light fade, and the stars come -forth.</p> - -<p>Suddenly many feet approached the prison, and the -door was thrown open. A band of four-score warriors, -headed by Jim Girty, greeted the eyes of the trio, and soon -they were marching to the already blackened trees, at -which more than one brave life had gone out amid flames.</p> - -<p>“See!” cried Girty, thrusting into the hermit’s face, a blade -which he had converted into a saw. “Didn’t I say that I -would <em>saw</em> your skin off? By heaven! I’m going to do -more than that! You shall eat that weakling’s heart;” and -the brute’s hand pointed at Mayne Fairfax.</p> - -<p>“Courage, boy, courage!” whispered the hermit, as the -renegade returned to the head of the band. “If they just -free my hands a moment, I’ll rid the world of a devil. I’ll -make sure work of him, this time.”</p> - -<p>“I fear not death!” answered the young man. “But the -thought that I must leave Eudora in the hands of that demon. -Oh, it is terrible!”</p> - -<p>As the band hurried through the village Hewitt noticed -the absence of the women and children, who always showed -themselves on such occasions.</p> - -<p>Regarding their absence he questioned a Shawnee, who -walked at his side.</p> - -<p>“The squaws are at the trees,” was the reply, “and there, -too, stand all the warriors, waiting to see the captives die.”</p> - -<p>The band was near Alaska’s lodge, when, suddenly, the -yelp of a wolf, quickly followed by a human voice, half-shriek—half-groan, -fell distinctly upon the ears of all.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span></p> - -<p>“That means something,” whispered Hewitt to the young -hunter, and in the darkness Oonalooska’s finger pressed the -giant’s shoulder.</p> - -<p>The strange cry caused the renegade to start, and he and -the Prophet exchanged fearful glances.</p> - -<p>A moment later the captives were hurried forward on a -run!</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_X"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER X</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE FATE OF WELL-LAID PLANS.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p>“<span class="smcap">Newaska</span> is welcome to Alaska’s lodge,” and the mad -queen smiled as she led the young sub-chief to a couch of -skins. “A moon has faded since he darkened Alaska’s door -and her children have looked a long time for him in vain. -See how glad they are to meet him!”</p> - -<p>The brave stroked the shaggy backs of the animals that -gathered around, manifesting signs of joy at his return, and -the Wolf-Queen looked admiringly on.</p> - -<p>“When do the pale-faces die?” asked Alaska.</p> - -<p>“When the Manitou trims his fires,” replied Newaska. -“The White Chief has promised to tell Alaska when the -hour comes.”</p> - -<p>“The White chief is a serpent,” hissed the mad-woman. -“If he could, he would deceive Alaska, but she will triumph -over him at last. Newaska, whence came the giant hunter?”</p> - -<p>“From his hole in the ground, as Alaska well knows,” -was the reply.</p> - -<p>“Alaska knows that, but whence came he <em>to</em> his hole in -the earth?”</p> - -<p>“Newaska knows not. Why does Alaska ask?”</p> - -<p>The queen pressed her hands against her temples, and for -a long time was silent, while the light of reason illumined her -countenance.</p> - -<p>It surprised Newaska.</p> - -<p>“Oh, once Alaska’s head was not sore,” she said, expressing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span> -insanity in her feeble way. “A long time—many moons ago, -she saw eyes as black as the big hermit’s. Alaska had a little -boy once. But see! dark shadows flit apast Alaska’s door.” -Thus suddenly interrupting herself, she drew aside the curtain -of skins that served for a door, and beheld a gang of women -and children hurrying toward the northern confines of the -village.</p> - -<p>“Whither go the squaws and young warriors of the Shawnees?” -she asked, turning suddenly upon Newaska. “Do they -seek the stakes?”</p> - -<p>“No,” answered the Shawnee, “they go to the wood to cut -boughs for their fires. Did Alaska not notice that each squaw, -and even the young Shawnees, bore a knife?”</p> - -<p>“Alaska’s eyes were not shut,” the Wolf-Queen replied, -not satisfied—as her manner indicated—with Newaska’s artful -answer. “Alaska will go abroad—for the White Chief may -<em>forget</em> to tell me when they lead the captives to the -trees.”</p> - -<p>“Let Alaska remain,” cried the deputed poisoner, springing -to his feet and grasping the mad queen’s arm. “If Alaska -will retire to her sleeping room, Newaska will go and discover -when they lead the prisoners forth. The White Chief -would be angry, were our queen to seek him ere he put on his -torture dress. Will Alaska obey Newaska?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” was the reply, and the fire in her eyes suddenly -went out.</p> - -<p>“Alaska will remain in her sleeping-room till Newaska returns. -He can take her wolves with him if he chooses. They -will follow Newaska.”</p> - -<p>“Newaska will take the wolves,” said the brave, as Alaska -disappeared beyond the skin partition that divided the two -apartments. “But first he will put a collar on Letheto.”</p> - -<p>The treacherous red-skin possessed the Wolf-Queen’s entire -confidence, and, under pretext of collaring Letheto, he prepared -for his work.</p> - -<p>He first stepped to the door and heard the tramp of the -band that bore the doomed captives to the fatal trees that -crowned the hills above the “town.”</p> - -<p>“Newaska must to work,” he muttered, “and when the -White Chief passes the wigwam he will join him.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span></p> - -<p>He drew the meat from his pouch, and threw it before the -mad queen’s wolves. With one accord, the lupine band -dashed for it, and one of the largest secured it. The effect -began immediately, for the wolf retired to one corner of the -room and laid down. Another piece of meat quickly followed -the first, and a second wolf slunk from the gang, never -to rejoin it again.</p> - -<p>Not a sound came from the apartment to which Alaska -had retired, and the prisoner congratulated himself on his -success.</p> - -<p>“Here, Letheto,” he called to the fiercest of the wolves, -extending a hunk of the poisoned venison to the monster -creature. “Newaska—”</p> - -<p>There was a sudden parting of the curtains, and the wolves -mistress appeared!</p> - -<p>“Why tarries Newaska in Alaska’s lodge?” she demanded, -gazing upon the savage’s fearful face, revealed by the light -thrown out from the dying fire in the center of the lodge. -“Ha! he fears Alaska’s wolves. Does he not know that no -hand save Alaska’s shall give them meat?”</p> - -<p>Before an answer could be framed, a terrible light shot from -the mad queen’s distended eyes, and her bony hand closed on -the prisoner’s throat.</p> - -<p>A cry, half-shriek, half-groan, welled from Newaska’s heart, -as the fingers tightened on his throat, and he felt himself -hurled back.</p> - -<p>The next moment several heavy weights fell upon him; -he felt dreadful fangs pulling at his throat; then sense left -him; he gasped once or twice, a tremor crept over his frame, -and life was ended for Newaska.</p> - -<p>Alaska tried to save the young chief when it was too late—when -Letheto’s sharp teeth had severed his jugulars, for it -seemed that not until then did she recognize his danger.</p> - -<p>“See!” she cried, as she tore the wolves from the inanimate -but still warm body, “he killed two of Alaska’s children! -He killed them with his meat! Oh, why did the Great Spirit -permit this? Alaska never harmed Newaska! When he -became one of White Chief’s braves, she did not say no. -White Chief! Oh, he did this—he, the child of Watchemenetoc.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span></p> - -<p>As she finished, she caught the two dead wolves in her -arms, and darted from the lodge.</p> - -<p>Beyond its portals she paused, and a minute later was about -to dart toward the renegade’s lodge, when voices came to her -ears from the hills to her right.</p> - -<p>“They are at the trees!” she cried. “White Chief’s knife -shall not strip the captives’ skins off. Alaska’s head is hot -now, and her wolves must drink of the white man’s blood.”</p> - -<p>The last sentence was uttered while she bounded from the -village, followed by the nine remaining wolves of her once -invincible band.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>“Strip the white louts!” commenced Jim Girty, furious -with hellish anticipation, as he halted on one of the wooded -hills crowned by a large concourse of women and children, -whose whetted knives and repulsive faces told how eager they -were to dye their hands in the captives’ blood.</p> - -<p>To the waists our three friends were hurriedly stripped, and -bound to as many trees.</p> - -<p>The squaws had built several large fires, which lent a tragic -coloring that is indescribable to the nocturnal scene, and -it was with great difficulty on the part of Girty and the Prophet, -that they could be restrained from rushing upon the -prisoners in a body and hacking them to pieces. But the -renegade threw a line of warriors between them and the trees, -and impatiently awaited the completion of the stripping process.</p> - -<p>“Now!” he shouted, with fiendish glee, springing forward -at last with the saw-blade flashing above his head, “I will -skin the Giant devil, and then the Shawnees can torture the -red traitor, and the weakling!”</p> - -<p>Hewitt regarded the renegade with a calm look, as he strode -forward, hissing his triumph from between clenched teeth.</p> - -<p>“I told you so, you giant white dog. Now for a square -inch of your accursed hide.”</p> - -<p>The ragged blade descended; it had touched Hewitt’s -breast, and was red with his blood, when a shout greeted the -renegade’s ears.</p> - -<p>“Alaska!”</p> - -<p>A frightful oath, that would have shamed devils, shot from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span> -Jim Girty’s lips, and, as he turned with crimsoned blade, he -saw the crowd making way for the mad queen, clothed in a -passion born in Pandemonium.</p> - -<p>He turned to the Prophet with a mute appeal for aid, but -Laulewasikaw shrunk from the crazy woman, and hid himself -behind a tree.</p> - -<p>The Shawnees had never beheld Alaska in such a frenzy -and, with shrieks, they fled from her, as though she were living -contagion.</p> - -<p>Even the bravest warrior fled like a frightened deer, and -the forest resounded with flying footsteps.</p> - -<p>Jim Girty could not fly. The sight of the mad-woman -riveted him to the spot, and his knees smote one another, -even as Belshazzar’s smote at his doom on the palace -walls.</p> - -<p>Suddenly at his feet Alaska threw the poisoned wolves, -and fastened her gaze upon his icy face, where cold sweatdrops -were forming.</p> - -<p>“The White Chief sent Newaska with poisoned meat to -Alaska’s lodge!” she hissed. “There lies Newaska’s work! -The red snake lies in Alaska’s wigwam, with great holes in -his throat.”</p> - -<p>As she spoke, she neared Girty, holding a writhing wolf -above her head.</p> - -<p>“Letheto’s fangs shall kiss each other in White Chief’s -throat!” she continued, and the wolf was lowered.</p> - -<p>With his eyes starting from their sockets, Girty, devoid of -volition, awaited his doom.</p> - -<p>The wolf’s hot breath almost scorched his face, and, as the -jaws flew open to close on his throat, Tecumseh sprung to -Alaska’s side.</p> - -<p>The renegade drew a breath of relief.</p> - -<p>“Alaska must not slay the White Chief,” said the sachem, -calmly meeting the fiery gaze she shot at him.</p> - -<p>“Why?”</p> - -<p>“Long ago he snatched Tecumseh’s son from the waves -of the Scioto.”</p> - -<p>Almost instantly the frenzy abated, which was a wonderful -proof of the influence Tecumseh possessed over poor, -mad Alaska.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span></p> - -<p>“Alaska loves Tecumseh,” she said; “but the captives?” -and her eyes fell upon the trio at the trees.</p> - -<p>Tecumseh’s gaze followed the mad queen’s, but he said -nothing.</p> - -<p>“Let them be Alaska’s prisoners,” suddenly cried the -Wolf-Queen. “Let them return to the strong lodge, and -when Alaska has mourned for her two children, killed by -Newaska, she will deal with them.”</p> - -<p>“Thus it shall be,” said Tecumseh, and, at his command, -the three prisoners were taken from the stakes.</p> - -<p>Theirs was a miraculous escape, and Hewitt saw a kind -light in Tecumseh’s eyes, as he turned toward the village.