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A Romance of the Black-Hawk Uprising</p> -<p style='display:block; margin-left:2em; text-indent:0; margin-top:0; margin-bottom:1em;'>Beadle's Pocket Novels No. 78</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em'>Author: Lewis W. Carson</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Release Date: August 15, 2021 [eBook #66064]</p> -<p style='display:block; text-indent:0; margin:1em 0'>Language: English</p> - <p style='display:block; margin-top:1em; margin-bottom:0; margin-left:2em; text-indent:-2em; text-align:left'>Produced by: David Edwards, Stephen Hutcheson, and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net (Northern Illinois University Digital Library)</p> -<div style='margin-top:2em; margin-bottom:4em'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE BORDER RIFLEMEN; OR THE FOREST FIEND. A ROMANCE OF THE BLACK-HAWK UPRISING ***</div> -<div id="cover" class="img"> -<img id="coverpage" src="images/cover.jpg" alt="The Border Riflemen; or, The Forest Fiend" width="2638" height="4050" /> -</div> -<div class="box"> -<h1>THE BORDER RIFLEMEN; -<br /><span class="smallest"><span class="smallest">OR,</span> -<br />THE FOREST FIEND.</span></h1> -<p class="tbcenter">A ROMANCE OF THE BLACK-HAWK UPRISING.</p> -<p class="tbcenter">BY LIEUT. LEWIS W. CARSON.</p> -<p class="tbcenter"><span class="smaller">NEW YORK.</span> -<br />BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS, -<br /><span class="smaller">98 WILLIAM STREET.</span></p> -</div> -<p class="center smaller">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by -<br />FRANK STARR & CO., -<br />In the office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington.</p> -<h2 id="toc" class="center">CONTENTS</h2> -<dl class="toc"> -<dt><a href="#c1"><span class="cn">I. </span>The Border Suitor—Cooney Joe</a> 9</dt> -<dt><a href="#c2"><span class="cn">II. </span>Minneoba’s warning</a> 15</dt> -<dt><a href="#c3"><span class="cn">III. </span>Black-Hawk Insulted</a> 22</dt> -<dt><a href="#c4"><span class="cn">IV. </span>Little Fox—Na-She-Eschuck</a> 29</dt> -<dt><a href="#c5"><span class="cn">V. </span>The Price of Treachery</a> 35</dt> -<dt><a href="#c6"><span class="cn">VI. </span>The First Blow</a> 42</dt> -<dt><a href="#c7"><span class="cn">VII. </span>Overboard</a> 49</dt> -<dt><a href="#c8"><span class="cn">VIII. </span>Melton’s Scout—A Bush Fight</a> 54</dt> -<dt><a href="#c9"><span class="cn">IX. </span>The Defense of the Island</a> 61</dt> -<dt><a href="#c10"><span class="cn">X. </span>The Forest Fiend</a> 68</dt> -<dt><a href="#c11"><span class="cn">XI. </span>Black-Hawk Keeps His Word</a> 75</dt> -<dt><a href="#c12"><span class="cn">XII. </span>Sadie’s Sacrifice</a> 82</dt> -<dt><a href="#c13"><span class="cn">XIII. </span>Guests Not Invited</a> 88</dt> -</dl> -<div class="pb" id="Page_9">9</div> -<h1 title="">THE BORDER RIFLEMEN; -<br /><span class="smallest"><span class="smallest">OR,</span> -<br />THE FOREST FIEND.</span></h1> -<h2 id="c1"><span class="small">CHAPTER I.</span> -<br />THE BORDER SUITOR—COONEY JOE.</h2> -<p>The sun was going down behind the western hills in a -flood of yellow light, and a river dimpled on under the -slanting rays, great fish leaping now and then from the placid -surface, and the trees along the bank casting fantastic shadows -into its depths. In a sheltered nook, near a spot where -a little creek joined the river, a settler had built a cabin, -which the hand of woman had beautified and adorned as -only the hand of woman can. Bright flowers bloomed on -each side of the rustic doorway and an English ivy vine -clung to the walls and was rapidly spreading its delicate -tendrils over the whole front. The cabin faced the stream, -and behind it the hand of industry had cleared many acres -which now showed heavy growths of cereals and roots, carefully -cultivated. It was a silvan spot, and one upon which -the eye of the artist would linger long and pleasantly.</p> -<p>The door opened suddenly, and a young girl holding a -water-pail in her hand came out with a free, careless step, -singing a merry song. She was plainly dressed, and yet -there was an air of native grace about her every movement -which plainly showed that she had not always lived amid -such wild surroundings. She was beautiful—not the vapid -beauty of cities, but that of perfect health, and a free life. Her -form was untrammeled by the fashions which cramp and -deform the beautiful women of our day, and her face, a little -browned by exposure to the to sun, glowed—</p> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0">“With sunny beauty and rustic health.”</p> -</div> -<div class="pb" id="Page_10">10</div> -<p>Maud Müller—Whittier’s Maud—was not more beautiful -than this frontier damsel. Not only was her face cut in a -perfect mold, but her eyes sparkled with life and vivacity, -and her sunny hair, unconfined, hung about her shoulders in -beautiful profusion.</p> -<p>She left the river, turned down the creek, entered a little -grove half a mile from the house, passed through it, and -looked across the open field beyond.</p> -<p>“Father,” she cried, “are you there?”</p> -<p>No answer was returned, save the echo of her musical -voice, and she looked about her in evident surprise.</p> -<p>“Where can he have gone?” she murmured. “Father!”</p> -<p>As the words left her lips there was a slight rustle in the -bushes by her side, and a man came out and stood beside -her. He was still young, but his strikingly handsome face -bore the marks of a life of dissipation and riot. He was -quite tall, nearly six feet in his moccasins, with a face which -showed unmistakable signs of Indian blood, though somewhat -remote, and a wandering black eye, full of passion. -He was dressed in hunting costume, and held in one hand a -long rifle, and two small protuberances in the breast of his -hunting-coat showed where his pistols lay concealed.</p> -<p>“I thought I should meet you here, Sadie,” he said, quietly. -“You don’t look very glad to see me.”</p> -<p>“You know what I think of you, William Jackwood,” -she replied, turning quickly away. “How dare you to come -here, after what has happened?”</p> -<p>He laughed a low, bitter, chilling laugh, which did not -indicate enjoyment, and his black eyes seemed to emit sparks -of fire.</p> -<p>“I would not refer to our last meeting, if I were you, -Sadie,” he said, evidently controlling himself by a violent -effort. “I was half crazy with liquor that night or I would -not have said what I did. See here; give me a chance to -make this right with you and I’ll do it. I want to be a -friend to you—I do, upon my soul. I’ll ask your pardon -on my knees, if you’ll forgive, and promise not to lay it up -against me.”</p> -<p>“I forgive you,” she said, with a cold, passionless glance, -“but you must not come here any more, for all that. My -<span class="pb" id="Page_11">11</span> -father has told me not to have any more to say to you, and -I shall obey him.”</p> -<p>The man stood grinding the butt of his rifle into the soft -earth, and fighting a powerful battle to keep down his heart. -The girl no longer looked at him but took up the pail and -was moving on.</p> -<p>“Wait a moment,” he said, hoarsely. “I can’t part from -you like this, Sadie. You don’t know what you are doing -or what will happen if you don’t use me more kindly. By—I -beg your pardon, but I am half mad—I can’t stand it. -Do you know that I worship the ground you tread for your -sake, and would give my life at any moment if it would be -of service to you?”</p> -<p>“You must not speak to me in that way, Mr. Jackwood,” -she said, in a more gentle tone. “I am truly sorry for you if -you speak the truth, but I can not listen to you. Aside from -the fact that my father does not like you, I have my own inclinations -to consult, and I do not and never can love you.”</p> -<p>“Then you love some one else,” he cried savagely. “All -right; marry him if you dare, but of this be assured—the moment -you stand up before the minister with <i>any</i> man, if it -were my own brother, I will kill you both where you stand. -Do you hear me?—I will kill you both.”</p> -<p>“Do you dare to threaten me in that way, Will Jackwood? -Oh, if my father were here, he would teach you to insult his -daughter in that way. Do you think to frighten me by idle -threats? Since you force me to say it, know that the sight -of your dark face is and always has been odious to me, and -that I will never speak to you again except upon compulsion -under any circumstances.”</p> -<p>He caught her by the wrist with his disengaged hand -and held her firmly, when she dropped the pail and struck -him full in the face with her open hand. He uttered a cry -like that of an angry tiger, and letting go his hold upon the -gun caught her about the waist with his strong right arm. -Powerless in his grasp, she struggled with all her strength -and screamed for help. The call was not made in vain, for -a quick step was heard, and a heavy body crashed through -the bushes, and Sadie screamed again.</p> -<p>“Comin’, by the mortal, comin’!” roared a hoarse voice. -“Oh, yes.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_12">12</div> -<p>Will Jackwood released her instantly and caught up his -gun, just as a short, thick-set, powerfully-built man darted -from the bushes and stood beside them. He wore the fringed -hunting-shirt and beaded moccasins of the scout and hunter, -and his long, flax-colored hair was crowned by a greasy coon-skin -cap in the last stages of dissolution. The face was a -marvel of native ugliness, but in spite of that he was greeted -with a cry of joy from Sadie.</p> -<p>“Cooney Joe is hyar,” he yelled. “What is the matter -now?”</p> -<p>“I have been insulted, Joe,” cried Sadie, panting for breath.</p> -<p>“By that yer p’ison critter, I’ll bet. Now look out, Black -Will, acause I’m a-goin’ to give yer the durndest lickin’ you -ever got sence yer mammy took ye over her knee. Hyar’s -fur ye.”</p> -<p>Before Black Will could bring his rifle to a level the stout -hunter dashed in and his heart was beating against the broad -breast of the man known as Jackwood. In a moment more -they were locked in a fierce grapple, fighting in true western -style, without the slightest idea of the rules of the ring. In -a stand-off fight, the long arms and powerful build of Black -Will would have given him a decided advantage, but in the -close grapple Cooney Joe was more than his equal, and loosening -one hand by a violent effort he struck his antagonist such -a blow in the face that his teeth seemed to rattle in his jaws, -and he staggered. Throwing himself forward with a victorious -war-whoop, Cooney Joe brought him to the ground, and -the next moment was kneeling on his breast with his long, -brown fingers fastened on his throat in a decidedly uncomfortable -way.</p> -<p>“Yah-h-h—hip! Got ye that time, my sweet infant! -The old coon kin climb a tree yit. Say the word, Miss Wescott, -an’ by the big meat pie I’ll choke the life clean out of -his pesky karkidge.”</p> -<p>“Let him go for the present, Joe,” she said. “He has -been punished sufficiently, and it will teach him that I am -not friendless.”</p> -<p>“Oh, pshaw! don’t let him git off that way. Take off his -belt and let me larrup him with it till he <i>howls</i>.”</p> -<p>“No, no; don’t strike him again. Take away his weapons -and let him go.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_13">13</div> -<p>“Hold on,” said Black Will hoarsely. “Don’t touch the -pistols and I promise to go away at once, and not make a -move for revenge to-day.”</p> -<p>“That’s fair,” said Joe, rising. “I never knowed the critter -to break a fair promise, Miss Sadie, and you kin trust him.”</p> -<p>Cooney Joe stood up and Black Will slowly arose, with an -expression of fearful malice upon his dark face, slowly brushing -the dust from his clothing without speaking a word. -Cooney Joe had taken up his rifle and stood leaning upon it, -a grin of enjoyment stretching his naturally wide mouth.</p> -<p>“Curi’s how things come ’round, ain’t it? I’ve wanted a -lick at you fur nigh onto five year an’ never got a chance till -now; does me good, this does.”</p> -<p>“Of course you know I’ll have your life for it, Joe Bent,” -said Black Will, in a quiet tone.</p> -<p>“Sartin, sartin, if ye kin git it,” replied Cooney Joe. “But -don’t forgit that ef I see yer hand go anigh a pistil in a -strange company I’ll try to shoot first. ’Member that, don’t ye.”</p> -<p>“I’ll try to remember, Joe,” was the reply. “Now, Miss -Wescott, I will say to you what I intended to say when this -meddling fool broke in upon us. You shall never live to be -the wife of another man. If I can not have you, no one else -shall, I swear by every thing I hold true.”</p> -<p>“P’isen critter, ain’t you, Will?” said Cooney Joe, regarding -him with a look of benign interest, as a great natural -curiosity. “I’ll be individually an’ collectively cussed ef you -ain’t a nice picter to go a-talkin’ about marryin’ a gal like -Miss Sadie. Why, bu’st my buttons, ef I don’t think she’d -ruther have me!”</p> -<p>“I would indeed,” replied Sadie.</p> -<p>“Who asked you to speak, Joe Bent?” said Black Will, -savagely. “Keep your distance and live in safety for twenty-four -hours, but after that I will take your life, no matter -where I meet you.”</p> -<p>“You rare ’round the awfulest kind, don’t ye,” replied Joe, -with a merry look. “Dash my bacon ef you ain’t a study -fur a painter. I’ve see’d chaps in the theater at St. Louis -that rared ’round the stage jest as you do now, but somehow -they allus got special hail kolumbia in the end. Now <i>git</i>; -I don’t want to say any thing more <i>but</i> git.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_14">14</div> -<p>Black Will quietly tightened his belt, brought his rifle to -a “right shoulder shift,” and was off at a long, slinging pace -which carried him rapidly across the field.</p> -<p>“Thar goes a pizen critter, Miss Sadie,” muttered Cooney -Joe. “Now I reckon he meant jest what he said when he -told me that he’d hev my life, but I’ve took a good many -chances, though he’ll hev my ha’r sartin ef I don’t shoot first -when we meet.”</p> -<p>“I am sorry to have brought you into danger, Joe,” said -the girl.</p> -<p>“Sorry—danger—git out! D’ye think I keer fur <i>that</i>, -little gal? Why, make it the wust ye kin, the chances ar’ I -git a shot afore he does, an’ ef I <i>miss</i>, then it’s my own fault. -Whar’s yer daddy?”</p> -<p>“I came out to find him and bring him some drink. I -thought he was at work in this field.”</p> -<p>“He orter be keerful,” said Joe Bent, uneasily, “’cause the -Injins are gitting r’iled up awful, and thar’s no tellin’ when -they may break out. Let’s try an’ find him.”</p> -<p>“There he is now,” cried Sadie.</p> -<p>As she spoke, a middle-aged man, with a hoe across his -shoulder, appeared at the other side of the woods and came -rapidly toward them. As he came near he shouted cheerily -to Joe Bent, who seemed very glad to see him, and they shook -hands heartily. Mr. Wescott had the same air of gentility -which showed itself in his daughter, but, like her, had adapted -himself to his present surroundings, and looked the picture -of a genuine western farmer. In stature he was almost -a giant.</p> -<p>Sadie rapidly recounted her meeting with Black Will, and -all that had passed between them, and the face of Mr. Wescott -darkened, while his hand closed convulsively upon the -handle of his hoe.</p> -<p>“It is a lucky thing for the black-hearted scoundrel that -I was not by, Sadie,” he said, “or it would have gone hard -with him. What brings you up this way, Joe?”</p> -<p>“I sort o’ got a hint to git off the hunting grounds from -that pernicious red devil, Napope, who is sp’ilin’ fur mischief. -Ar’ ye good friends with the Injins, ’square?”</p> -<p>“Certainly; I never wronged one of them in my life.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_15">15</div> -<p>“Not that it matters much ef they once rise,” continued -Joe, “because then they won’t hev any friends in the white -race. I’ve my doubts of that Black Will, anyhow. Two -weeks ago I saw him in the Injin village, an’ him an’ that -cussid Napope was ez thick ez flies in sp’iled bacon.”</p> -<p>“What is the trouble with the Indians?” said Wescott, uneasily.</p> -<p>“Them cussid agents rob them like thieves,” replied Joe -Bent. “Ef Black-Hawk would only ketch an’ burn them, I -don’t believe our fellers would kick much, they act so fearful -mean. Do you know that I think the village the best place -fur Miss Sadie, ’bout this time in the year?”</p> -<p>“I’ll talk to you by-and-by,” said Wescott, with a quick -glance at his daughter’s observant face. “Come to the house -and get something to eat.”</p> -<p>They quickened their steps and reached the cabin, and -while Sadie set about preparing a meal, they sat outside and -smoked their pipes, talking in low, eager tones. Sadie could -see that their conversation was very important, and, woman-like, -felt piqued that they kept it secret from her, and hurried -her preparations. In a few moments the homely meal -was smoking on the board, and they sat down, enjoying their -food with keen relish; but the two men dropped their conversation, -or rather, changed it to indifferent subjects, much -to the disgust of Sadie. Just as they were about to rise from -the table, she gave utterance to a cry of surprise and ran to -the door, and a moment after appeared, leading an Indian -girl by the hand.</p> -<h2 id="c2"><span class="small">CHAPTER II.</span> -<br />MINNEOBA’S WARNING.</h2> -<p>It was a woman of the Sac nation, but bearing unmistakable -signs of white blood. Her form might almost have -vied with that of Sadie, and her dark skin glowed with perfect -health. Her hair was unlike that of any pure Indian -girl, slightly waving, and with a luster upon it never seen in -<span class="pb" id="Page_16">16</span> -the pure Indian. Her dress was of the richest description -that was worn by the women of the tribe, and her head was -crowned by a coronet of eagle-feathers, which bespoke the -daughter of a chief. Dainty feet, small hands and delicate -features distinguished the maid from the majority of her race, -and all together, two more noble specimens of native grace -rarely trod the same floor.</p> -<p>“By the piper that played while the king danced, if it -ain’t Minneoba, the pride of the Sac nation,” cried Cooney -Joe. “Say, gal, what ye doin’ ’round yer?”</p> -<p>“Minneoba has traveled a long path, and she is weary,” -replied the Indian girl, faintly. “Let the Wild Rose give -her food and drink.”</p> -<p>Sadie, who was much taken by the rare beauty of the forest -maid, seated her at once at the table and placed food before -her. She passed over the few dainties which the table -afforded, and ate the most simple food, and her appetite was -soon gratified. Joe whispered aside with Mr. Wescott.</p> -<p>“I tell you that the gal is the favorite daughter of Black-Hawk,” -he whispered, “an’ she’s got some good reason fur -bein’ hyar. But don’t hurry her, for I know the breed and -she’s obstinit, durned obstinit, when she hez a mind to, -though she’s a good gal, too.”</p> -<p>In the mean time the Indian girl was chatting merrily with -her new friend, and her musical laugh rung through the cabin.</p> -<p>“Whisper to Sadie to git her confidence, Mr. Wescott,” -muttered the hunter. “She kin do it. The gal is open-hearted -as the day, and ef she means friendship she <i>means</i> -it.”</p> -<p>Wescott called Sadie aside and spoke to her in a low, hurried -tone, and nodding intelligently, the white girl returned -to the side of the Indian girl, and soon after the two rose and -went out of the cabin, strolling down by the river side. Minneoba -had her fan in her hand, more from habit than any -thing else, and they walked along the green banks, talking -earnestly.</p> -<p>“Minneoba is the daughter of Black-Hawk,” said the maiden, -in answer to a question, “and she loves her father well. -The heart of the old man is very sad, for he sees the white -<span class="pb" id="Page_17">17</span> -men forcing the Indian step by step out of the land their fathers -gave them. Look down and tell me what you see.”</p> -<p>Close to the bank of the stream not far away a succession -of low mounds of different sizes showed where the ancient -grave-yard of a tribe had been. Not far from this a white -village was seen, the farms of the settlers encroaching upon -the graves.</p> -<p>“When we bury the bodies of those we love, daughter of -the white man, it is not pleasant to think that the feet of the -strangers tread upon the graves. The Indians are rough and -rude, but they too love the graves of their fathers, and it -makes them sad to think that the plow of the white man -will disturb the loved remains.”</p> -<p>“It is very sad, but I have heard that Keokuk sold this -land to our people.”</p> -<p>“Keokuk has done wickedly,” cried the girl, excitedly. -“It is a false Indian who treads upon his father’s grave, or -allows the white man to do it. A Sac despises the man who -is so base.”</p> -<p>“What will the Indians do?”</p> -<p>“What they will do is not for an Indian girl to say; their -hearts are very sore, but they would be friends with the white -men, if the white men will let them. But fire-water and bad -men will make trouble in the land. Tell the people of the -village that it would be better for them to give up the Sac -town and build for themselves upon another place.”</p> -<p>In order to understand the words of Minneoba fully, it will -be necessary to set down the history of the events which finally -drove Black-Hawk to desperation.</p> -<p>By the treaty entered into by the United States upon one -side and the Sacs and Foxes, Siouxs, Omahas, Iowas and -Ottoes upon the other, headed by Keokuk, or the Watchful -Fox, the land of these tribes was sold to the United States. -In this bargain and sale Black-Hawk took no part, but in -spite of that the Indian agents insisted that he should leave -his village, which without his consent had been sold to the -whites, and build another upon the west bank of the Mississippi.