</p> - -<p>Unknown to the renegade, Tecumseh and his body-guard -of tried braves had glided into the forest, for the purpose, if -it were possible, to save the captives from the terrible death, -so against his feelings.</p> - -<p>“We’re free, yet prisoners, boy,” whispered Hewitt to Fairfax, -as he walked along. “But so long as that Jim Girty -lives our lives hang on threads. I wish he’d let Tecumseh’s -little greaser drown, and then Alaska would have killed -him. Did the devils tear your linen off when they stripped -me?”</p> - -<p>“Yes; but I don’t mind it,” said Mayne, with a smile. -“Our escape drives my hurts from my mind. I am saved -for Eudora yet.”</p> - -<p>The hermit sighed audibly, and called Tecumseh to his -side.</p> - -<p>He pointed to our hero’s wound.</p> - -<p>“It shall be dressed,” said the chief, and he threw his -blanket over Mayne’s shoulders, for the night-air was chilling.</p> - -<p>Alaska witnessed the humane action.</p> - -<p>“The young hunter shall go to Alaska’s lodge,” she said, -springing to Mayne’s side. “She will cure him, and make -him fat for her wolves.”</p> - -<p>A shiver crept to the young man’s heart.</p> - -<p>“Don’t say no, boy,” whispered Hewitt. “Good’ll come -of it. Go with the poor creature, and mebbe she’ll -change her mind, and make you her boy. Crazy people -take strange notions sometimes.”</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XI"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XI</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE MOLES ON THE SHOULDER.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">When</span> Alaska rekindled the fire in her lodge, a horrible -sight met Mayne Fairfax’s gaze.</p> - -<p>Stiff and bloody, in one corner of the first apartment, lay -Newaska, a terrible example of the vengeance of the wolf. -His eyes, pregnant with the stare of death, were wide extended, -and the lifeless balls seemed bursting from their sockets.</p> - -<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed the mad-woman, pointing to the -ghastly corpse. “Newaska was loved by Alaska: but he -worked for the White Chief, and her children tore the great -veins in his throat.”</p> - -<p>Her own senses—if any that mad-woman possessed—disgusted -at the horrible sight, Alaska covered the corpse with -several robes, and threw more boughs on the fire.</p> - -<p>It was now near the silent midnight hour, and not a sound -telling of the recent turmoil, came to the Wolf-Queen’s lodge, -which, while she replenished the fire, the young man took occasion -to notice. It was large and commodious, that is, in -the eye of the Indian. The birchen walls were covered with -gaudy skins, fantastically arranged, and the natural floor was -hidden by thick mats, formed by Alaska’s hands. In one -corner of the first apartment lay the stiff form of Leperto, -slain by the mysterious shot from Hewitt’s cave, and over it -stood a wolf as sentry. The guard showed his teeth as Fairfax -entered the lodge, and each one of Alaska’s children—strange -progeny for a mad-woman!—seemed eager to bury -their fangs in the young hunter’s flesh.</p> - -<p>Mayne Fairfax realized the danger he was in.</p> - -<p>Now the Wolf-Queen was calm and seemingly lucid; but -he knew not how soon the spasm of lunacy would take possession -of her injured brain, and the consequences of that -spasm he knew would be dreadful, for he was completely in -her power.</p> - -<p>For some minutes the mad queen busied herself with the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span> -fire, when all at once she turned, and, grasping Fairfax’s arm -hurried him into the inner apartment.</p> - -<p>“Let the young pale-face recline upon the wild skins,” said -Alaska, pointing to a couch, deep with finely tanned skins, and -as soft as down. “Let him rest his limbs until Alaska brings -him the meat of the deer, and puts good herbs on his wounds.”</p> - -<p>Without a word Fairfax obeyed, and the Wolf-Queen glided -from the chamber.</p> - -<p>Beyond the partition the young hunter heard her bustling -about, now and then speaking a command to the wolves, that -seemed inclined to be obstreperous.</p> - -<p>At length she returned, and placed some smoking venison -before the hunter upon a strip of bark. In a wooden vessel -she bore some steaming gruel, which seemed to infuse strength -in the hunter’s frame. Mayne Fairfax sat up on the edge of -the couch as he discussed the repast, and from him the eyes -of the queen were never drawn.</p> - -<p>“Now,” said Alaska, as the hungry hunter drained the -wooden bowl, “Alaska will dress the white-face’s wounds.”</p> - -<p>That his wounds needed attention Fairfax well knew, for -they pained him exceedingly, and falling back upon the couch -he motioned to the queen to proceed.</p> - -<p>Instantly she rose and left the apartment, but soon returned, -bearing a cup, containing many kinds of bruised herbs. -Kneeling over the hunter she drew aside his hunting-shirt, -and displayed the bandages the hermit had placed over the -wound made by her barbed shaft.</p> - -<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed the queen. “Alaska’s shaft struck -deep! and the young hunter was very near Kajai Manitou, -when the Lone Man shot Lupino.”</p> - -<p>As she spoke she continued to display the white flesh of -the hunter, and suddenly, as the hunting garments crept over -his right shoulder, she sprung to her feet with a guttural cry, -and stared at the member just exposed to view.</p> - -<p>Mayne Fairfax looked up at her in amazement, and while -he could not fathom her strange action and emotion—for her -frame quivered like an aspen’s leaf—he divined the object at -which she stared.</p> - -<p>That object was nothing but three little moles upon the -hunter’s shoulder!</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span></p> - -<p>Alaska gazed upon these spots for a moment, when she -darted from the lodge, leaving Fairfax at the mercy of her -wolves!</p> - -<p>She directed her steps toward Tecumseh’s lodge, in which -she found the mighty Shawnee partaking of some venison.</p> - -<p>He started upon the sudden entrance of the queen, and, almost -frightened at her wild look, sprung to his feet.</p> - -<p>Without speaking, Alaska clutched his arms, and pointed -toward her lodge.</p> - -<p>“She has given the young white hunter to the wolves,” was -Tecumseh’s mental ejaculation; and, a moment later, the red -and white twain were flying toward Alaska’s lodge.</p> - -<p>The appearance of their queen frightened the wolves from -a meditated attack upon the wounded hunter, and, drawing -Tecumseh into the inner room, Alaska pointed to the three -moles on the shoulder.</p> - -<p>The chief looked at it a moment, and then turned to Alaska -with an inquiring look.</p> - -<p>“Ha! ha! ha! Long ago Alaska had a little boy,” said -the mad queen. “Oh, it was long, long ago; how long -Alaska don’t know. Oh, what hurts poor Alaska’s head?” -and she covered her temples with her bony, bloodless hands.</p> - -<p>Memory would return to the poor woman, but, unaccompanied -by reason, it seemed of little account.</p> - -<p>“Yes, yes,” she cried, throwing herself before Fairfax, and -fastening her dark eyes on the three spots. “Alaska had a -little boy once, and he had three marks on his shoulder, just -like these,” and her finger touched the birth marks. “Oh, -it was many, many moons ago, when Alaska had no wolves. -But the Great Spirit has given Alaska her little boy again, -and he shall become a Shawnee—he shall not die. He shall -be King of the Wolves!”</p> - -<p>While she spoke, Tecumseh glided from the lodge, and resought -his own.</p> - -<p>“The white hunter may be Alaska’s boy,” he muttered, -“for Puekeshinwa, Tecumseh’s father, spoke thus many -snows ago. Then he will not die.”</p> - -<p>Mayne Fairfax listened a long time to Alaska’s words, before -he spoke.</p> - -<p>He knew well his parentage—that he was the child of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span> -Ronald Fairfax. His first recollections were of Fairfax -manor, and he, of course, believed himself to be a Fairfax. -The moles on his shoulder he believed to be mere accidental -counterparts of those on the person of a child loved by -Alaska before her days of lunacy—and he resolved not to -gainsay the mad queen, for the moles might prove the means -of saving his life, and perhaps instrumental in the rescue of -Eudora, and the prisoners of the strong lodge.</p> - -<p>“The white hunter is Alaska’s little boy,” he said, smiling -at the oddity of his own words, “and he will be King -of the Wolves. Let Alaska haste to make him well, and he -will tame all the wolves in the great forests, and become -their White King.”</p> - -<p>“And will Alaska’s child hate the White Chief?” she -asked, with great eagerness.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered Mayne, and he continued, inaudibly, -“God knows my heart spoke then.”</p> - -<p>His words brought a laugh to Alaska’s lips, and continually -calling him her “little boy,” she applied bruised and -emollient herbs to his wounds, and the young Virginian, assured -of his safety, so far as the mad queen’s protection went, -received new strength. With such a potent protector as she, -white nor Indian would not dare seek his life.</p> - -<p>But he was soon to be divested of that consoling thought.</p> - -<p>After his wounds were dressed, young Fairfax fell back -on the couch, and was soon enjoying the sweetest sleep he -had known for many hours.</p> - -<p>Once, between midnight and dawn, Alaska’s face looked -down upon his, upon which a stray moonbeam fell, bathing -its paleness in indescribable beauty.</p> - -<p>“Yes, yes,” she murmured, turning reluctantly away, “Co -Hago, the King of the Wolves, is Alaska’s little boy, and he -who touches a hair of his head shall go to Watchemenetoc -from the jaws of her wolves. How good the Great Spirit -was to send Alaska her boy! For many moons poor Alaska -thought that Newaska was her son, but now she knows that -her pappoose had a skin as white as the water-flowers, and -little brown spots on his arm. Guard him well, Letheto,” -she said, bestowing a look upon the gaunt brute that lay at -the entrance of the apartment, where the young hunter<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span> -slept. “He is your king, now—<em>your king</em>, I say; and if the -children of Watchemenetoc walk over you to his heart—if you -sleep at his door—Alaska will throw you to your brethren, -and they shall devour your heart.”</p> - -<p>The animal threw a glance upward, as though he understood -her, and resumed his vigil.</p> - -<p>A kind spirit was ruling Alaska now, and, for once in -many hours, Mayne Fairfax slumbered without fear of molestation, -though in the jaws of death.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XII</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">NOT YET! NOT YET!</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">When</span> the door of the strong lodge again closed on Oonalooska -and the hermit, the former thrust something into the -latter’s hands.</p> - -<p>The fingers clutched it with eagerness. It was the hilt of -a long-bladed knife!</p> - -<p>“Where did you get this, chief?” asked the hermit, in a -low tone, which, to the listening guards beyond the wall, was -a confused murmur.</p> - -<p>“When Alaska took the young white hunter to her lodge, -Okolona’s hand thrust the knife into his son’s fingers. Ah! -big hunter, the old Medicine loves his boy!”</p> - -<p>“And I thank God for that love,” fervently responded -Hewitt. “With this knife we can cut the thick bark above -our heads, and the caged birds will be free again. Oonalooska, -we must first get beyond the Shawnees’ lodge, before -we can help the young hunter and the girl.”</p> - -<p>The Indian acknowledged the giant’s argument.</p> - -<p>“Then let us escape to-night, and before another moon -we will return and rescue our friends. Alaska will not harm -that chap till his wounds have healed, and they will not heal -for two moons to come.”</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska and the Lone Man must lie in the strong -lodge until another darkness,” replied the Indian.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p> - -<p>“Why?” disappointedly questioned Hewitt.</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh’s braves will not sleep to-night. They stand -around this lodge, and when another darkness comes they will -not guard so well. Oonalooska knows this, for he has been -a guard himself.”</p> - -<p>Against his impatience, the hermit acquiesced in the -Shawnee’s words, and, hiding the knife, they threw themselves -upon the ground and went to sleep.</p> - -<p>To say that Jim Girty was chagrined over the unexpected -drift of affairs, would not express the state of his mind.</p> - -<p>He was furious—almost beside himself with rage. He appreciated -Tecumseh’s interference, which saved his life, and -he knew that the chief had canceled the debt he owed him. -Now Tecumseh owed him nothing, and <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">vice versa</i>. Though -thrown again upon his own resources, he did not despair of -ultimate success. In all his life his plots had never entirely -failed, and whenever his feet touched the sands of the gulf of -adversity, he always hoped for, plotted for, a brighter finale.</p> - -<p>To the renegade every cloud had a silver lining, which -sometimes his short-sightedness would not permit him to -see.</p> - -<p>He was angry at Laulewasikaw for the loss of Newaska, -his trustiest brave, his keenest spy, and when the Prophet -would enter his tent that night, after the scene in the wood, -he waved him back.</p> - -<p>“Let Laulewasikaw return to his lodge on the Miami,” he -said. “The White Chief is inconsolable for the loss of Newaska, -who would still have lived, had the Prophet not -come.”</p> - -<p>The words that flowed from the renegade’s lips, seemed -steeped in gall, and when he had finished, the Prophet, whose -sensibilities ofttimes a single word could wound, drew back -from Girty, and fastened his dark orbs upon his face, pale -with rage, in the soft starlight.</p> - -<p>“Laulewasikaw has served the White Chief and well,” he -said slowly, uttering every syllable distinctly. “He will serve -him no longer. Henceforth let the White Chief shut his -mouth to the great Prophet. Laulewasikaw could tell the -Shawnees that the Great Spirit demanded the White Chief’s -heart, and they would take it. But the Prophet turns not<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span> -upon the adder that he has warmed in his bosom. If it can -be guilty of ingratitude, Laulewasikaw spurns it,” and without -another word, he turned away, and sought Greenville.</p> - -<p>“Go!” hissed Girty, “I can git along without you. I -know you took me to your lodge when you found me drunk -and freezing to death, thirty odd years ago, but I’ve paid -you, old devil, for that. I gave you a barrel of whisky which -more than canceled <em>that</em> debt. Yes, yes, old fellow, we’re -square.”</p> - -<p>Finished speaking, he passed the guards and entered the -lodge where, for a moment, he listened to the regular breathings -of a slumbering person, beyond a partition of skins.</p> - -<p>“I’ve half a mind to—,” and he suddenly rose from his -couch, and stepped toward the curtains. “No,” and he paused -as abruptly as he had risen, “if I can’t eucher all my enemies, -both red and white, then I’ll have recourse to the -knife. I might kill her now, and beat them to-morrow. -Then I’d be in a pretty fix, wouldn’t I? I’ve always -come out best in the end,” and with this he resought his -couch.</p> - -<p>Nothing of interest transpired in the Shawnee village the -day that followed the night of thrilling scenes. Jim Girty -moved about among the lodges as though nothing unusual -had occurred; but Tecumseh’s warriors noticed that he kept -quite a distance from the Wolf-Queen’s wigwam. He feared -that the sight of his repulsive form would throw the mad-woman -into a frenzy, which might result fatally to him.</p> - -<p>Around the strong lodge stood Tecumseh’s trustiest braves—men -whom he dared not approach—and he must seek the -hearts of the prisoners, if he sought them at all, by proxy. -He tried to fathom Tecumseh’s feelings toward him, but, -while the chief spoke friendly, Girty noticed something lurking -behind his manner—something indicative of hatred.</p> - -<p>The interview was not prolonged, for so soon as he had felt -the chief’s heart, he returned to his lodge.</p> - -<p>“I have it at last!” and a minute later he darted from his -wigwam, much to the surprise of the guards. “I will make -mad the hearts of Nethoto and Sagasto’s squaws, and by heaven! -they will tear the captives from Alaska. Tecumseh<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span> -<em>dare</em> not interfere, then,” and with this new idea from his internal -prompter, he hurried toward the lodges of the widowed -squaws.</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>To the hermit and Oonalooska the night seemed a long -while coming.</p> - -<p>They sat in the demi-gloom of the prison cabin, and watched -the rise and fall of the god of day. True to the Shawnee’s -words, the savages relaxed their vigilance, and long ere -the shades of night fell, a portion of the guard were withdrawn, -which action left but three on duty.</p> - -<p>“Now for freedom, Oona,” said Hewitt, feeling about in the -gloom till his hand touched the savage, who was listening to -the conversation of the guards without the hut. “The Indians -are recounting their brave deeds, eh? Well, they’ll get -to fighting over them after a while; but we’ll not stay to -hear the thumps.”</p> - -<p>The Shawnee turned from the door, and a minute later, -standing upon the giant hermit’s shoulders, he was cutting a -hole in the bark above their heads.</p> - -<p>To the noisy guard the knife made no noise, and at length -Oonalooska sprung to the ground.</p> - -<p>Hewitt looked up, and saw the stars through the aperture.</p> - -<p>“Now, Oona,” he said, clambering toward the perforated -roof, “I’ll go first, and you may follow.”</p> - -<p>The escape from the cabin was effected without discovery, -and the twain moved off in the brilliant starlight.</p> - -<p>“I’d like to take the boy with us,” whispered the hermit; -“but he could never be rescued from that mad-woman and -her wolves. By and by we’ll come back, Oona, and catch the -boy out o’ her fingers somewhere. I tell you ’twould be impossible -to take him from the animal’s jaws.”</p> - -<p>“Alaska’s children have sharp teeth,” responded Oonalooska, -in the low tone that characterized the hermit’s words, -“and they know how to use them. When the Lone Man -and Oonalooska return, Okalona will get the boy to the edge -of the Shawnees’ town.”</p> - -<p>Across spots where no shadows fell, the twain were forced -to crawl on all-fours, and at length found themselves near the -confines of the village.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span></p> - -<p>“Let’s rise now,” whispered Hewitt; “that long crawl has -cramped me, and my legs feel as heavy as stones.”</p> - -<p>The brave whispered approvingly, and Hewitt sprung to -his feet. “Free at last!” he uttered, in an audible tone, for -they were fully thirty feet from the nearest lodge, and in -the shade.</p> - -<p>The next instant the Indian grasped his arm, and pulled -him to the earth.</p> - -<p>“What’s up, Oona? I—”</p> - -<p>The sight that greeted the hermit’s vision promptly terminated -the sentence he was framing.</p> - -<p>In the starlight just upon the edge of the shade, as though -they had suddenly risen from the earth, stood Alaska and a -gigantic wolf.</p> - -<p>Her appearance, so sudden, so unexpected, and at such a -time and place, startled the hermit, and he grasped the Indian’s -hand, mutely appealing for a solution of the mystery.</p> - -<p>Oonalooska was calm.</p> - -<p>“Alaska has been to the forest,” he said. “See, her arms -are full of plants. They are for the hunter’s wounds. She -never gathers plants when the sun is in the sky. The sun -dries their sap, and beneath the stars it runs like water.”</p> - -<p>“Has she seen us?” queried the hermit.</p> - -<p>“She stopped when the Lone Man said ‘Free at last!’” responded -the Indian. “Oonalooska saw Letheto prick up his -long ears. She sees us now!”</p> - -<p>“Then we are hers,” said Hewitt, with despair in his tones.</p> - -<p>“No, no,” returned the Indian. “When Oonalooska was -a boy, his father taught him to throw the knife. He has not -forgotten those lessons. He will throw the knife into Alaska’s -heart; then we can frighten Letheto away.”</p> - -<p>When the Indian finished he caught the knife by the tip -of the dagger-like blade, and drew back for the death-blow.</p> - -<p>The mad queen stood scarce twenty feet from them, with -her eyes fixed upon their forms. But she could not note -their actions, for the shade in which they crouched was too -gloomy to be minutely penetrated by the naked eye.</p> - -<p>Strange emotions swayed the hermit’s form while he gazed -upon Alaska, and listened to Oonalooska’s plan for their escape. -One blow would insure their freedom, and rid them<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span> -of the greatest foe they possessed; but Hewitt vowed that -that blow should not be given.</p> - -<p>Therefore, when the Indian’s muscles flew to the work of -speeding the knife to Alaska’s heart, Hewitt’s hand closed -around his wrist.</p> - -<p>“What means the white man?” questioned Oonalooska, -throwing a strange look into the giant’s eyes. “Is his head -cracked?”</p> - -<p>“No, no,” he answered, calmly. “Long ago the Lone Man -loved a woman who looked like poor Alaska; but she has -long been absent from him. Oonalooska shall not throw the -knife. If he would escape, let him glide away. I will become -her prisoner. Perhaps—yes, yes, she may be—”</p> - -<p>He said no more, for the Wolf Queen was approaching them.</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska pities the Lone Man,” said the Indian. “He -will remain with him, though his path leads from freedom to -the stake.”</p> - -<p>They rose to their feet, and, with a word to the wolf, Alaska -sprung forward.</p> - -<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” she laughed, not in anger, but in triumph, -“the Great Spirit has guided Oonalooska and the Lone Man -to Alaska. The Great Spirit is good to poor Alaska; he -guided her little boy to her lodge, and she is happy once -more. She will take the pale-face and red-skin back to -the strong lodge.”</p> - -<p>At her bidding, our friends turned toward their prison -again.</p> - -<p>As they walked through the rays of the morn that had just -clambered over the eastern hills, Hewitt studied the face of -the Wolf-Queen. The scrutiny took him back to the days of -his youth, and, in vision, he saw the face that he had kissed -at the altar.</p> - -<p>The Indian walked along, dogged and sullen.</p> - -<p>When they reached the prison, the guards stared aghast at -the scene, and Alaska harshly upbraided them for their negligence. -And when the twain found themselves once more -beyond the threshold of the hut, an Indian looked down upon -them from the hole in the roof!</p> - -<p>Alaska slowly returned to her lodge, seemingly unconscious -of her work.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span></p> - -<p>“Beaten by a crazy woman!” hissed a man, as he stepped -from the shadow of a lodge not far from the prison structure. -“Oh, if I had known that Alaska was abroad—but then—then -all her wolves were not with her! Curse her tricks! I -wish they were dead! But I’ve arranged things for your digestion, -my beaten chappies!” and his eyes fell upon the prison -lodge. “I’ve inflamed the vengeful passions of the widowed -squaws, and at any hour they may take you from your -prison and tear your hearts out. I’ll begin on you, and finish -on Alaska and the weakling. Oh, I’m a devil, I am!”</p> - -<p>And with a fiendish expression darkening his face, he -sneaked toward his own lodge.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XIII</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE BAFFLED RENEGADE.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Jim Girty</span>, the renegade, was elate with anticipated triumph -when he left the lodge of the widowed squaws.</p> - -<p>He had succeeded in inflaming their revengeful passions -and their fingers itched to clutch the captives’ throats.</p> - -<p>“When Tecumseh sleeps, we will come to the strong lodge, -bind his braves, take the captives into the dark woods, and -burn them with fire,” cried the stalwart Amasqua, one of the -stricken chief’s squaws. “We will do more.”</p> - -<p>“What will Amasqua and her women do?” asked Girty.</p> - -<p>“We will tear the white weakling from Alaska’s wolves, -and burn him with the other captives.”</p> - -<p>“Amasqua and her women must be wary,” said the renegade, -“Alaska’s children bite.”</p> - -<p>“We will first transfix them with arrows.”</p> - -<p>“Ah!” ejaculated Girty, “then Amasqua can take the -white lout’s heart.”