</p> -<p>No race love their native land better than the Indian, and -Black-Hawk was of the pure blood. He cursed the traitors -<span class="pb" id="Page_18">18</span> -who had sold their country, but vowed that he would not -leave his village until compelled to do so by force. Every -little disturbance between wandering white men and the -tribes, every slight affair of whatever kind was magnified and -turned against the Sac chief. Yet he only sought to do what -was right, and prevailed upon Keokuk, who had made the -treaty, to go to the white agents, with whom it had been -made, and offer them in the name of the Sacs the lead mines, -the most valuable property of the Indians, if they might be -permitted to retain their village. The Watchful Fox, satisfied -that he had sold that which was not his own, agreed to go, -and ask for Black-Hawk the little land on which the village -stood, including the grave-yard of the tribe. It was refused.</p> -<p>It was the custom of the western tribes at this date to go -out in winter in a body and have a great hunt. Black-Hawk -went away at the head of his tribe with secret misgivings, and -the village was left unguarded. This was the winter of 1830, -and when the Indians came back from their hunt they found -their village in the possession of the whites, who had taken -advantage of their absence to take possession. The river was -yet full of floating ice, and it was impossible for the Indians -to move, but they sent word to the invaders that before corn-planting -they would drive them out of the village, no matter -at what cost to themselves.</p> -<p>The whites were alarmed, for they felt their inability to -oppose the tribe with their present number. A deputation -was sent to the chiefs, proposing that they should occupy and -plant the land together. The Indians, always generous in -the disposal of land, agreed to the proposal, but upon arriving -they found that the whites had seized and planted the best -of the land.</p> -<p>The peaceful village became one of the most disorderly -upon the frontier. With the whites came in their vices, and -the Indians, naturally weak, began to feel their effects. The -sale of liquor was commenced, and by its aid the whites gradually -robbed the Indians of all that they could call their -own.</p> -<p>The chief saw with alarm what must be the result, when -they received orders to cross no more to the east bank of the -river. The result of such an order may be readily understood, -<span class="pb" id="Page_19">19</span> -rousing all the fierce passions of the Indians, and in -this state matters stood at the time when Minneoba visited the -cabin of Mr. Wescott.</p> -<p>The Indians were now nearly all upon the west bank of -the river, the chiefs preferring this to longer intercourse with -the white men. These simple men were no match for their -wily antagonists, and had too rapidly imbibed their vices. -Black-Hawk was an Indian, but he had a heart to feel for the -woes of his people, and he saw that only by force of arms -could he hope to succeed in wresting his country from the -hand of the invader.</p> -<p>“Is it possible that my father’s land belongs to the Indians?” -said Sadie. “He paid for it honestly, and would not -willingly wrong any man.”</p> -<p>“The Wild Rose speaks truly. Her father has a great -heart, but he holds the land which belongs to Black-Hawk.”</p> -<p>“Then he will pay for it again, sooner than wrong a chief -of the Sacs.”</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk will not sell his lands to a white man. Let -the words of Minneoba sound in the ears of Wild Rose. This -is no place for her to dwell. Let her get a swift horse and -fly away until the tempest has passed, for a dark cloud hangs -over her father’s house and threatens her.”</p> -<p>“I have done no wrong; why should I flee?”</p> -<p>“My sister, the evil will come to the just and the unjust, -for Black-Hawk will have his land again. Do not ask me to -tell you more, for a Sac maiden can not betray her father, -but take those you love and fly.”</p> -<p>While yet speaking, the rapid beat of hoofs could be heard, -and two men rounded a point of woods and approached them. -At a glance Sadie recognized Black Will and a desperate ruffian -who was more than suspected of selling arms to the Indians, -a great offense upon the frontier. This man’s name -was Richard Garrett, and he was hated and feared all along -the border.</p> -<p>“Ha, look!” cried Minneoba. “Yonder comes a bad white -man, who has spoken evil words in the ears of Black-Hawk. -What does he here?”</p> -<p>“Let us hurry away,” whispered Sadie. “He is my enemy, -and I fear to meet him now.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_20">20</div> -<p>The two girls darted into the bushes, but not quickly enough -to evade the eyes of the two men, who at once urged their -horses and overtook the flying girls.</p> -<p>“Ha, my dear,” said Black Will, placing himself in front -of Sadie, and effectually barring her further flight. “I did -not expect to meet you so soon.”</p> -<p>“Do not stop me, Will Jackwood,” cried Sadie. “You -have been punished once to-day for your insolence. Joe Bent -is not far away.”</p> -<p>“He is safe from me for this day, for he has my word,” -replied Black Will. “But, when we meet again, one or the -other goes down.”</p> -<p>“Threats do not hurt the absent,” was the quiet reply. -“Let me pass at once.”</p> -<p>“Not so fast. I shall not have a better opportunity than -this, and must entreat you to come with me.”</p> -<p>Unconsciously, in their walk, the girls had come some distance -from the house, and at that quiet hour few persons were -abroad. Sadie understood the object of Black Will. It was -to seize and carry her away for the purpose of forcing her to -become his wife. He sprung out of the saddle, and menacing -her with instant death if she cried out, hurried toward her, -when a new and unexpected obstacle stood in his path. Minneoba -had been almost unnoticed by the two scoundrels, and -seeing that Dick Garrett was employed in holding the horses, -the brave girl suddenly strung her bow, and fitting an arrow -hastily, sprung in between Black Will and his intended victim, -and he recoiled with a cry of rage, as the bright point of the -arrow glittered in the light.</p> -<p>“Minneoba, by all the devils! Out of my path, girl, or a -worse thing may come to you.”</p> -<p>But Minneoba did not move, her bright eyes fixed upon the -form of the would-be abductor in a way which he did not -like.</p> -<p>“Sadie is the friend of the Sac girl,” she said, quietly. -“You shall not touch her while I live.”</p> -<p>“You don’t know what you are doing, mad girl. What -will your father say when he knows that you have aimed an -arrow at my breast—<i>mine</i>, of all white men in the territory!”</p> -<p>“It would be better for Black-Hawk if you had never seen -<span class="pb" id="Page_21">21</span> -him,” replied the girl. “Take your horse and go, for I will -spare your life if you do not touch the Wild Rose; touch -her, and you are dead.”</p> -<p>Black Will was a brave man, but he knew well the deadly -skill of the Indian girl, and had seen it proved a hundred -times in sportive encounters in the Indian village. Though -full of rage, he dared not advance.</p> -<p>“But listen to me, Minneoba,” he said. “This girl is -to be my wife; I love her, and would take her into my -lodge.”</p> -<p>“Let me hear her say that she loves <i>you</i>, and the Sac girl -will not come between you. Stand back, or the arrow flies -from the string.”</p> -<p>“You shall suffer for this, girl. Black-Hawk shall know -how his daughter claims for a friend the daughter of the man -who holds his land. We shall see how he likes that.”</p> -<p>“Minneoba can talk to Black-Hawk; she does not need the -white hunter to tell her what to say.”</p> -<p>“She’s a bu’ster, Will,” said Dave Garrett, laughing. “I -reckon you had better give it up. Come, little girl, don’t be -foolish. Get out of the way, for my sake.”</p> -<p>Minneoba did not move, and the arrow was still ready to -fly.</p> -<p>“Hark, Will! There come horses. Let’s get out of this -as quick as we can.”</p> -<p>Black Will, shaking his clenched hand at the immovable -figure of the Indian girl, sprung into the saddle, and the two -men rode away at the top of their speed. They were scarcely -out of sight when a party of mounted riflemen came up at a -trot, but, seeing the two girls, they halted, and the leader dismounted -and came toward them. He was a young, handsome -fellow, in a fringed hunting-coat, booted and spurred, and -wearing the insignia of Melton’s mounted rifles, to show that -he was captain of scouts. He lifted the cap gracefully from -his head, and bowed low as he approached.</p> -<p>“Captain Melton of the mounted rifles, by way of introduction. -May I ask if you have seen any thing of a man -known in this region as Dick Garrett?”</p> -<p>“He rode away five minutes since in company with William -Jackwood.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_22">22</div> -<p>“The deuce he did! Excuse me, Miss, which way did he -go?”</p> -<p>Sadie pointed out the road, and with a hasty adieu the -young officer bounded into the saddle and the command -went off at full speed, with Melton at their head. Sadie -had noted that his dark eyes had rested admiringly upon her, -and she was herself struck by his noble appearance, and -Minneoba laughed softly. She could see that the two had -met before.</p> -<p>“The young white chief is very brave. Sadie could love -him!”</p> -<p>“Nonsense, you foolish girl,” said Sadie, blushing. “I -have only seen him twice before, and probably shall never -see him again. Let us return to the house.”</p> -<h2 id="c3"><span class="small">CHAPTER III.</span> -<br />BLACK-HAWK INSULTED.</h2> -<p>They had scarcely reached the house when the sound of -voices could be distinctly heard upon the river and Joe sprung -to the door, from which the stream was plainly visible. A -dozen canoes were upon the water full of Indians, crossing -from the other shore.</p> -<p>“You’d better git out of sight, Minneoba,” said Cooney -Joe. “It won’t be well for them to see you here unless you -are forced to come out.”</p> -<p>The Indian girl hurried into the cabin, and went into -Sadie’s room. A moment later a tumultuous band of Sacs, -shouting out furious threats against the whites, landed near -the cabin and came hastily toward it.</p> -<p>“Drunk as lords, every man jack of them,” said Joe. -“We’ve got to talk sweet to them or thar will be some ha’r -raised right about yer. Thar; that’s old Black-Hawk himself, -by George. I wonder what he wants.”</p> -<p>An Indian somewhat advanced in life, and wearing the -usual insignia of a chief of the Sacs, headed the party, and a -word from him stilled the clamorous tongues of the warriors. -<span class="pb" id="Page_23">23</span> -Mr. Wescott and Joe stepped out to meet them, and -the chief received them by a lofty gesture.</p> -<p>“We come for corn,” he said, “and my young men are -so angry that they need the hand of a chief. It is hard that -the Sacs must come like thieves in the night to take corn -from their old fields.”</p> -<p>“It is hard indeed, Black-Hawk,” replied Mr. Wescott. -“I am as much grieved as you can be that this thing has -happened, and upon my word, I hope that you may settle -this trouble peaceably.”