</p> - -<p>Thus was the plot for the violent death of our three male -friends concocted, and it is not to be wondered that the renegade -returned to his lodge with heart elate.</p> - -<p>During the short interval that elapsed between his return<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span> -and dawn, he slept but little, and when the first streak of day -penetrated the village he sprung from his couch.</p> - -<p>After glancing into Eudora’s apartment, and finding her -still asleep, he set to work cleaning his rifle.</p> - -<p>“I may need the gun,” he said in an undertone, “and now -above all times it should be cleaned. Tecumseh says -that weak lout is Alaska’s child. Who’d have thought -that crazy hag would take such an outlandish notion? Her -boy! So am I, then, and I know that I am old enough to -be her father. Curse the weakling! If he hadn’t come into -these parts, I’d ’a’ been enjoying myself with the girl—after -the Indian fashion she would have been my wife. And -then that crazy hag would not be against me. Oh! curse -that boy!”</p> - -<p>As he uttered the imprecation, he dashed a fierce look toward -Alaska’s lodge, plainly visible from his own.</p> - -<p>“If the lout would show himself now, I’d shoot him,” hissed -Girty, “ay, and none could tell whence the shot came, for -all save my guards still sleep. Why don’t he take an airing? -I wish—Ha! have I no more than to wish?”</p> - -<p>As if intent upon the gratification of the renegade’s desires, -Mayne Fairfax parted the curtains of Alaska’s lodge, and -stepped beyond the threshold, where he paused to enjoy the -beauties of the morning.</p> - -<p>“It’s your last airing, my boy,” hissed Girty, quickly -throwing the different parts of his rifle into their proper -places, while the fiendish light of revenge lit up his countenance -with a lividness as horrible as unnatural. “I’ll forestall -the mad squaws in a portion of their work!”</p> - -<p>Stepping aside, that he might not be perceived by his intended -victim, Girty rammed a bullet home, and again returned -to the curtain.</p> - -<p>Unsuspicious of danger, our young hero still stood before -Alaska’s lodge. His keen eyes seemed to be employed in surveying -the village, no doubt for future action.</p> - -<p>With a muttered oath the renegade drew his gun to his -shoulder, and his eye glanced along the freshly-polished -barrel.</p> - -<p>“Shall I take him atween the eyes or through the heart?” -he asked, self-communingly. “I want to make a dead shot—I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span> -want to keep up my reputation as such, and if I fire at his -heart I might fail. I can see his forehead; his accursed -heart is hidden.”</p> - -<p>Then he elevated the gun just the least degree, and threw -all his energies into the drawing of the “bead” upon Fairfax’s -forehead.</p> - -<p>“Now—here—you—go!” muttered Girty, and his finger -pressed the trigger.</p> - -<p>The last word still quivered his lips when something -sprung past him, and the rifle was knocked from his grasp.</p> - -<p>“Hell and Furies!” yelled Girty, darting to his feet, and -clutching the swan-like throat of the girl who fearlessly confronted -him. “You’re a she-wolf, and, curse you, I’ve a -mind to throttle you!”</p> - -<p>She could not speak, but her look was indicative of triumph -over the brute.</p> - -<p>At length he released her, and, shorn of her strength by -his vice-like grip, Eudora fell to the ground.</p> - -<p>“Back!” cried Girty to the guards, who were crowding -into the lodge. “Warriors never desert their posts. I will -attend to the girl. Back! I say.”</p> - -<p>Overawed by the renegade’s manner, the Indians slunk -away, and Girty, still crimson with rage, lifted Eudora -from the earth, and rudely tossed her back into her chamber.</p> - -<p>“There! curse you, live or die, I care not which!” he -hissed. “If I have choked you to death, I’m sure that I -don’t care; but I guess you’ll worry it through, for a woman -is as hard to kill as a cat.”</p> - -<p>He continued to gaze awhile upon Eudora, who lay motionless -upon her couch, admirably counterfeiting death. -Then he strode from the lodge, pausing a moment to say to -one of the guards:</p> - -<p>“If the white girl steps upon the trail of death, bear her -beyond the village, and throw her body to the fishes in the -swift stream.”</p> - -<p>The Indians exchanged startled glances, and listened at the -door, as the renegade walked away.</p> - -<p>No sound came to their ears.</p> - -<p>One ventured to peep into the captive’s apartment.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span> -Eudora still lay motionless, without a sign of returning life. -Had the renegade’s grip proved fatal?</p> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>“Who fired at Alaska’s boy?” asked the Wolf-Queen, when -Mayne Fairfax sought her lodge, after Girty’s shot.</p> - -<p>His face indicated that his young life had been attempted.</p> - -<p>“I know not,” he answered. “The ball almost touched -my cheek.”</p> - -<p>“Who would shoot Co Hago, but the White Chief?” cried -Alaska, springing to his side. “Whence came the ball?”</p> - -<p>Fairfax stepped to the opening, and indicated the path of -the renegade’s bullet.</p> - -<p>“Yes, yes; the White Chief fired the lead at Co Hago,” -she said, “but why did he not hit him? White Chief never -misses. He has the eye of an eagle.”</p> - -<p>“Providence turned the ball aside,” said Fairfax.</p> - -<p>Alaska stared at the young hunter, unable to comprehend -his words.</p> - -<p>“The Great Spirit saved Co Hago,” he said, that she might -understand him.</p> - -<p>“The Great Spirit?” she said, in a low tone, drawing him -back into the lodge. “A long time ago, when Alaska’s head -and heart were not sore, she sung songs to the Great Spirit, -beside a little stream where the birds warbled their happy -hymns.”</p> - -<p>“When was that, mother?” asked Mayne, anxious to -fathom the story of her life, before insanity swayed her -mind.</p> - -<p>A smile illumined her face at the word “mother,” and she -imprinted a kiss on the Virginian’s forehead.</p> - -<p>“Alaska was a little girl when she sung with the birds by -the great tree, split by the Great Spirit’s fiery ax.”</p> - -<p>“How singular!” mused Mayne Fairfax. “Not far from -my home, where once a cabin stood, stands a great lightning-riven -oak. Can it be that this poor mad-woman once lived -so near Fairfax manor?”</p> - -<p>The crazy queen watched him narrowly, as he communed -with himself.</p> - -<p>“Did Alaska—my mother, dwell near the riven oak? Why -did my mother come to the Shawnees?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span></p> - -<p>“Alas! Alaska forgets every thing save the big tree and -her boy,” said the woman. “Some day the Great Spirit will -chase the pain from this head, as the Shawnees chase the -deer from their coverts.”</p> - -<p>The young hunter was almost satisfied that Alaska, in the -days of sanity, had dwelt near his own home; but her chaotic -mind refused her the recollection he coveted.</p> - -<p>Again and again he questioned her; but, learning nothing, -at last gave up in despair.</p> - -<p>He hoped that the “some day” to which she referred with -prophetic mien, would soon arrive, and he prayed that he -might witness its arrival.</p> - -<p>He felt deeply interested in that insane woman!</p> - -<p>During the day he busied himself in forming the acquaintance -of Alaska’s wolves. At first the animals were inclined -to shyness and war; but their queen drew them to Mayne -Fairfax’s side, and at last they acknowledged their king—coming -at his beck and call.</p> - -<p>“After three more sleeps,” said Alaska, when the shades of -night were gently falling around the village, “Co Hago will be -proclaimed King of the Wolves, in the presence of the entire -Shawnee nation. Then he can come and go when and -where he pleases, and none—not even the hated White Chief—dare -cross his path.”</p> - -<p>“Then,” murmured our hero, “I can work, and I will -snatch my friends from their perilous situations, upon my -life.”</p> - -<p>He retired early to the inner apartment, and an hour later -a hand roused him from slumber.</p> - -<p>He started to his feet and confronted Alaska.</p> - -<p>“Hist!” she cried with finger upon lip.</p> - -<p>A chorus of yells penetrated the lodge.</p> - -<p>“The mad squaws seek the captives’ lives!” cried Alaska, -seizing Mayne’s arm, and darting from the wigwam. “Alaska -will let them burn the prisoners, for the blood of Nethoto -and Sagasto cry aloud from the forest.”</p> - -<p>As she uttered the last words she sprung forward in the direction -from whence floated the hell of mad cries.</p> - -<p>Had her hand not encircled the hunter’s wrist, he would -have experienced great difficulty in keeping beside her.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span></p> - -<p>With every bound the yells grew more distinct, and presently -they found a response from the wolves that trotted at Alaska’s -heels.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIV"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XIV</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">SQUAW VENGEANCE, AND SQUAW RAGE.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Mayne Fairfax</span> and his red companion soon gained the -immediate neighborhood of the exciting scene that was being -enacted.</p> - -<p>On the southern side of the village square, and before the -door of the prison lodge, surged a crowd of women with disheveled -tresses, and hands full of clubs, hatchets, and knives.</p> - -<p>Against the door of the hut stood Tecumseh, with flashing -eyes and drawn tomahawk; and confronting the chief were -two gaunt hags—perfect furies in looks and contour—demanding -the surrender to them and their supporters, of the two -prisoners.</p> - -<p>A short distance from the sachem stood Jim Girty, smiling -upon the vengeful work of his hands.</p> - -<p>Tecumseh maintained a firm and dignified bearing, though -a close observer might have noticed sighs of trepidation, as -his piercing eye took in the scene.</p> - -<p>The leaders of the mob were the squaws, or Indian wives, -of the chiefs Sagasto and Nethoto, slain by Oonalooska at the -hermit’s cave. The mad women could not bide the time set -apart by Tecumseh for the execution of the prisoners. Their -hideous cries for blood, roused the village from slumber, and at -the head of a motley crowd, composed of warriors, women, -and children, they started to the prison-house. But Tecumseh, -having been awakened, met them at the door, and refused -them admittance.</p> - -<p>He had recourse to many arguments to induce the rioters to -return to their respective lodges, and wait till the coming day -for the death of their prisoners; but they fell upon deaf ears.</p> - -<p>“The squaws of Nethoto and Sagasto love Tecumseh,” spoke -Nethoto’s wife. “They would not harm a hair of his head;<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span> -but, unless he gives the pale-face and the red traitor to them, -there may be no Tecumseh—the leader’s lodge may be empty -to-morrow.”</p> - -<p>Tecumseh saw the angry look that accompanied those -threatening words. Everywhere knives glittered, and he realized -that he had bloodthirsty <em>women</em> to deal with, not -men.</p> - -<p>“The squaws are very mad,” said Girty, stealing to Tecumseh’s -side. “They will have the prisoners, though they walk -over Tecumseh. Why bid them wait till day, and die? Let -Tecumseh glide to his beaded lodge, if he would not see the -prisoners die.”</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh will go,” answered the chief. “He would not -witness the work of the mad women. White Wolf, do not -let them burn the prisoners. Tecumseh will have no such -work within sound of his lodge. If they <em>must</em> burn, let them -be carried to the wood.”</p> - -<p>The chief threw a parting look at the mad squaws, and -glided through the crowd to his lodge. As he left the throng, -Jim Girty threw himself before the door of the hut, and his -strong voice rent the air:</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh has listened to the words of Amasqua,” he said. -“The pale-face and red traitor must not die in the village. -Let them be borne to the wood.”</p> - -<p>His speech was received with yells of satisfaction, and the -renegade tore Tecumseh’s wampum from the door of the hut. -Throwing himself against the barrier, he forced himself into -the structure, and a minute later the hermit and his red companion -found themselves in the hands of the most furious -band of humans that ever surrounded a prisoner.</p> - -<p>“To the wood! the dark wood!” was the import of the -chorus of vengeful yells that floated heavenward, and away -toward the gloomy tarn the twain were hurried.