</p> -<p>“Why do you stay on the Sac fields then?” replied the -Indian, morosely. “The words of my brother are wise, but -they do not agree with his actions. I stand upon Sac ground, -which is <i>not</i> sold and <i>can not</i> be sold unless Black-Hawk -puts his totem on the paper and gives a belt. Why is the -white man here then?”</p> -<p>“I bought of a man who claimed the right to sell,” said -Wescott, “but I am willing to give you a fair price for the -fields, even now.”</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk will not sell his fathers’ graves,” replied -the chief, fiercely. “Look; your white men are making my -warriors like themselves, good at talking but no workers. -They drink the accursed fire-water and become hogs. In a -few years, the name of Sac will be forgotten and they will -be but beasts to carry the loads the white man puts upon -their backs.”</p> -<p>“It’s no use talkin’ now, Black-Hawk,” said Cooney Joe. -“I don’t say it’s right—because it ain’t—for Keokuk had no -right to sell your land. But, the thing’s done and our fellers -have possession, and I’m afraid they won’t give it up.”</p> -<p>“They must.”</p> -<p>“Oh, pshaw; you ought to know that they are darned -good at takin’ things but they don’t give back wuth a cent. -You may as well build a village over yender.”</p> -<p>“That they may come and take it again,” replied Black-Hawk, -with a bitter laugh. “Let us speak no more, for -my tongue grows bitter in my mouth. Sons of the Sac, let -us go for corn.”</p> -<p>The Indian stalked away, followed by a shouting crowd of -his adherents, and Cooney Joe looked uneasily at Wescott.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_24">24</div> -<p>“I don’t like this, ’square. You see our fellers ar’ mighty -rough on the Injins, and I heard some on ’em say that ef the -Sacs came over to steal corn they’d give ’em an all-fired lickin’. -Now if they do that it means war.”</p> -<p>“I hope our men will not be so impudent,” said Wescott. -“They ought to give the poor fellows a chance to carry away -corn for their suffering families, since they have dispossessed -them of their land.”</p> -<p>Half an hour passed, when suddenly there came a great tumult -from the direction in which the Indians had gone. The -shouts of men, the loud and continuous barking of dogs, and -the occasional crack of fire-arms, could be heard.</p> -<p>Cooney Joe caught up his weapons, and followed by Mr. -Wescott, hurried away in the direction from which the sound -came. They had not gone half a mile when they came upon -a great rabble of whites surrounding the party which had -come over for corn, abusing them in every possible way. -Showers of stone were hurled upon them, clods of earth and -filth of every description was cast upon them, and they were -fighting their way slowly back toward the stream, apparently -unconscious of the insults heaped upon them. Foremost -among them, walking with a firm step, but with a dark cloud -gathering upon his brow, strode Black-Hawk. A stone had -struck him on the forehead, and the blood was trickling slowly -down his face, but he did not seem to be aware of the -fact. Once or twice he turned his head when some unusually -vile epithet was heaped upon him, with a haughty glance at -the offender, which they remembered in the after times, for -two men who struck him, and whom he marked for destruction, -were the first to fall when the struggle commenced in -earnest.</p> -<p>“White men,” cried the chief, halting, at length. “Do -not dare to stand in the track of Black-Hawk, upon his own -land.”</p> -<p>“Your land, you old thief,” roared a man named Churchill. -“You lie! It is ours—fairly bought—and we will keep -it.”</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk does not waste words with a man with a -double tongue, who is only fit to sit with the women when -the warriors are on the battle-field,” replied the chief.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_25">25</div> -<p>Churchill caught up a handful of sand and flung it into -the face of the old chief. Black-Hawk trembled in every -limb but not with fear, and he clenched his hands until the -blood started from beneath his nails.</p> -<p>“Fool!” he hissed. “In the days to come, remember -Black-Hawk!”</p> -<p>That the man had good cause to remember this insult, the -history of that time will show.</p> -<p>The Indians went on their way, but all around them the -confusion became greater, and it was with the utmost difficulty -that they kept their ranks, and kept down their passions -enough to prevent the use of the tomahawks, which -every man carried. Had Black-Hawk but given the word, -they would have rushed like tigers upon their prey, and torn -the rabble asunder like cobweb. But the policy of the chief -had been opposed to bloodshed, and he hoped to be able to -get to the river without being forced to draw a weapon.</p> -<p>“Look at the black thieves,” roared Churchill. “Down -with them, boys; shower the mud on them; stone them out -of the country.”</p> -<p>He was but too well seconded by those who followed him, -and many of the Indians were badly hurt by the missiles -which were thrown at them. Directed by Churchill, three -or four strong men rushed suddenly forward and laid hold -upon the chief, with the intention of beating him.</p> -<p>“Dogs!” cried the Sac, casting them aside like feathers. -“Take your clubs, sons of the brave.”</p> -<p>Up to this moment the Indians had not lifted a hand, but -at the order of their chief they lifted their clubs, and sprung -forward with furious yells. The chief singled out Churchill, -and leaped upon him like a tiger, but the man ran backward, -and the chief, never thinking of support, followed him with -uplifted club. Before he was aware of his danger he was in -the midst of a circle of infuriated whites, who commenced -an indiscriminate assault upon him, striking and kicking him -with merciless force. It is impossible to say whether he -would have escaped with life, but at this moment the rabble -parted before the rush of strong men, and Cooney Joe and -Mr. Wescott darted into the circle, and placed themselves beside -the chief.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_26">26</div> -<p>“Back, if you are men,” cried Wescott. “What, thirty -against one poor old man!”</p> -<p>“Keep cl’ar, keep cl’ar,” cried Joe, flourishing his rifle in -a threatening manner. “He’s an Injin, but fair play’s a -jewel, you know. You won’t strike him ag’in while I stand -hyar.”</p> -<p>“Get out of the way, Joe Bent,” screamed Churchill. -“What business have you to interfere?”</p> -<p>“Because I’m called on by a magistrate,” replied Joe. -“Keep cl’ar, I tell ye, or I’ll make my rifle-butt acquainted -with the softness of yer head. Back a little.”</p> -<p>“Disperse, every one of you, and let the Indians return to -the river, and I will see to it that you are punished for what -you have already done,” said Wescott, as they hesitated. -There was some grumbling, but after a little they began to -step away, and the little knot of Indians were left alone upon -the field.</p> -<p>“I am sorry that this has happened, Black-Hawk,” said -Wescott. “You want corn, you say; go to my crib and -take out what you want.”</p> -<p>The chief did not reply, but he stood looking after the retreating -forms of the white men, with a moody brow. Many -a man who was in his grave before that season closed, might -have been alive and happy but for that vile attack.</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk owes much to the white man,” he said, -slowly. “They have stolen his village, trampled upon his -father’s grave, plowed up the earth above the dead, and -scored the earth with their axes. Now they have insulted -Black-Hawk and he will remember.”</p> -<p>“I would not take it too much to heart, Black-Hawk,” -said Wescott.</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk will remember,” was the reply. “But look -my brother. By this blood which drops upon the earth I -promise friendship to you and yours. You are two just -white men; and all the tribes shall honor you for what you -have done this night. Let my good brother go toward the -rising sun and stay until the tempest has passed by.”</p> -<p>Wescott shook his head, and walked beside the chief to -the river. He refused to take any corn, and as the canoes -pulled off the two foresters looked at each other.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_27">27</div> -<p>“This is bad, Joe,” said Wescott, “but we must get to -work. Do you know where the General is now?”</p> -<p>“He’s at Jefferson Barracks—that’s whar he is,” replied -Joe.</p> -<p>“Then he must be spoken to and at once. In the mean -time I will take a horse and see other officers and concert -measures for the public safety. The whole North-west is in -danger, for many will follow Black-Hawk.”</p> -<p>They hurried back to the cabin, and to his delight the -settler found Captain Melton there, who had returned unsuccessful -from the pursuit of Black Will and Dick Garrett.</p> -<p>The young officer was well known to both Mr. Wescott -and Cooney Joe, and was cordially greeted by both.</p> -<p>“What was this disturbance I heard just now, Mr. Wescott?” -said Melton, as they shook hands. “It sounded almost -like a battle.”</p> -<p>“It was very near one as it was,” said Wescott. “Our -people surrounded a party of Indians who came over for -corn, insulted them in every conceivable way, beat and threw -stones at them and injured Black-Hawk quite severely.”</p> -<p>“You don’t tell me that they have hurt Black-Hawk?”</p> -<p>“Yes, and if I know any thing of the Indian he will resent -it.”</p> -<p>“This is too bad, just when we hoped to settle the matter -peaceably. Let the people on the frontier look to it -now, for there is trouble ahead as sure as we live. Hi, -there, Stanley,” he cried, addressing one of his men. “Ride -to the Post and see the General. Tell him exactly what has -happened, word for word, and when you have done that, -go back by way of the island and tell the rest of the boys -to come up.”</p> -<p>“Do you think they will fight, captain?”</p> -<p>“Of course they will, and we have a lot of dunderheads -who will do their best to force it on. With your permission, -Mr. Wescott, I will stay here to-night, if you will let -the men sleep in your barn.”</p> -<p>“Certainly; if the house were large enough they should -be welcome to that.”</p> -<p>The command of Melton was an independent one, composed -<span class="pb" id="Page_28">28</span> -principally of bordermen and scouts, selected for their -known valor and knowledge of the country. As usual in -such cases they were despised by the dandy regiments until -two or three rough bouts between the men had taught them -a lesson. They were very popular with the masses, however, -and in a bush fight, were capable of doing more work than -any body of men in the service.</p> -<p>Two or three couriers were dispatched in various directions, -and then the party camped outside, while the captain -entered the house, where he was received by Mrs. Wescott and -the daughter. The elder lady had just returned from a visit -down the river.</p> -<p>“This is Charley Melton, my prince of borderers, the best -scout captain in the territories,” said Wescott. “Captain, my -daughter Sadie.”</p> -<p>“I met Miss Wescott early in the evening when in chase -of a desperate gambler who had shot a man over a card-table. -And indeed we met twice in the village.”</p> -<p>“I hope you caught him, captain,” said Wescott.</p> -<p>“Sorry to say I did not. How the fellow managed to -slip away I don’t know, but when we got to the bend, all -trace of them was lost. He had a man in his company -whom I want to see, for I believe he is stirring up the Indians -against us.”</p> -<p>“You mean Black Will Jackwood, I’ll bet,” said Joe -Bent.</p> -<p>“Yes; what made you think that?”</p> -<p>“’Cause I see the bloody cuss at Rock Island, whisperin’ -round old Black-Hawk, and it looked bad to me, somehow. -It will be a ’markably good thing when he is hung up out of -harm’s way.”</p> -<p>“That good thing will be very likely to happen if we have -the good luck to catch them. Ha! What Indian girl is -that?”</p> -<p>“Minneoba, the daughter of Black-Hawk,” replied the girl, -coming forward. “Let not Loud Tempest fear that she will -speak the words she hears in the lodge of her white father in -the ear of the Sacs. Minneoba is not a creeping serpent, and -will not betray her friends.”</p> -<p>“Loud Tempest, eh? Poetical name the Sacs have given -<span class="pb" id="Page_29">29</span> -me, though for what cause I do not know. What have you -there, Dix?”</p> -<p>An orderly had appeared at the door and saluted.</p> -<p>“Caught a Pottawatomie, just now, who claims that he has -something to say.”</p> -<p>“Who is he?”</p> -<p>“Little Fox.”</p> -<p>“Pah! I don’t think much can be made out of <i>him</i>. However, -bring him in, and let us hear what he has to say.”</p> -<p>The orderly turned and beckoned, and an Indian, greasy -and smoke-begrimed, with a face which bore evident signs of -hard potations, appeared in the doorway. This “lord of the -forest” was very drunk. His eyes rolled in their sockets, -and he found it easiest to stand by the aid of the door-post.</p> -<h2 id="c4"><span class="small">CHAPTER IV.</span> -<br />LITTLE FOX—NA-SHE-ESCHUCK.</h2> -<p>The Indian was one of the worst specimens of his race—a -creature naturally brutal, who had been rendered more debased -by an excessive use of fire-water. As he clung to the -door-post and looked at them out of bleared and watery eyes, -he was as disgusting a specimen of the <i>genus homo</i> as could -be found between the two oceans.</p> -<p>“Let me talk to this critter,” said Cooney Joe. “I calculate -I understand the natur’ of the unadulterated, unb’iled, -unwashed and unclean drunken red, as well as any man in the -great Nor’-west. I do, by the livin’ hokies. Hyar, you ’possum, -speak up, and speak quick; what ar’ ye looking fur -now?”</p> -<p>“Fire-water; poor Injun <i>very</i> dry,” replied this noble red-man. -“Tire—much tire; walk durn good ways; <i>mus’</i> hab -fire-water.”</p> -<p>“You got to airn it fust, my noble red,” replied Joe. -“Come, agitate yer jaw; tell us what ye want.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_30">30</div> -<p>“S’pose you give Little Fox fire-water, den talk. How <i>can</i> -talk when no hab drink? Ugh!”</p> -<p>“That’s the heathen philosophy, gents all,” said Joe, with -a look of supreme disgust. “No whisky, no news. Got sech -a thing as a drain of sperrits handy, ’square?”</p> -<p>Mr. Wescott left the room, and returned shortly with a -small flask of rum, from which he poured out a glass for the -Indian, who drank it with avidity, smacked his lips, and held -out the glass for more.</p> -<p>“Hold on,” said Joe, pushing back the extended hand. -“Not ef I know it, Injin. That tongue of yours begins to -double, anyhow, and I reckon you’ll hev to do some talking -afore you git any more rum.”</p> -<p>“Pottawatomie big warrior, <i>much</i> brave,” replied the Indian, -loftily, striking his clenched hand upon his broad breast. -“Give Injun rum.”</p> -<p>“I’ll give you a bat ’long side your old head ef ye ask fur -more afore you’ve done the work,” said Joe, angrily. “Come -now, speak up. What d’ye want?”</p> -<p>“Want rifle—want blanket—want <i>heap</i> fire-water!” replied -Little Fox. “Got heap story to tell.”</p> -<p>“Lies, probably. Come, out with it, and ef it is any use -to us, then we’ll pay han’sum. That’s the time of day.”</p> -<p>“Want him <i>now</i>,” replied the Indian, with a surly glance -at the speaker. “No tell news widout you put him down -here.”</p> -<p>“That won’t do, Injin,” said Joe. “You heard what the -fellers done with Black-Hawk, just now. I’ve only got to say -the word, and you go away the <i>sorest</i> Injin in the Nor’-west. -Tell us any really important news, and we’ll give you -a rifle, two blankets and a keg of rum, and you kin drink -you’self to death in a week.”</p> -<p>“Much <i>promise</i>—little <i>do</i>. Dat white man’s way,” replied -the Indian. “Little Fox no speak.”</p> -<p>“Will you speak if <i>I</i> promise to give you what you ask?” -said Captain Melton, advancing.</p> -<p>“Loud Tempest will do what he says,” replied the Indian, -with a drunken leer. “Little Fox will believe him.”</p> -<p>“Very well, then; I promise to give you the rifle, blankets -and rum, if you tell us all you came to tell.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_31">31</div> -<p>“Give Injun stool; sit down like white man. Floor much -dizzy; whirl round <i>fast</i>. Ugh!”</p> -<p>By the not very mild assistance of Cooney Joe the Indian -was seated on a stool, with his back to the wall, and sat with -drunken gravity waiting to be questioned.</p> -<p>“Go on with yer story, you red nigger,” cried Joe. “And -see yer, the minnit you begin to <i>lie</i>—and oh, Lord, how he <i>kin</i> -lie when he lays his tongue to it!—that minnit I jump on -you and yer ha’r comes off.”</p> -<p>“Little Fox will speak with a straight tongue,” replied the -savage, drawing himself up. “Give injun more rum, and -he talk <i>heap</i> fast.”</p> -<p>Cooney Joe poured out a very mild dose of rum and gave -it to the savage, who gulped it down at once, and would have -asked for more but that the expression of Joe’s face taught -him that such a measure would bring down upon his head -the wrath of the hunter, and he prudently refrained.</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk much mad,” he said. “See—white man -take his village and plant corn among the graves. That no -right in white man.”</p> -<p>“No moril reflections, bummer,” said Joe. “Git on with -yer yarn, or off goes yer sculp.”</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk has a great army,” said the Indian. “His -braves are coming in from the plains and their faces are -painted for war. The white men must not sleep or they will -all die.”</p> -<p>It is needless to follow word by word the disjointed narrative -of the drunken savage, interrupted as it was by appeals -for rum, which was doled out to him in very small quantities -by Cooney Joe, who feared that he would get too drunk -to articulate. He sat swaying unsteadily to and fro, and -told a tale which confirmed their fears. Messengers had been -sent out to the various tribes, and all had agreed to follow -the standard of Black-Hawk and assist him in driving out -the invaders of their land. Nearly all the principal chiefs -except Keokuk had given in their adhesion, and bands of -warriors were already on their way to the place of rendezvous, -not far from Rock Island, where there was a Sac village -and a fort. Doubtless the Indian misrepresented the -plans of Black-Hawk, but he told enough truth to make his -<span class="pb" id="Page_32">32</span> -story tally with the preconceived ideas of the whites, and -they looked at one another in silent dismay.</p> -<p>“This is very serious,” said the captain of scouts. “This -Indian has earned his reward, and if he will come into the -village to-morrow he shall have the liquor; the rifle and -blankets I can give him now.”</p> -<p>He went out and brought in a very good rifle and two -blankets, which he had obtained from the men. A flask of -powder was added, and a mold to run bullets, and Little Fox -staggered away, happy as a lord, little knowing that the possession -of these articles would prove his death-warrant. -With the weapon in his hands he staggered toward the village, -where he was met by a young warrior of the Sac nation, -whom, in his drunken blindness, he did not recognize -as the youngest son of Black-Hawk, who was lurking about -for information.</p> -<p>“My brother has a fine gun,” he said in the Indian tongue, -endeavoring to lay his hand upon the weapon. But Little -Fox tore it away from him in drunken wrath.</p> -<p>“Wagh! It is the gun of the white man, and the Sacs -will fall before it as the leaves when they are yellow,” he -said.</p> -<p>“My brother is very rich. He must have taken much fur -to buy so fine a gun,” said the young Indian, who already -showed the qualities which afterward gave him a leading -place in the tribe.</p> -<p>“Little Fox is the friend of the white man, and he can get -a gun for nothing,” was the reply. “When Black-Hawk -comes with his warriors he will find the white men ready.”</p> -<p>“Has my brother told the white men what Black-Hawk -is doing?” said the young Sac, vailing his rage.</p> -<p>“Little Fox can speak or Little Fox can be silent,” replied -the Pottawatomie. “Look: to-morrow he is to have enough -rum to last him a whole moon, because he is the friend of -the white man.”</p> -<p>“Fire-water is good,” said the Sac. “Has my brother a -canoe to carry it across the river?”</p> -<p>The Indian shook his head, and a sort of hazy idea passed -through his clouded brain that he had already said as much -as he ought concerning the affair.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_33">33</div> -<p>“I have a fine canoe,” continued the son of Black-Hawk. -“Let my brother bring the rum to the Point, and I will help -him carry it away.”</p> -<p>The Pottawatomie nodded gravely, and went on his sinuous -way, while the young chief darted into the forest, and -taking a circuitous course, reached his father’s village at -early morning. The old chief was in his lodge, in an attitude -of the deepest dejection, for he had not sought a quarrel -with the whites. Near him, seated upon a pile of skins, -and with a look of deep malice on his face, sat Black Will, -holding his rifle in his brown right hand.</p> -<p>“Ha! here comes Na-she-eschuck,” he said. “Now, -Black-Hawk, let your great heart awake and listen to the -words of your son. Speak, Na-she-eschuck; what are the -white men doing?”</p> -<p>“They go about among the lodges they have built above -our fathers’ graves and laugh because they have insulted -Black-Hawk,” replied the young Sac, fiercely. “Their ears -are stopped to all thoughts of peace, and they long for war. -Let them get what they seek, since they will have it so.”</p> -<p>“What did I tell you, Black-Hawk?” said Black Will. -“The scoundrels do not care for your great name, and they -throw mud at you as if you were a common Pottawatomie, -and not the head chief of a great nation. Will you bear -this tamely?”