</p> - -<p>Alaska and Mayne Fairfax followed in the rear of the band. -Many a lowering glance was thrown at the young hunter, and -had it not been for the presence of his strong protector and -her guard of brutes, he would soon have stood at the prisoners’ -side.</p> - -<p>Mayne Fairfax kept from the sight of Oonalooska and the -hermit. He did not wish them to know that he was a forced<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span> -witness to their doom, and a refusal to accompany his mad -mother might have proved his death-warrant.</p> - -<p>The wood was soon reached, and two lithe trees selected -for the death-stakes.</p> - -<p>Jim Girty was now beside himself with fiendish triumph, -and his stentorian voice rung loud and clear above the yells -of the red-skins.</p> - -<p>He insulted Hewitt in every way that suggested itself to -his devilish mind. He struck him with his open hand, spit -in his face, and plucked out a handful of his beautiful beard! -Hewitt stood his indignities without a murmur, but a sarcastic -smile lurked around his lips. Failing to draw a groan from -the hermit, the renegade turned to Oonalooska, but was obliged -to desist with the same result.</p> - -<p>“To the trees!” he said at last, and the hands of the prisoners -were momentarily unbound, that they might be fastened -to the saplings.</p> - -<p>As the hermit felt his hands spring from the thongs, he -darted a look at Oonalooska, and his lips parted to utter a -single word, which drew a spark of fire from the young brave’s -eyes.</p> - -<p>The next instant the twain sprung forward, and, before the -mob could recover from its surprise, Oonalooska had snatched -the tomahawk from Amasqua, and Jim Girty staggered to the -earth beneath Hewitt’s clenched hand. Then, having driven the -Indians back a goodly space, by their unexpected movements, -the twain turned, and darted through the forest with the speed -of the deer.</p> - -<p>To pursue by sight was utterly useless, for the captives had -disappeared in an instant, and Jim Girty, who was the first -to recover his senses, darted to Alaska’s side.</p> - -<p>“The white-face and the red traitor who shot Alaska’s -wolves have escaped,” he cried, pointing in the direction of -the trail of the twain. “Let Alaska throw her children upon -the trail, that her enemies may die.”</p> - -<p>“Do not, my mother,” cried Fairfax, laying his hand upon -Alaska’s arm, before she had a chance to reply to the renegade. -“If the Lone Man and Oonalooska die, Alaska’s child -will not become King of the Wolves.”</p> - -<p>The Wolf-Queen looked down upon the face upturned to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span> -her—the face of, as she believed, her son, and Fairfax discovered -that he held an unbounded influence over that mad-woman.</p> - -<p>“Alaska’s wolves shall scent no trail to-night,” she said, -addressing him, and then she turned to Girty, and the mad, -clamoring clique that surrounded him. “The captives may -fly,” she said, with teeth firm-set, as her dark eyes fell upon -the renegade, thence wandering to the bloodthirsty band. -“Alaska hears the words of her son, and the wolves strike -not a pale-face trail to-night. If the White Wolf and Amasqua -would catch the lost birds, they must find them without -Alaska’s children. Alaska and her white son, who soon will -be a Shawnee and King of the Wolves, will return to her -lodge.”</p> - -<p>The queen made a retiring motion, when Girty turned to -the band.</p> - -<p>“Shall the Shawnees’ captives escape by the words of a -white-livered dog?” he hissed, pointing to young Fairfax. -“The weakling rules Alaska, and he is turning her against -her people. Shall the Shawnees tamely submit to this? If -so, let them not touch the white-faced dog!”</p> - -<p>His words drew yells from the lips of the baffled band, -and, with glittering blade, Amasqua, Nethoto’s vengeful wife, -stepped forward.</p> - -<p>“Would Amasqua meet Ogita?” cried the Wolf-Queen, suddenly -catching up one of her wolves, and raising him on high.</p> - -<p>The mad widow paused, and, still holding the wolf aloft, -Alaska retrograded toward the village, her eyes shooting defiance -at the mob. Close to her side moved the young Virginian, -inwardly rejoicing at the double escape, but not forgetful -of his own imminent danger.</p> - -<p>Slowly Alaska retreated, and slowly her enemies followed, -afraid to raise a hand.</p> - -<p>Jim Girty quivered with rage, in the spasm of which he -would have shot the mad queen of the wolves; but the hermit -had snatched his rifle from his grip, and not a savage had -borne his from the village. He dared not raise his hand to -hurl a hatchet at the lunatic, for such a movement would -bring the wolf to his throat; and the renegade feared the -queen’s wolves as he feared unnatural death.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span></p> - -<p>For Fairfax’s intercession, he would have the man’s -blood, and he now saw that that hour had not arrived.</p> - -<p>The mad squaws, too, were afraid to raise a hand against -the passioned queen, and dark were the plots against her -and her “son” that then found birth in their bosoms.</p> - -<p>Step by step Alaska retreated, with seven gaunt wolves -covering her track, and, as she and the hunter glided into the -double lodge, a chorus of baffled cries smote the air of night, -and fell faintly upon listening ears far up the moonlit Scioto.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XV"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XV</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">A LEAF FROM THE HERMIT’S LIFE.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> hermit and his red companion guided their steps toward -the river, whose banks they were not long reaching; -and, at last, somewhat fatigued, they ensconced themselves under -a shelving ledge, secure from the observation of foes on -land and water.</p> - -<p>The hour of their greatest peril approached—that both -men knew, and as they lay there waiting, Hewitt told the Indian -the story of his past—a story which the brave and devoted -savage was entitled to hear, that the white might be -justified in his eyes.</p> - -<p>“The Lone Man will tell Oonalooska all,” said Hewitt, answering -to the expectant look in his companion’s eyes, as an -expression of pain flitted across his face. He brushed something, -very much like a translucent pearl, from his bronzed -cheek, and began:</p> - -<p>“Many years ago the Lone Man dwelt beyond the Kiskepila -Sepe, in the great State, called by the whites Virginia. He -was young then; though white his hair now, he is not old. -When he grew to manhood he took a beautiful white maiden -to his heart, and, in time, she gave the Lone Man a laughing -little boy.”</p> - -<p>Here emotion overcame the strong man, and, for many moments, -his face was buried in his great hands.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span></p> - -<p>“The Lone Man sighs for his boy,” he said at length. -“Often the Lone Man left his wife and little one, and journeyed -to the great city of Richmond. He never thought that -a snake was creeping into his wigwam.</p> - -<p>“One night the Lone Man returned to his lodge, and saw -two shadows beyond the window. A great storm passed over -his heart, his head burned with a strong fire, and he crept -forward. From behind a giant oak that spread its branches -over his cabin, the Lone Man saw another seated beside his -wife, who rocked the cradle where slept his little boy. The -strange white man was a hunter, and one arm he had thrown -around the neck of Agnes.</p> - -<p>“Hotter and hotter grew the Lone Man’s head, and when -the hunter’s lips—unbearded, for he seemed no more than a -beautiful boy—touched the rosy cheeks of Agnes, his rifle -flew to his shoulder, and the young hunter fell across the -cradle, with a bullet in his brain.</p> - -<p>“The Lone Man waited not to charge his wife with her unfaithfulness. -He darted into the forest with her shriek ringing -in his ears, and he swore, until death, to dwell alone in -the great wood. He crossed the Kiskepila Sepe, and found -the cave near the Scioto, where he has since dwelt alone. -Since that dark night the Lone Man’s hand has never drunk -the blood of man, and until death it never drinks it. Oonalooska, -the Lone Man’s heart bleeds to meet his boy; but he -will never cross the eagle river again. Among the woods of -the Ohio he will die. But when the young hunter goes back -to Virginia, he will hunt for the hermit’s child and wife, and -tell him what become of them.</p> - -<p>“Now, Oonalooska knows why the Lone Man sought the -forests of Ohio.”</p> - -<p>For a long time the Indian was silent.</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska would know what became of the Lone Man’s -squaw and pappoose,” he said, at length. “The Shawnee believes -that they are not in the lodge of the Great Spirit.”</p> - -<p>“I pray that they are not,” said the hermit, fervently. “I -curse the impulse that led me to shoot the young hunter without -giving him a chance for his life. Perhaps Agnes was not -to blame. Oh, to think that a moment of calm inquiry might -have prevented my being a murderer,” and a groan of agony<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span> -burst from the hermit’s heart, as he buried his face in his -palms.</p> - -<p>“Oona, when came Alaska to the lodges of the Shawnees?” -asked the cave man when he, at length, raised his head to the -chief.</p> - -<p>“When the snows of four winters rested upon Oonalooska’s -head,” was the reply.</p> - -<p>“How many winters has Oonalooska seen?”</p> - -<p>The Shawnee designated twenty-five, by counting his fingers.</p> - -<p>“How singular!” murmured the hermit, lowering his head. -“Twenty-one years ago my hands were dyed with human -blood, and twenty-one years ago Alaska came to the Shawnees! -Oh, the resemblance she bears to Agnes! Heaven, -solve the terrible enigma!”</p> - -<p>He questioned the Shawnee no further regarding the Wolf-Queen; -but both lapsed into silence as they awaited the passing -of the day. Their work was to be done by night alone.</p> - -<p>The afternoon was well spent, when the dip of oars assailed -their ears. Oonalooska glided from the hermit’s side.</p> - -<p>More distinct grew the plash of oars, and presently six -canoes, loaded to the water with painted braves, flitted past -the Shawnee’s line of vision.</p> - -<p>In the prow of the foremost canoe stood Tecumseh.</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh is on the war-path,” said Oonalooska, returning -to the hermit. “The White Wolf is not with him. The -Lone Man and Oonalooska must tear the pale-faces from his -people before the great chief returns.”</p> - -<p>The hermit saw the truth of the Indian’s words, and -promptly acknowledged it. Tecumseh had never been outwitted -by a white man.</p> - -<p>At length night came, and the twain left the ledge.</p> - -<p>They glided to the opening through which they had emerged -from the cave, and reëntered the deserted home. It -had been pillaged by the savages; but the couple discovered -some jerked meat that satisfied their hunger, and from a secret -cache Hewitt drew two rifles and a quantity of ammunition.</p> - -<p>Thus equipped they were leaving the deserted home, when -from one of the subterranean passages an animal bounded. -It was the hermit’s dog.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span></p> - -<p>“Wolf, old fellow, with us again,” cried Hewitt, patting -the animal’s shaggy back. “You shall go with us. Mebbe -we’ll need your nose and teeth.”</p> - -<p>Leaving the cave, they hurried toward the Indian village, -and ensconced themselves in a thicket that commanded a tolerable -view of Tecumseh’s home.</p> - -<p>From that thicket soon arose the hoot of an owl, three -times repeated; then all was still as the night.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVI"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XVI</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE KING OF THE WOLVES.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Gradually</span> the shades of night fell around the Indian -town, and, unattended by human escort, a form emerged from -Alaska’s lodge.</p> - -<p>The step proclaimed the person a white, but the costume -an Indian. A great blanket covered the body, the nether -limbs were inclosed in close-fitting leggins, and a circlet of -feathers surrounded the head. At the person’s feet trotted a -large wolf, which ever and anon ran before its master, and -gazed up into his face with a puzzled expression.