</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk is an Indian,” replied the proud old man, -drawing up his stalwart form to its full hight. “But he does -not seek for war. If the white men will let us rest where -we now are, I will send the warriors back, and we will be -friends.”</p> -<p>“Friends! Friends with the men who threw mud in your -face and beat you like a dog?” cried Black Will. “Come, -I have been mistaken in you. I thought you were a man -ready to revenge your injuries, but the white men have cowed -you until you dare not lift a hand against them.”</p> -<p>Black-Hawk bounded to his feet with a terrible cry, and -laid his hand upon a weapon. But that Na-she-eschuck -sprung between him and the object of his wrath, it is doubtful -whether the career of Black Will would not have ended -upon the spot.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_34">34</div> -<p>“Hold your hand, great chief,” cried his son, forcing him -back. “He sits under the shadow of your lodge, and you -have smoked the pipe with him. Do not make yourself a -dog since you have taken his hand.”</p> -<p>“He has insulted a great chief,” replied the old warrior, -fiercely. “But, he is right; Black-Hawk is a dog to listen to -the words of the white men, and to refuse to dig up the -hatchet when so many warriors are ready to follow him to the -fight.”</p> -<p>“We <i>must</i> fight,” said Na-she-eschuck. “Little Fox has -been among the white men, and has told them that the braves -are gathering at the call of Black-Hawk. He is a dead dog, -and has taken a rifle and blankets, and is to have much fire-water, -because he has betrayed us.”</p> -<p>Black Will began to look uneasy.</p> -<p>“Has the scoundrel told them that I am here?” he asked.</p> -<p>“I can not tell. He is to come to the point above the island -with the price of his guilt, to-morrow, and I will be there -to help him over the river.”</p> -<p>A grim look crossed the face of Black-Hawk, as his son -spoke.</p> -<p>“It is good,” he said. “One traitor shall die, because he -has sold himself for the fire-water of the white men. As for -us, we will not strike the first blow, but if they take up the -hatchet against us, then we will fight. But I will not remove.”</p> -<p>“It is better for us to strike the first blow,” said Black -Will. “That is the main thing in war—to strike such a terrible -blow, that their hearts will turn water in their bosoms. -Look at me; I am of the blood of the white men, but I am -not <i>all</i> white. A chief of the Sacs was my father, and he -is dead. He died in chains, because he dug up the hatchet -against the cowardly Chippewas. You have known and -loved him, for you fought by his side. Black-Hawk, Red-Bird -was the father of the man who speaks.”</p> -<p>“Ha!” cried the chief. “Red-Bird was a man, but he -could not bear the chains of the white man, and he died. Is -my son the child whom he lost, who was born of the French -squaw, who followed him from Detroit?”</p> -<p>Black Will inclined his head slowly, and Black-Hawk took -<span class="pb" id="Page_35">35</span> -his hand in his own and pressed it again and again to his bosom.</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk can understand how the son of Red-Bird -should hate the white man,” he said. “We will fight side by -side in this war, and if we die, let us die bravely. Are the -warriors coming in, Na-she-eschuck?”</p> -<p>“They are gathering from every side. They have heard -of the insult to Black-Hawk, and their hearts are hot in their -bosoms. They will behave like men.”</p> -<p>“It is good,” said the chief. “Now we will go forth, -and you shall see how Black-Hawk shall give a traitor his -dues.”</p> -<p>They left the lodge, and followed by the brother of Black-Hawk, -and Napope, a celebrated chief, moved down toward -the river, where the rest of the party concealed themselves -while Na-she-eschuck brought out his canoe and crossed to -the other shore.</p> -<h2 id="c5"><span class="small">CHAPTER V.</span> -<br />THE PRICE OF TREACHERY.</h2> -<p>Little Fox had remained all night in the white village, -and as it was noised about that he had betrayed the plans of -Black-Hawk, he had no lack of his favorite beverage, and -morning found him as drunk as ever. Captain Melton sent -a man with a canoe to carry the price of the information to -the point above the island, and as the son of Black-Hawk was -crossing the river, Little Fox was sitting in drunken state -upon his keg, dreaming of the glorious times he would have -when he broached it in the seclusion of his lodge. He remembered -indistinctly that some one had promised to help -him across the river with his prize, but for his life could not -remember who it was, and it almost sobered him when he -saw Na-she-eschuck crossing from the other shore, and he -fumbled with the lock of his rifle, and was half inclined to -warn the Sac to keep off. But the fumes of the liquor were -still in his brain, and the young chief landed and came toward -him.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_36">36</div> -<p>“The Pottawatomie did not lie to Na-she-eschuck,” said he. -“Let us put the fire-water into the canoe.”</p> -<p>“You put him in,” said the owner. “Me watch.”</p> -<p>He looked on while Na-she-eschuck placed the keg in the -canoe and then followed, and, drunk as he was, managed to -seat himself safely in the light craft. The Sac followed, and -obeying the orders he had received, headed up the river, -rounded the point of the island, and made toward the other -shore. There was something in the stern, steadfast look of -Na-she-eschuck which struck a chill into the heart of the traitor -Pottawatomie, and almost sobered him, and twice he laid -his hand upon his rifle, as if tempted to use it upon his companion. -But, as often as he did so, the countenance of the -Sac took on a pleasant air of good fellowship, which made -it impossible to be angry with him.</p> -<p>“Why does not Na-she-eschuck go to the bank?” said -Little Fox. “We will make a hole in the fire-water tub and -drink.”</p> -<p>The canoe was now headed directly for the point of the -woodland which came down to the water’s edge, and after -drawing the light bark up the bank, they took the keg between -them and carried it up to the first opening, where it -was placed upon its end, while Little Fox, by the aid of his -knife, succeeded in drawing out the bung.</p> -<p>“Wagh!” he cried. “Smell good, don’t he, Na-she-eschuck? -Now s’pose you get straws, we drink much, good -deal.”</p> -<p>The Sac went down to the water’s edge and quickly cut -two long, slender reeds, one of which he gave to Little Fox, -and the two sat down over the keg, inserted the reeds, and -began to imbibe after the manner of boys over a barrel of -cider. But, although Na-she-eschuck went through all the -motions of drinking rapidly, it is doubtful if he took as much -as Little Fox, whose fiery eyes began to light up as he took -in the burning fluid, and in five minutes he was more drunk -than before he crossed the stream.</p> -<p>“E-yah! Little Fox is the friend of the white man. Who -would not serve them when he can earn such drink?”</p> -<p>“Tell Na-she-eschuck what to do and he will get fire-water -from the white man.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_37">37</div> -<p>Drunk as he was, Little Fox looked at the speaker in astonishment. -That the Sac youth would betray his father -seemed impossible to him, and yet knowing how strong his -own love of liquor was, and that he would betray a nation -to obtain it, his surprise faded away.</p> -<p>“Will Na-she-eschuck do this? He can get more fire-water -than Little Fox, for he knows more.”</p> -<p>“What must I do?”</p> -<p>“Go to the white men and tell them all that Black-Hawk -is doing, and my brother will be very rich.”</p> -<p>“Has Little Fox done this?”</p> -<p>“He has done what he could, but he did not know much,” -replied the traitor. “Na-she-eschuck has been in the lodge -of his father and heard his words.”</p> -<p>“Na-she-eschuck will do any thing for fire-water,” said -the young chief, seeming to reel as he sat. “Did the white -men give all this for the message which was brought them -by Little Fox?”</p> -<p>The Pottawattomie nodded, and again applied his mouth to -the reed. But, at this moment the expression of drunken -gravity passed away from the face of Na-she-eschuck. He -bounded to his feet, with a look of wild rage upon his dark -face and his hand upon his hatchet, and drunk as Little Fox -was, he could see that he was deceived and that Na-she-eschuck -was perfectly sober. He would have seized his -rifle, but the foot of the young Sac was firmly planted upon -it and he found it impossible to raise it, and the threatening -action of Na-she-eschuck caused him to draw back in -alarm.</p> -<p>“Dog—traitor!” hissed the chief. “You have betrayed -our people into the hands of the enemy and you shall die. -Black-Hawk, Napope and Wa-be-ke-zhick, appear.”</p> -<p>As he spoke, the three chiefs, accompanied by Will Jackwood, -appeared from the bushes upon the right. Every -face was black with fury, and the traitorous savage knew -that his doom was fast approaching. He would have fled, -but the strong hands of Na-she-eschuck and Napope were -upon him, and in the twinkling of an eye his hands were -bound behind him and Black-Hawk stood regarding him with -a steadfast look, which had no pity in it.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_38">38</div> -<p>“The ears of Black-Hawk have heard the words which -have been spoken by the mouth of a traitor. Away with -him to the sacred wood and then call the warriors to witness -his fate.”</p> -<p>Napope and Na-she-eschuck dragged him away, and Black-Hawk -uttered a signal whoop which quickly brought four -stalwart Indians to the spot, who, at the command of Black-Hawk, -fastened up the keg, and making a sort of cradle of -strong boughs, carried the liquor away toward the sacred -forest, being solemnly warned not to touch it on their lives. -After them marched the remaining chiefs and Black-Hawk, -taking a sequestered path through the wood. Half an hour’s -walk brought them to a deep glen in the midst of the solemn -woods, where a sort of rude altar was erected, and where the -mystic ceremonies of their strange religion were nearly always -observed. A solitary tree of small size, with a blackened -trunk, the scene of many a sacrifice, was standing in -the center of the glade, and there, tightly bound with green -withes, stood Little Fox awaiting his fate.</p> -<p>The Indian was sober enough now, for nothing brings a -man to his senses so quickly, no matter how much stupefied -by drink, as the presence of danger. His eyes roved from -face to face for some sign of relenting or pity, but he found -none.</p> -<p>“Why has Black-Hawk brought a Pottawattomie here?” -he said. “He dare not shed the blood of the son of Na-bo-lish.”</p> -<p>“Na-bo-lish was a great chief but his son is a dog,” he -said. “Black-Hawk will not shed his blood, and a coward’s -death he shall die.”