</p> - -<p>The solitary walker was Mayne Fairfax, now Co Hago, -King of the Wolves!</p> - -<p>He had left Alaska’s lodge, with her knowledge and consent, -for a stroll—not an unpremeditated one—through the village. -He had declined Tecumseh’s invitation to tread with -him the war-trail, on the pretense that his wounds unfitted -him for service, when his wounds had ceased from troubling.</p> - -<p>He had cause for remaining in the Shawnee town.</p> - -<p>The night was well advanced when he left his “mother’s” -lodge, and his footsteps tended toward that portion of the -“town” wherein was situated Eudora’s prison.</p> - -<p>The night was not intensely dark, for the stars threw shadows, -and Fairfax kept in the darkest spots as he approached -the place well marked by him the preceding day. When quite<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span> -near the lodge, he dropped upon all fours, and glided forward -in that manner.</p> - -<p>At last the wigwam loomed up between him and the golden -worlds that almost dazzled his eyes when he looked aloft. -Instead of two figures before Eudora’s lodge, three greeted his -vision. The third figure was gigantic in its proportions, and -easily recognized as the renegade, Jim Girty!</p> - -<p>Fearful of his intentions, the renegade had added himself -to the guard of the prison lodge.</p> - -<p>An expression of dismay enthroned itself upon the young -Virginian’s face, as his eyes fell upon Girty, and he gazed -at the man a long time, before he gave utterance to his -thoughts.</p> - -<p>“I am baffled for to-night,” he murmured. “Jim Girty -fears me, and guards his prisoner the closer. I must bide my -time. He will relax his vigilance some time, his guards will -sleep some night, when I shall tear Eudora from them. Can -I wait until they sleep? No, no, I will not wait, for the -renegade nightly changes his sentries. I must seek subtle assistance; -but where shall I look for that? I am a Shawnee -now; will not a brother aid me? Shall a mean, white dog -baffle the King of the Wolves?” and a smile played with the -young man’s lips, as he mentioned his title. “No, I swear -he shall not. I wonder if Hewitt and Oonalooska will return -to assist me?”</p> - -<p>With this muttered interrogation, Fairfax retraced his -steps, attended by his solitary guard.</p> - -<p>It was near midnight, for the beautiful constellation of -Cygnus had gained the meridian, and, in all its magnificence, -was slowly sinking toward the western horizon.</p> - -<p>Suddenly the hoot of the great horned night-owl came dismally -distinct from the densely-wooded knoll to the right -of the village.</p> - -<p>The Wolf-King paused, and his companion pricked up his -long, ashen ears.</p> - -<p>Thrice that doleful hoot was repeated, and, as the last -echo died away in the recesses of the forest, Fairfax wheeled -and walked rapidly toward the spot.</p> - -<p>What to him was the hoot of an owl?</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XVII</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE CONFERENCE ON THE KNOLL.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">For</span> many minutes silence reigned between the two -watchers upon the knoll, when the hermit suddenly laid his -cold hand on Oonalooska’s bare arm.</p> - -<p>“What sees the Lone Man?” questioned the Shawnee.</p> - -<p>“An Indian; look yonder!” and Hewitt directed Oonalooska’s -gaze to the right of the spot they occupied.</p> - -<p>The full-orbed goddess of the night was slowly scaling the -eastern horizon, and against her disk, in striking bas-relief, -appeared the form of a man. He stood in a listening attitude, -but not alone, for beside him stood a huge animal, -resembling in the mellow light, a wolf. The twain were -scarce twenty feet from the white man and his red companion!</p> - -<p>“It must be Okalona,” whispered Oonalooska, after surveying -the man before them, “for he came at Oonalooska’s -owl hoot.”</p> - -<p>A second note rose from Oonalooska’s throat and he whispered:</p> - -<p>“<em>White hunter.</em>”</p> - -<p>The person addressed turned abruptly upon the chief.</p> - -<p>“Who calls?” he cried.</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska,” was the response, and the eyes of the -King of the Wolves fell upon the Shawnee.</p> - -<p>“Back Letheto!” he cried, striking the wolf at his side, -slowly advancing upon Oonalooska, who awaited him, with a -ready knife.</p> - -<p>“White hunter is welcome,” said Oonalooska with a smile. -“Let the chief lead him to the Lone Man.”</p> - -<p>The Shawnee guided Fairfax forward, and they soon stood -before the hermit.</p> - -<p>“Boy!” cried Hewitt, springing to his feet, and griped -the young man’s hand. “Have you turned Shawnee, too?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered Fairfax, glancing at the animal crouched<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span> -at his feet. “I am the son of Alaska, a Shawnee, and the -King of the Wolves.”</p> - -<p>“Adopted, with the freedom to go and come?” said Hewitt.</p> - -<p>“Yes, in every sense, a Shawnee.”</p> - -<p>Then, in brief mention, Fairfax related his adventures in -the Shawnee village, since his capture, and when he had finished -the hermit spoke.</p> - -<p>“It is strange that that mad-woman should recognize you -as her son by the mole on your shoulder,” he said; “but, -we must not talk of that now. You must be in her lodge -before dawn, and day is not far distant. We must talk fast. -In the shape of Okalona, the Medicine-man of the Shawnees, -you will find a valuable assistant. He hates Tecumseh and -Girty, and they hate him. Go to him to-morrow. Tell -him that you were sent to his lodge by his son, and all will -be well. He deals in drugs that put men to sleep.”</p> - -<p>“And in leaves that send men to the Manitou’s lodge,” -said Oonalooska, as he drew his necklace of bear-claws over -his head. “Take this to Okalona,” the chief continued, extending -the necklace to the young man, “and say that Oonalooska -says: ‘Help the pale-face, for Oonalooska’s heart.’”</p> - -<p>“Work swiftly but surely, boy, and when darkness comes -again meet us here. If your plans promise success, Oonalooska -and I will enter the town, and, all together, we will do -a work that will never be forgotten by the Shawnee nation.”</p> - -<p>Mayne Fairfax’s heart beat with joy.</p> - -<p>“I will work surely,” he said. “With the freedom of the -village, nothing prevents success.”</p> - -<p>Having listened to the sage advice, Mayne Fairfax turned -to go, when the hermit wrung the young man’s hands, and -watched him disappear beyond the brow of the knoll. He -walked through the silent street of the Shawnee town, and -into the double lodge, untouched by Alaska’s wolves. Already -the animals knew their “<em>king</em>.” In their midst reclined -Alaska fast asleep, and Fairfax gained the inner -apartment without disturbing her.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XVIII</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">SIMON GIRTY IN HIS WAR-PAINT.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Jim Girty</span> had deserted the braves who guarded the prison -lodge for the purpose of assassinating Mayne Fairfax; but -the absence of the young man had, for the present, thwarted -his diabolical plans.</p> - -<p>After seeing Mayne reënter the double wigwam, he walked -to his own lodge, and threw himself upon an uncleanly -couch of skins, and fell into a deep slumber.</p> - -<p>The young white hunter slept till the golden day-god crept -over the eastern hills, when he was waked by Alaska. The -queen seemed in the possession of all her senses, and talked -reasonably, while Mayne discussed the repast she had prepared. -It was one of her lucid intervals, if her moments of -calmness can be termed thus.</p> - -<p>“Mother,” he said, rising from the remains of the feast, -“the Wolf-King would seek the lodge of Okolona, but he -knows not which way to look for it.”</p> - -<p>Silently Alaska approached the door, and pointed to a wigwam -covered with skins of different hues, fantastically arranged.</p> - -<p>The young man, still clad as a Shawnee brave, left the -lodge, and a wolf followed, and trotted at his heels.</p> - -<p>But few braves were astir, as Fairfax walked toward the -lodge of the old Medicine, in whose presence he soon found -himself.</p> - -<p>Okolona was bent beneath the burden of eighty winters, -his hair was long and rivaled the snow in spotless beauty; -but his face could not boast of a single wrinkle. Notwithstanding -his physical condition, his limbs owned prodigious -strength, and in his eyes the vestiges of golden manhood still -remained—reluctant to leave one who trod the war-path when -the Shawnee nation was a child.</p> - -<p>As we have said, the Medicine had incurred the hatred of -Tecumseh and Jim Girty; but the twain dared not to lift<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span> -their hands against the old man, because he dealt in strange -poisons, and was terrible revengeful.</p> - -<p>As Mayne entered the lodge, the interior of which was ornamented -with ghastly, grinning skulls, a smile played with -Okolona’s lips, and when the young man threw his son’s bear-claw -necklace into his hands, he embraced him, and his old -lips murmured:</p> - -<p>“My son, my Oonalooska!”</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska says to his father, the Medicine of the Shawnees, -‘Help the pale prisoner,’” said Fairfax, and the old -man’s eyes flashed with strange fire.</p> - -<p>“Okolona will help Co Hago,” quickly returned the old Indian. -“He would tear the pale Flower from the White -Wolf?”</p> - -<p>“Yes.”</p> - -<p>“Let Co Hago draw nearer Okolona, and listen to the -great Medicine’s words.”</p> - -<p>Mayne moved nearer the Medicine, who sat up on his couch; -but before the red lips parted, a loud whoop penetrated the -lodge.</p> - -<p>In an instant Okolona was on his feet.</p> - -<p>He approached the opening, seemed to take a quick survey -of the village, and returned.</p> - -<p>“Did Co Hago hear the loud cry?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered Fairfax, looking curiously into the old -man’s face.</p> - -<p>“The brother of White Wolf has returned,” said Okolona. -“He has been many moons from the Shawnees’ lodges. Okolona -had hoped that he was with Watchemenetoc.”</p> - -<p>Mayne Fairfax’s heart beat tumultuously in his fearful bosom.</p> - -<p><em>Simon</em> Girty had arrived!</p> - -<p>The young man had heard much of the cruelty of this -monster, the terror of defenseless homes; but his eyes had -never beheld him.</p> - -<p>Burdened with curiosity he stepped to the opening, and exposed -his entire form to gratify his sight. A band of Indians -were filing through the village, toward the council-house. -At its head strode a gigantic man, hideously painted -and plumed. His forehead was bound by a cloth, through<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span> -which blood oozed, and he trailed a long rifle at his side. -His eagle eye took in every thing at a glance, and he seemed -to be hunting a victim, to appease the anger that sat enthroned -upon his countenance.</p> - -<p>This man Mayne Fairfax knew to be the dreaded Simon -Girty; and he involuntarily shrunk from his line of vision.</p> - -<p>His action was completed too late, for the eyes of Simon -Girty fell upon him, and, with a loud yell, he left the van of -the band, and darted toward the lodge.</p> - -<p>Instantly Okolona, who had witnessed the action of Girty -over Mayne’s shoulder, threw himself in the door of skins, for -the purpose of protecting his guest.</p> - -<p>“Back!” he cried, as the painted renegade paused before -him, with clubbed rifle. “Co Hago is a Shawnee. He is -the son of Alaska.”</p> - -<p>“He is a white-livered hound!” shrieked Simon Girty. -“Stand aside, old man, or I’ll send you hellwards.”</p> - -<p>Okolona replied with a withering look, and James Girty -sprung to his brother’s side.</p> - -<p>“Kill the old dog!” he whispered in Simon’s ear, and the -butt of the rifle descended with crushing force.</p> - -<p>Okolona saw the action, and received the blow on his arm; -but the member could not resist the stroke, and he sunk to -the earth a limp lump of senseless and bleeding humanity.</p> - -<p>With drawn knife, and uttering a fierce oath, Jim Girty -darted forward to complete the work his brother had begun, -when a blow, administered by Mayne, with a hatchet -hastily snatched from a corner of the lodge, sent him to <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">terra -firma</i>.</p> - -<p>Then the young man caught up the wolf, and faced Simon.</p> - -<p>“Simon Girty,” he cried, determined to sell his life dearly, -if sell it he must, “another step will bring my wolf’s teeth in -contact with your throat. I am a Shawnee now; as such acknowledged -by Tecumseh, who is able to punish the bravest -man who harms one of his people.”</p> - -<p>“If you be Shawnee, curse you!” cried Girty, mechanically -shrinking from the flashing eyes of the upreared wolf. -“But I must have a white victim. The whites have torn my -head open, and I must have white blood.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span></p> - -<p>He turned and took in the village at a glance, as his brother -scrambled to his feet.</p> - -<p>At that moment Miantomah, a deposed chief, and a bitter -enemy of Jim Girty, stepped to his side, and pointed to the -prison lodge.</p> - -<p>“In yonder lodge dwells a pale-face captive,” said Miantomah. -“Let the White Chief have her blood.”</p> - -<p>Simon Girty darted forward, his wicked eyes fastened upon -Eudora’s lodge.</p> - -<p>“She’s mine!” yelled James, throwing himself before his -mad brother. “Simon, that girl is mine! Touch her upon -your peril!”</p> - -<p>The command was disregarded with an oath, and the enraged -Simon threw his brother from him, and continued his -vengeful bounds toward the prison lodge.</p> - -<p>Jim Girty was soon on his feet, and his first action was to -snatch a rifle from the nearest brave, and level it at his -brother!</p> - -<p>“Die! Simon Girty!” he hissed, as his sight flitted along -the glistening barrel.</p> - -<p>Instantly a sharp report rent the morning air, and, with a -shriek, Simon Girty dropped his rifle, and fell forward to the -earth, where he lay motionless.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIX"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XIX</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">A CHANGE IN AFFAIRS.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Jim Girty</span> neither felt nor expressed contrition for his fratricidal -deed. With folded arms he gazed calmly, almost triumphantly, -upon his fallen brother, whom he believed dead—pierced -through the head by his ball.</p> - -<p>“I’ll teach you, Simon Girty, how to disobey me!” he at -length hissed, in the silence that reigned after the commission -of the dark crime. “You are my brother, but I care not for -that, though I know that for this act I must fly the Shawnee -nation before Tecumseh comes back. Ha! by heavens! did -he move?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span></p> - -<p>He thought he detected a movement indicative of returning -life in his brother Simon, and, throwing his rifle above his -head, he strode forward with the intention of completing the -deed of blood.</p> - -<p>But the movement—the convulsive action of Simon’s arm—had -been noticed by the savages, and several sprung to his -side far in advance of his impetuous brother.</p> - -<p>The foremost Shawnee, a chief of no mean distinction, -jerked the renegade to his feet, and the eyelids parted, to display -eyes wandering, like lost comets, in their gory sockets.</p> - -<p>With clubbed rifle, Jim Girty reached the spot to be hurled -to the earth by an Indian, and a moment later he found himself -being swiftly borne to the prison lodge, his limbs bound -with deer-sinews.</p> - -<p>He knew that Simon’s heart, like his own, possessed no -brotherly feeling, and that when the painted renegade came -to his senses, he would wreak his vengeance upon his own -lovely captive and himself.</p> - -<p>On the damp floor of the prison-house Jim Girty found -bitter food for reflection, and, with fate against him, he plotted -not only his own escape, but the freedom of Eudora Morriston. -He possessed many friends in the Shawnee nation; -but not so numerous an array as his brother boasted of. For -a long time the brothers had vacillated between friendship -and strife, and James possessed secret friends who seemed to -be active partisans of Simon. His brother was never beyond -the vision of his red spies; and what James lacked in strength -he gained in cunning.</p> - -<p>When he heard his guard leave the prison house, he rolled -himself to the door, and applied his lips to the crevice between -the portal and sill.</p> - -<p>“Who guards the White Wolf?” he asked in a low tone.</p> - -<p>“Giangomah, the Black Whirlwind.”</p> - -<p>Girty’s heart gave an exultant throb.</p> - -<p>Giangomah had long been his secret friend.</p> - -<p>“Who guards with Giangomah?”</p> - -<p>“The Black Whirlwind is alone,” was the reply.</p> - -<p>“Where is the White Shawnee?”</p> - -<p>“He is in his lodge with a crazed head. He will know -nothing till to-morrow.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span></p> - -<p>Jim Girty could not repress an ejaculation of joy.</p> - -<p>“Then to-night Giangomah will help the White Wolf to -escape,” he said.</p> - -<p>“Yes.”</p> - -<p>“Good! The White Wolf and Giangomah will take the -Pale Flower, and fly to the neutral Mingoes.”</p> - -<p>“Giangomah is ready,” responded the chief. “When the -stars come out, he will glide to the Pale Flower’s lodge, and -kill her guards. Then he will bear her to the White Wolf, -and we will fly to the neutral tribe. There the White Shawnee -and Tecumseh dare not enter to harm us.”</p> - -<p>“No!” cried Girty. “Among the Mingoes the Pale Flower -shall become the White Wolf’s squaw, and woe unto the -White Shawnee<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> when he crosses his path!”</p> - -<p>In his lodge Simon Girty raved like a maniac. The ball -fired from his brother’s rifle, had plowed a furrow along his -temple, and deprived him of reason. Yet his return to a -rational state was but a question of time, two days at the -furthest; and then he would rise to vengeance against his -brother, and his white prisoner.</p> - -<p>But let us return to Mayne Fairfax and the old Medicine.</p> - -<p>Simon Girty’s blow broke the old man’s arm, and rendered -him unconscious. Mayne Fairfax dragged him into the -interior of the medicine lodge, and soon restored him to reason.</p> - -<p>“The White Shawnee broke Okalona’s arm,” said the aged -Indian, examining the injured member; “but the old Medicine -is far from the lodge of the Manitou. He will help the -King of the Wolves baffle the White Wolf and his brother. -Let Co Hago speak, while he binds Okalona’s arm.”</p> - -<p>The old man threw himself upon his couch, while Mayne -proceeded to dress the arm according to the instructions of -its owner.</p> - -<p>In time, the young man told the old Medicine that he desired -the liberation of Eudora, and Okalona said that the coming -night should witness her freedom.</p> - -<p>“When darkness comes Co Hago can go and bring Oonalooska -and the Lone Man to Okalona’s lodge,” said the Medicine, -in conclusion, having been reticent regarding the course -of liberation he intended to adopt.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span></p> - -<p>No more opportune time than the coming night suggested -itself to the young hunter, and the sudden change of affairs -caused the fates to appear propitious. With Jim Girty a doomed -man in the strong prison-house, and Simon a temporary maniac, -Tecumseh absent, and Alaska, the mad queen, calm and -unsuspecting, what better time could he have wished?</p> - -<p>From Okalona’s lodge he returned to the double wigwam, -from the door of which, Alaska had witnessed the startling -scenes just narrated.</p> - -<p>“Co Hago is worthy to be king of the wolves,” she cried, -throwing her arms around Mayne’s neck. “Alaska saw him -face the White Shawnee; but she did not go to his side with -her children, for she saw that he would fight nobly, and conquer -the bad white brothers.”</p> - -<p>Mayne smiled at her words, and entered the lodge.</p> - -<p>She followed, and threw herself upon the couch.</p> - -<p>“Does Alaska know the Lone Man?” asked the young hunter, -recollecting the emotion and singular words of the hermit -when he parted with him on the knoll, the preceding night.</p> - -<p>“The Lone Man is as a star to Alaska,” was the strange reply; -“she can see him, but her arms are too short.”</p> - -<p>The reply furnished food for the young man’s reflection.</p> - -<p>It was evident to him, at least, that Alaska had known -Hewitt in times when insanity was a stranger to her poor -brain; but now, memory served her not—memory had deserted -her with reason; but at intervals, as the reader has seen in -the course of our romance, memory revisited her; but these -visits were as fleeting as a sunbeam.</p> - -<p>Again and again Mayne questioned her regarding the hermit, -and her replies served to strengthen his belief, as given -above. Perhaps she was the hermit’s wife, at least he thought -that Hewitt half believed and feared thus, and an inward -monitor told him that the coming night would behold the -lifting of mystery’s curtain.</p> - -<p>But he never dreamed the true and terrible revealment of -that mystery.</p> - -<p>He remained in the double wigwam until the dawn of twilight, -when he left it unquestioned by Alaska.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span></p> - -<p>Instead of making his way toward the knoll, where Oonalooska -and the hermit awaited, with mingled anxiety and impatience, -his appearance, he sauntered toward Eudora’s prison. -Before the door sat the two guards, indulging one of their -passions by gambling with little pebbles, after the sportive -manner of American children, in the game called “Hull-gull -handful.” The Indians were oblivious to all surrounding objects, -and therefore the young man glided to the rear of the -lodge unnoticed.</p> - -<p>In a few words he acquainted Eudora with the plans, so -far as he knew them, of rescue, and the maiden clasped her -hands and prayed for the success of the attempt.</p> - -<p>It made Mayne Fairfax happy to fill her heart with hope, -and, elate with anticipated triumph, he left her, and hurried -toward the knoll.</p> - -<p>A few minutes later he stood before the twain, and without -accident the trio gained the old Medicine’s lodge.</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XX"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XX</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE BLOODY MEETING.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> flying moments seemed endless to Eudora Morriston, who -sat in her lodge waiting for the coming of her rescuers.</p> - -<p>Hour after hour flitted past, and the fearful captive listened -in vain for her lover’s step. The two guards, tired of -gambling, stood like statues before the birchen portals of the -strong wigwam, their ears catching every sound, and their vigilant -eyes noting every dark form that crossed their line of -vision.</p> - -<p>At last a footfall greeted her ear but it was not her lover’s.</p> - -<p>His well-known tread she could not mistake for another’s, -and, wondering who approached she moved to the door, and -peered through a crevice upon the scenes beneath the stars.</p> - -<p>She saw the form of an Indian nearing the guards. <ins class="corr" id="tn89" title="Transcriber’s Note—“He made no pretentions” changed to “He made no pretensions”.">He made no pretensions</ins> -to stealth, for he walked erect, and when near the lodge, one of the -guards demanded his mission.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span></p> - -<p>“I am Giangomah, the Black Whirlwind,” he answered, with -much pomposity. “I have a message for the ear of Chabaro.”</p> - -<p>Chabaro hastened eagerly forward, but Giangomah waved -him back.</p> - -<p>“Let Chabaro not desert his post,” he said, advancing, with -his right hand hidden from sight, in an unsuspicious manner.</p> - -<p>The guard resumed his post.</p> - -<p>Eudora’s heart beat high, for she doubted not that Giangomah -was Mayne’s red friend sent by him to deliver her.</p> - -<p>Giangomah walked to Chabaro, and placed his lips to the -listening ear. Then, with the unexampled rapidity of thought, -his hand flew from beneath his blanket, and a knife glided -noiselessly into the guard’s side. Not a groan, not a gasp, escaped -the lips of the stricken Shawnee, and while he was sliding -from Giangomah’s grip, the second sentinel felt a hand upon -his throat. Useless, on the sentry’s part, was the brief struggle -that followed, for Giangomah’s gory knife cleft his heart, -and he sunk to the earth—dead.</p> - -<p>Seeing the action, Eudora burst the door open, and stepped -beyond the threshold.</p> - -<p>“I am here, Giangomah,” she said. “Oh, how brave you are!”