</p> -<p>“Little Fox knows how to die, if die he must,” replied -the Indian, proudly. “He will speak no more and he dares -Black-Hawk to do his worst.”</p> -<p>The summons had gone forth, and one by one the chiefs -and warriors began to enter the sacred wood. Every face -was clouded, for they knew that they would not have been -called to this place but to witness some great sacrifice. A -single glance at the prisoner was all they gave, and then, man -by man, they seated themselves in a great circle and waited -for the coming of others. In less than an hour from the time -<span class="pb" id="Page_39">39</span> -when Little Fox was taken, five hundred grim warriors were -seated within the glade, and then Black-Hawk arose.</p> -<p>“Chiefs and warriors,” he cried—“children of the same -great Father, although our tribes are many—listen to Black-Hawk. -He is getting old, his hair is gray, but he weeps for -the sorrows of the poor Indian. Once, all these great hunting-grounds, -in which the white man plants his corn, were the -property of the Indian. There he lived—there he died, and -there he lies buried. The steel of the white man’s plow is -among the bones, and he builds his lodge in the villages which -once were ours.</p> -<p>“This should make an Indian very sad, and he should do -all he can to help his people. But there are some who are -so base that for the fire-water of the white man they would -sell their fathers’ bones. It grieves the heart of Black-Hawk -that this should be so, for he loves the Indian. Now, when -we have risen for our rights, and to protect our once happy -homes, Indians of the pure blood stand ready to give us up a -prey to the white man, that they may drink the strong water -which makes men mad.</p> -<p>“Look upon this man. He is a son of the great Na-bo-lish, -the Pottawattomie. Once, he was a man and a mighty -warrior. His foot was quick upon the war-path, and his hand -ready to shed the blood of his enemies. The white men came -and brought the strong water to the villages. Little Fox was -no longer a man when he had taken it into his mouth. Let -Na-she-eschuck speak, and tell the warriors what Little Fox -has done, and then let them speak. I have done.”</p> -<p>He sat down amid a strange murmuring, and Na-she-eschuck -arose. The young chief was well known for his strict honesty, -and they were assured that he would not lie to save his -life.</p> -<p>“My father has spoken good words. Little Fox has sold -us to the white men for a rifle, two blankets and this fire-water,” -striking the keg with his foot. “Out of his own -mouth condemn him. Let him die.”</p> -<p>Napope arose.</p> -<p>“I heard the words which came from the lips of Little -Fox, and the Sac has spoken the truth. Let Little Fox die -like a dog.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_40">40</div> -<p>“And I heard it,” cried the Prophet. “I—Wa-be-ke-zhick, -the Prophet. He sold us to the white men and he deserves -to die. Now let the chiefs and warriors speak.”</p> -<p>There was a sudden movement among the listening warriors. -They arose as one man, and every voice pealed out -the solemn sentence: “He is a traitor; let him die!”</p> -<p>“You are women,” shrieked the Pottawottamie, fiercely. -“Do your worst; Little Fox will show you how to die.”</p> -<p>“It is well,” said Black-Hawk, slightly inclining his head. -“We will not deny that Little Fox has been a great brave, -but he is now a dog. Let the chiefs come about me, and we -will have a talk.”</p> -<p>They were not long in consultation, and then separated, -the chiefs going about among the men and giving their orders. -Then a long-sounding whoop from Black-Hawk called -them into line, and they began to circle about the tree, pointing -their fingers scornfully at the prisoner. Then Black-Hawk -advanced and bared the breast of the prisoner, exposing the -totem of his tribe.</p> -<p>“Look,” he said, “he bears upon his bosom the sign of a -great tribe. This is not well, and it must be removed. Wa-be-ke-zhick, -advance, and cut the totem from his flesh.”</p> -<p>“Cut away the totem of the great tribe,” cried the warriors. -“He has no right to wear it, who is a dog. Cut it -away!”</p> -<p>The countenance of Little Fox was distorted with rage -more than fear. Drunken and worthless as he had become, -he was a true Indian, and felt keenly the disgrace about to -be put upon him.</p> -<p>“Do not dare to make a chief a dog,” he hissed. “Give -me the torture, or give me death. Have I no friend among -this people who will strike a sharp knife into my breast?”</p> -<p>“Has he a friend among the warriors who will do this?” -said Black-Hawk. “Let him speak.”</p> -<p>No voice replied, and the countenance of Little Fox changed -from hope to fear.</p> -<p>“He has no friend,” cried Black-Hawk. “Advance, Wa-be-ke-zhick; -cut away the totem.”</p> -<p>It was done, and Little Fox, if he lived, was ostracised for -ever from his tribe and death would be to him a happy release. -<span class="pb" id="Page_41">41</span> -In the mean time, a great caldron had been placed -upon a fire, and in this the keg of rum was poured, and a -great quantity of gourds piled up beside it. The spirits had -now begun to bubble, and taking up a little in a gourd, -Black-Hawk advanced and offered it to the condemned man.</p> -<p>“For this you sold us to the white men, Little Fox. -Drink, now that I give it to you. It is warm—it is good—it -will make you strong.”</p> -<p>As he spoke, he dashed the contents of the gourd against -the breast of the doomed man, and Little Fox uttered an appalling -shriek which rung with startling distinctness through -the forest. Now ensued a horrible scene, as Indian after Indian -caught up a gourd and dashed a portion of the boiling -spirits upon the naked body of the traitor. Black Will -stopped his ears and turned away his head to shut out the -agonizing sights and sounds which the sacrifice presented. -He was a cruel man by nature, but he found that the Indians -could go beyond him in refinement of torture. At last the -caldron was empty, and the victim stood literally parboiled -at the stake, gnawing his lips to keep down the shrieks which -arose in spite of himself. The faces of his stern executioners -did not change, and they were about to commence some new -species of torture, when Black Will sprung between.</p> -<p>“Stop, Black-Hawk; stand back there, Napope. This fellow -deserves death. But you shall not torture him any longer. -Kill him, and put him out of pain.”</p> -<p>“Stand aside, white man!” cried Napope. “Why do you -come between the warriors and a traitor?”</p> -<p>“White man! I am the son of Red-Bird, the Sac, who died -in the white man’s prison; and I say that this shall not go -on. Will you kill him?”</p> -<p>“No; let the torture go on.”</p> -<p>Black Will wheeled in his tracks, drew a pistol, and shot -Little Fox through the heart. Bloody as the deed was, it -was mercy, compared with the torture in store for the traitor. -He started as the bullet pierced him, a look of ferocious joy -passed over his face, and his head dropped upon his bosom. -There came a wild rush at the immovable figure of Black -Will, but the sonorous voice of Black-Hawk was heard, ordering -them to stand back.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_42">42</div> -<p>“Touch not the son of Red-Bird, lest you make an enemy -of Black-Hawk,” he cried. “Take down the body and cast -it out in the open woods, that the wolves may eat all that is -left of a traitor.”</p> -<p>The work was done, and although there was some grumbling -at being robbed of their victim so early, the bravest -among the warriors were inclined to commend the bold action -of Black Will, although, under the circumstances, none -of them would have dared to do the same. The body was -thrown upon the earth to rot, and the warriors on their march -back to the village, when a runner, hot with haste, dashed -into the forest and met Black-Hawk.</p> -<p>“Let the braves take their hatchets,” he cried. “The -white men are upon the march.”</p> -<p>“Ha,” cried Black-Hawk. “Do they come with arms?”</p> -<p>“Major Stillman comes, with many warriors,” replied the -runner.</p> -<p>“Let us see if they are friends,” said Black-Hawk. “If -they come in peace it is well. If they harm a hair of one -of my young men they shall all die.”</p> -<p>He sent out five young warriors with a white flag, who did -not return. Later in the day three more went out and reconnoitered -in the vicinity of the advance of the white men. -They were pursued and two of them killed, the first blood -shed in the war. The third escaped and brought the news -to Black-Hawk, and they dug up the hatchet and prepared -for war.</p> -<h2 id="c6"><span class="small">CHAPTER VI.</span> -<br />THE FIRST BLOW.</h2> -<p>It must be admitted by unprejudiced men and thinkers of -all lands, that the “Black-Hawk” war was precipitated by -the rapacity of the whites. Not satisfied with driving the -Indians from the better portion of their lands, they persisted -still further in forcing them from their villages about Rock -Island. They would have been less than men if they had not -<span class="pb" id="Page_43">43</span> -resisted, but to the last, Black-Hawk insisted that he would not -be the first to shed blood, and, as we have seen, the first man -killed was one of Black-Hawk’s band, by Stillman’s party.</p> -<p>This man seemed to have little knowledge of the Indian -character, and lacked the power of leading men. He had -been sent out by General Atkinson in advance, with orders to -scour the country, find out the position of the Indian force, -and to act as his discretion seemed to dictate. Captain Melton -was with him, and had occasion twice to remonstrate -with him upon his manner of advancing through a country -favorable to an ambuscade. The troop consisted of two -hundred and seventy mounted men, marching without order, -straggling where they liked, and firing at any stray Indian -of whatever tribe, whom they chanced to meet.</p> -<p>When the flag of Black-Hawk appeared, Stillman ordered -the bearers to be taken prisoners.</p> -<p>“Excuse me, Major Stillman,” said Melton, as he heard the -order. “Surely you do not propose to make these men prisoners?”</p> -<p>“Certainly I do, sir; take your place and let me hear no -more.”</p> -<p>“Your words will require an explanation at another time -and place, my good sir,” said Melton. “Be so good as to remember -that I had no orders to join you, and that if you insist -upon such conduct, I will leave you at once. These men -came to you under the shadow of a white flag, and you have -no right to take them prisoners.”</p> -<p>“<i>Will</i> you take your place, Captain Melton?” roared Stillman, -“or must I put you under arrest?”</p> -<p>Melton said no more, but fell back to the head of his troop, -fully determined to leave the irate major if he persisted in -his conduct.