</p> - -<p>The savage was taken aback by her action, but soon recovered -his composure. He stood the dead savage against the -lodge, and, taking Eudora’s hand, hurried from the scene.</p> - -<p>Believing that she was being conducted to her lover, the -girl did not speak, as she was being hurried through the village, -and suddenly Giangomah paused before the prison hut.</p> - -<p>Then Eudora, wondering at the halt executed in such a -strange place, was about to question the chief, when a figure -crept from the shade of the building. It was habited in Indian -costume, and she was about to whisper her lover’s name, -when the figure revealed itself. <em>Jim Girty!</em></p> - -<p>Involuntarily a shriek bubbled to her lips; but the Renegade -stifled it with his hand, ere it grew into life.</p> - -<p>“Girl, I am saving your life,” he whispered, in her ear. -“When my brother comes to his senses he will kill you and -me, too. We must fly to the Mingoes.”</p> - -<p>“Never, Jim Girty,” said Eudora, firmly. “Murderer of -my parents, I will not fly with you, even though it be to a -place of safety. Help!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span></p> - -<p>Loud and clear that cry rung through the Indian village, -and an instant later the tramp of feet was heard.</p> - -<p>Maddened beyond control, the renegade drew his hatchet, -and caught Eudora’s arm as the weapon was raised above his -head.</p> - -<p>There was the flash of murder in his blood-shot eyes, and -he grated his fiendish intention through clenched teeth.</p> - -<p>“Girl, they are here!” he cried, as hurrying forms loomed -up between him and the gray lodges. “My brother’s captive -you become—but a captive reft of life!”</p> - -<p>The tomahawk trembled on the eve of a deadly descent, -when a dark, limp object left the hands of the foremost of -the advancing band, and the renegade was hurled back by -the stroke.</p> - -<p>“Mine!” cried a plumed person, springing to Eudora, and -drawing her to his heart.</p> - -<p>It was Mayne Fairfax!</p> - -<p>“No words!” cried the hermit, seizing the young man’s -arm. “The river! the river! Her cry has roused some -braves!”</p> - -<p>The young hunter caught the girl in his arms, and turned -to the right, to behold a dozen forms sweeping down upon -them.</p> - -<p>“Save your lives!” cried Eudora, seeing the imminent danger. -“They dare not harm me, and your second attempt at -rescue will prove successful.”</p> - -<p>“Never!” cried Fairfax, throwing himself before Eudora, -while he drew a hatchet from his belt. “We can not escape -if we would. If captured, instant and disgraceful death -await us. We will fight!”</p> - -<p>The last word still trembled on Mayne’s lips when the -Medicine’s rifle cracked, and the foremost savage sunk to the -earth, where he writhed in the agonies of death. Okolona’s -shot was answered by Oonalooska’s rifle, and a second Shawnee’s -life went out in death. Then the band closed around -the little party, who drew nearer Eudora, for the purpose of -shielding her from the blows that fell on every side like -rain.</p> - -<p>Jim Girty had gained his feet, and was foremost in the -conflict. If he could drive his hatchet to Eudora’s brain he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span> -could seek safety in flight, and thus avoid his brother’s vengeance.</p> - -<p>The white party, being armed with guns, kept the savages -at arm’s length, for the Indians fought with tomahawks and -knives, which now and then were hurled at the brave defenders.</p> - -<p>Every moment added to the numbers of the Indians, and -the extermination of the defenders was but a question of time, -in their eyes.</p> - -<p>Never was such a gallant fight made in Shawnee village.</p> - -<p>Suddenly a yell very near the combatants rent the air, -and a dark object came whirling through the atmosphere, -and fell upon the breast of a stalwart Shawnee.</p> - -<p>It was a wolf!</p> - -<p>Another quickly followed. Its claws laid bare the renegade’s -cheek, as it whizzed past his head, to fall upon a brave, -in his rear.</p> - -<p>The Wolf-Queen had taken part in the battle!</p> - -<p>The noise of the strife roused her from refreshing slumber. -A glance proved Fairfax’s couch empty, and with her -wolfish guard yelling at her heels, for already they scented -Indian blood, she bounded toward the startling scene.</p> - -<p>Her wild eye fell upon Fairfax, shielding Eudora with his -form, and her wolves were sent into the midst of her enemies.</p> - -<p>Jim Girty shrieked with pain, at the work of the wolf’s -claws, and, with an oath, he darted upon Alaska, whose eye -caught his action.</p> - -<p>“Curse you, mad woman!” he hissed. “No longer shall -you baffle me!” and, as she sent the fourth wolf from her -hands, his hatchet went whizzing through the air.</p> - -<p>The renegade saw the mad queen stagger forward, as the -wolf’s teeth sunk into his own throat, and he fell to the earth -insensible, with the mad animal drinking his blood.</p> - -<p>Scarce had the battle between Alaska and the renegade -ended, when a loud whoop broke from the forest that crowned -the hills that bounded the village on the north, and down -among the lodges swarmed a large band of savages, with Tecumseh -at their head.</p> - -<p>Like a whirlwind the great sachem of the Shawnees sprung<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span> -among the combatants, and his voice was distinctly heard -above the din of conflict:</p> - -<p>“Back!” he cried, thrusting the foremost brave from him. -“Back, warriors! Tecumseh speaks!” and his tomahawk -towered threateningly above his head.</p> - -<p>His command, freighted with mystery to his warriors, was -instantly obeyed; and he threw himself between the brave -little band and the battled red-skins.</p> - -<p>“Tecumseh returns from the war-path with many scalps!” -he said, addressing the Indians. “A pale-face saved Tecumseh’s -life when a mad white squaw sought it, and Tecumseh -swore to free every white prisoner in the Shawnee village. -If the red-men want blood, let them take Tecumseh’s.”</p> - -<p>A loud shout greeted the conclusion of the chief’s speech, -and he turned to the hermit:</p> - -<p>“The pale-faces are free,” he said. “Tecumseh’s tongue -is not forked.”</p> - -<p>Hewitt, covered with wounds, grasped the Sachem’s hand.</p> - -<p>“The Lone Man will never forget Tecumseh,” he said, and -then he glided to the side of the Wolf-Queen.</p> - -<p>“Must my doubts remain undissipated?” he cried, as he -knelt over the mad one.</p> - -<p>No.</p> - -<p>A convulsion passed over the woman’s frame, and her lids -unclosed.</p> - -<p>Instantly the hermit noticed a great change—a new light—in -her eyes.</p> - -<p>Reason, so long lost, had returned!</p> - -<p>“Oh, God! I thank thee for this moment!” he cried, as -her eyes fell upon him. “I shall know all now!”</p> - -<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXI"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XXI</span>.<br /> -<span class="fs70">THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS.</span></h2> -</div> - -<p><span class="smcap">Yes</span>, at last, reason had resumed its throne, and Alaska -was no longer the “mad queen of the Shawnees.”</p> - -<p>Torches enabled her to gaze long and deeply into the hermit’s -face, before her lips parted to utter his name:</p> - -<p>“William!”</p> - -<p>He started, and bent nearer her face.</p> - -<p>The renegade’s hatchet had brought reason back to its own, -even as a blow had hurled that peerless queen from her -throne.</p> - -<p>She had forgotten the wild life she had led; and when her -eyes fell upon her wolves, a shudder crept over her frame, -and she motioned for the animals to be removed from her -sight.</p> - -<p>“Oh! William, I am so glad that you have returned,” she -continued. “He did not die—my brother, whom some bad -man shot through the window of our cabin.”</p> - -<p>The hermit’s face lighted up into a joyful smile, and he -murmured:</p> - -<p>“Her brother! Oh, God, I thank thee that I am not a -murderer!”</p> - -<p>“Where is my boy—my Edgar?” and her eyes wandered -around, as though they were searching for a particular object.</p> - -<p>At length they fell upon Mayne.</p> - -<p>“Edgar!” she cried, stretching forth her hands. “Come -to me.”</p> - -<p>Unable to speak, the young hunter advanced.</p> - -<p>“William, this is our boy,” she said, taking our hero’s -hands, and looking up at Hewitt. “Long I waited for your -return, William; but you came not. At last I resolved to go -to Richmond, where I thought you were detained. I took -our boy—a little babe—to Ronald Fairfax, and told him to -keep him till I should return. Then, all alone, I plunged -into the wilderness, but soon the Shawnees circled around me,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span> -and I was a prisoner. While they were conducting me to -the village I tried to escape, but a chief struck me with his -tomahawk, and then all was dark. Oh, William, how long -have I been in darkness? You are so old now, and our Edgar -a man!”</p> - -<p>“For twenty years, Agnes, you have lived among the -Shawnees, reft of reason,” whispered Hewitt.</p> - -<p>A shudder crept to the woman’s heart.</p> - -<p>“Twenty years a maniac! My God!” she cried. “Oh, -William, speak not to me of that time. I would forget it. -Let us leave this horrid place.”</p> - -<p>Almost unassisted, she gained her feet, and Tecumseh bade -the hermit conduct her to his beaded lodge, while the chief -chivalrously occupied a meaner one near by.</p> - -<p>The hours of that night were sacred to the reunited trio; -and beyond earshot a band of warriors encircled the beaded -wigwam.</p> - -<p>Tecumseh would keep his vow.</p> - -<p>During the late war-expedition the knife of a vengeful mother -struck at his heart; but the intervention of a white prisoner, -whom he liberated, saved his life.</p> - -<p>When the Indians saw the whites beyond the portals of -the chief’s lodge, they returned to the bloody spot for the -purpose of attending to the wounded and the dead.</p> - -<p>The wolves had deserted Jim Girty, and during the absence -of Tecumseh’s band, one of his spies had borne his insensible -form to the river, where they entered a boat, and the -spy rowed away. After much suffering the renegade recovered, -and remained from the sight of his brother Simon -the remainder of his life.</p> - -<p>While the savages were attending to the wounded, a groan -rose from a dark form on the earth. It grew into a death-song.</p> - -<p>“Oonalooska is near the great waters! Oonalooska’s dream -was from spirit land! Now let Oonalooska die, for he has -seen the Lone Man find his long-lost squaw and pappoose. -Oonalooska is not afraid to die. Tecumseh can not torture -him now, ha! ha! ha!” and thus, stoically—proud of having -cheated his enemies, the soul of the bravest chief of the Shawnee -tribe stepped upon the “trail of death.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span></p> - -<p>When morning came Tecumseh tenderly bade the whites -farewell, and a band of trusty warriors escorted them to Chillicothe.</p> - -<p>Thence they set out for Virginia, and Edgar Hewitt—Mayne -Fairfax no longer—presented his long-lost parents to those -who had been a father and mother to him from childhood to -manly years.</p> - -<p>A month after the happy reunion in the wood, Edgar wedded -the beautiful girl who had led him to a father and a -mother in the wilderness, and not far from Fairfax Manor -arose a stately mansion, where the quartette peacefully and -pleasantly passed the remaining days of life.</p> - -<p>To this day eleven miles south of Chillicothe on the Portsmouth -road is still to be seen the cave occupied by the hermit -for many years, and over it stands a monument, erected to his -memory by the people of Ross county, Ohio.</p> - -<p>The subsequent life of Tecumseh, and his brother, the -Prophet, are too well known to be rehearsed here. Often, in -disguise, the great chief visited the home of the Hewitts, whose -salt he ate with welcome; but suddenly his visits ceased—he -lay dead before Colonel Johnson.</p> - -<p>A few years subsequent to the incidents related in the foregoing -pages, Simon Girty met the doom he richly deserved. -In Proctor’s defeat he was literally ground to atoms by Johnson’s -mounted men. James, too, fell beneath the arm of -white avengers; while Giangomah, his tool, fell beside his -chief at the battle of the Thames.</p> - -<p>After his son’s death, Okolona, the old Medicine, fled to the -neutral Mingoes, where he died a natural death. 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