</p> -<p>The three bearers of the flag were sent to the rear, under -guard, and the troop proceeded in the same disorderly manner. -Some time after the stragglers in advance caught sight -of the warriors who had been sent out to see what had been -done with the bearers of the flag, and were pursued, and two -of them shot down without mercy, the rest escaping, by taking -to the woods in front. No sooner had he beheld this -cruel and uncalled for butchery, than the young captain of -<span class="pb" id="Page_44">44</span> -scouts called to his men and they wheeled out of the line, -faced about, and marched back toward the river.</p> -<p>Stillman, boiling with rage, called his men to a halt, and -rode back.</p> -<p>“What is the meaning of this conduct, Captain Melton?” -he hissed, fairly foaming at the mouth. “How dare you detach -your command without orders?”</p> -<p>“If you think you have men enough in your rag-tag and -bob-tail command to stop us, you had better try it on, Major -Stillman,” said Melton, coolly. “I for one will not give -countenance to <i>murder</i>, as you are doing.”</p> -<p>“Murder, sir?”</p> -<p>“Murder is the word. Those Sacs were doing no harm -who were just killed by your men, and did not even use -their weapons when your scoundrels took after them. Go -on your way, sir; I will not march a foot further with -you.”</p> -<p>“I will have you court-martialed, upon my return, sir,” -cried Stillman.</p> -<p>“Very well; I shall take an opportunity to tell the court -some things not to your credit. Good-day, sir. But, for -the safety of your men I tell you to call in your stragglers, -march in a more orderly manner and beat the bushes thoroughly -before you enter. Attention, scouts; forward.”</p> -<p>And the compact little body rode away at a killing pace, -leaving Major Stillman to his own devices.</p> -<p>Stillman hesitated for some time before advancing, for he -knew that the desertion of Captain Melton was a great loss -to him. While he stood in doubt, the men who had killed -two Indians came back at a gallop and announced that the -Indians were just across Sycamore creek and in some force. -All was now confusion in the white camp. Some who had -dismounted sprung into the saddle, and with wild shouts -the disorderly band rushed on, headed by the men who had -just come in. Black-Hawk had not supposed that Stillman -intended to attack him, and the greater portion of his -force were on the other side of the village; in all, the great -chief had only forty men under his command when Stillman’s -men came up at the gallop, strung out across the -plain, man, by man, according to the speed of their horses, -<span class="pb" id="Page_45">45</span> -and in this manner crossed the creek. Black-Hawk had -not hoped that they would thus give themselves a prey to -him, and his ambuscade was quickly formed.</p> -<p>When half the party had crossed the creek and were -massed in disorder upon the bank and the rest were struggling -up, some crossing the creek, and others yet upon the -plain beyond, the war-whoop of the Sacs announced the onset, -and from every side the warriors poured in upon the -foe. One withering volley was poured in, which strewed the -earth with dead and dying forms, and at the same moment -the charge was made and the knife and hatchet was doing -its silent but deadly work before the doomed men had time -to lift a hand. To show the utter foolishness with which -the advance was made, it is enough to say that the warlike -major was never in the fight at all, so quickly was the force -which had crossed the creek disposed of by the furious attack -of Black-Hawk.</p> -<p>The cry was, “Satan take the hindmost.” Hardly waiting -for Stillman’s order to retreat, they broke and fled in -every direction, each man for himself, lashing their horses to -get out of the fearful imbroglio into which their own foolhardy -conduct had forced them.</p> -<p>Thus, in one desperate charge forty Indians had put two -hundred and seventy white men to flight! It is no discredit -to the West, for the men of Stillman’s force, under a -different leader, would have laughed at the efforts of the Sac -force. They came into Dixon’s Ferry as they had left Sycamore -creek, one at a time, and the loss gradually dwindled from -seventy to about one-fourth of the number.</p> -<p>The alarm went forth through the land, and the little -force of Sac warriors were magnified into an army. The -work had been done, however, and a scene of blood and -death was about to be enacted upon the border.</p> -<p>Captain Melton rode back to the settlement, after leaving -Stillman, but had not gone far when the flying men from -the band of heroes began to come up with him. Seeing -that the war was begun in earnest he faced about and prepared -to meet them as best he might, knowing nothing of -the small force of Black-Hawk. After waiting all night -for some sign of Indian pursuit, as none was made he drew -<span class="pb" id="Page_46">46</span> -off his men and reached the settlement some hours after the -arrival of Stillman, who had been filling the ears of the inhabitants -with stories of the cowardly conduct of the captain.</p> -<p>The captain quickly set matters right, and only that he had -more important business upon his hands, would have followed -Stillman to the camp of Atkinson, to which he had directed -his steps. Taking ten of his men, he rode up the river, to -the residence of Mr. Wescott, but as he drew near, he found -evidences upon every hand of the presence of the destroyer, -and as he crossed the hill, saw, to his horror, that during the -last night the cabin had been attacked. Wild with fear, he -rushed in at the broken door and found every thing in confusion, -and scattered here and there, various bits of Indian -finery, beads and the like, which told him beyond a doubt -who had done the work.</p> -<p>“Indians,” said one of the men. “Good heaven, captain, -they are killed!”</p> -<p>They explored the house everywhere, but not a trace of -the family could be seen. Upon the floor near the entrance -was a little pool of fresh blood, which looked as if it had -been shed the night before, and Melton looked at it with a -shudder.</p> -<p>“Where are they?” he groaned. “Who has done this -ruin?”</p> -<p>“It is always so in an Indian war,” said his lieutenant. -“Some band of Indians coming up to join Black-Hawk, have -rushed in on them, before they had time to fire a shot.”</p> -<p>“Somebody has been hurt,” said Melton. “Ha! what -have you got there, Chris?”</p> -<p>One of the men came forward, holding in his hand a heavy -knife, with about three inches broken from the point. Upon -the hilt of the weapon, rudely engraved, was the name, “R. -Garrett.”</p> -<p>“Dick Garrett has been here, then,” said Melton, turning -pale; “and if he has taken Sadie Wescott, it is done for -Black Will. Oh! heaven, what shall we do?”</p> -<p>“Hold on,” said a feeble voice from beneath their feet. -“Help me out of this and I’ll let ye know.”</p> -<p>“Some one is in the cellar,” said Melton. “Up with the -trap and let him out.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_47">47</div> -<p>The trap-door was opened, and Cooney Joe, bleeding and -ghastly, appeared at the foot of the ladder. A dozen hands -were extended to help him up, and he was seated upon one -of the stools, gasping for breath.</p> -<p>“What is this, Joe?” said Melton. “Speak, man; don’t -you see that I am in torture until I know the worst?”</p> -<p>“The worst is, that a party of red niggers, headed by Dick -Garrett, made a rush at us last night, and took Mr. Wescott -and the gal prisoners. I had a tussle with Dick Garrett, and -one of them cussid reds hit me over the head with a hatchet, -and I fell into the cellar. I do’no’ what drove ’em off, but -they did not come down to raise my wool, and I’ve been too -weak to git out without help.”</p> -<p>“You don’t know which way they went?”</p> -<p>“Don’t I tell ye they knocked the life clean out of me, -the fust crack? I didn’t fairly git my senses back till I -heerd ye talking. ’Tain’t above two hours sence they left.”</p> -<p>“How many had Dick Garrett under him?”</p> -<p>“Mebbe twenty, the ugliest-lookin’ lot of whites painted -red you ever sot yer livin’ eyes on. I’ll be bu’sted ef they -wouldn’t spile a lookin’-glass by jest peekin’ into it; darned -lot of ruffi’ns!”</p> -<p>“We must follow them,” hissed Melton, through his set -teeth. “I’ll have the girl out of their hands, if I have to -follow them into Black-Hawk’s village.”</p> -<p>“See here; Black-Hawk do’no’ nothin’ ’bout it. The pizen -cusses took his darter with ’em, but she sp’iled one chap, -sure as you live. He got an arrer clean through him.”</p> -<p>“She is a brave girl, Joe. Oh, how sorry I am that you -are hurt.”</p> -<p>“Hold hard; you ain’t goin’ without me, you know. One -of your chaps wash out this cut, and put some plaster on it, -and we’ll make it do. I’m goin’, you bet.”</p> -<p>“I fear you are not strong enough.”</p> -<p>“You be grannied! You see I’ve got a sort of snickering -notion after that there Injin gal, and I’ll be blowed if I don’t -help her.”</p> -<p>In his border life Melton had picked up a slight knowledge -of surgery, and he washed and dressed the wound as well as -the limited conveniences at his disposal would admit. Having -<span class="pb" id="Page_48">48</span> -done so, Cooney Joe rose up, though somewhat “weak -and staggering,” to use his own expression, and was ready to -“fight or run,” as circumstances might require.</p> -<p>“Now see here, cripples,” he said. “That carroty-headed -son of a gun, Dick Garrett, is a whole boss-team, you bet ye. -He’ll fight—he will—till the teeth meet in the flesh. Oh, you -bet he is on it, now. He kin shoot, and when we foller -him, we ain’t tracking Sacs, so look out for thunder.”</p> -<p>“And he is in league with Black Will, and that scoundrel -has a hundred ruffians at his beck and call,” said Melton. -“We never should have had any trouble with the Indians but -for men of his kidney.”</p> -<p>“Now fur trailing,” said Cooney Joe. “Stand one side, -you critters, and let the old man work! I’ve got a mark -that can’t be beat, fur Dick wears the biggest moccasin of -any man in the Nor’-west. Look around mighty spry, and -when you find a track like a young canoe, that’s Dick Garrett’s -hoof.”</p> -<p>The trail was quickly found, and led to the northward. -They followed it swiftly, Cooney Joe bending slightly in the -saddle, and keeping his eyes on the trail, while the rest followed, -keeping far enough behind not to disturb the trail. -After a march of nearly two miles, the track suddenly ended -upon the bank of the Father of Waters, and they knew that -the scoundrels had taken to the stream.</p> -<p>“Now ain’t this cussid mean; ain’t it enuff to make a man -raise his hand against his venerable ancestor?” roared Joe. -“They’ve took water, they hev. Here; send back two men -with the hosses, fur we’ve got to hoof it.”</p> -<p>This plan was adopted, and two of the men returned with -the horses, while the rest searched about among the reeds, -and after some trouble found two rude dug-outs concealed, in -which, by making two trips, they crossed the great stream. -Here they scattered and searched up and down for the trail -which they had lost, still guided by the ponderous hoof of -Dick Garrett.</p> -<p>“Oh, <i>ain’t</i> he pizen, that Dick!” growled Cooney Joe. “Its -just his nat’ral cussedness, you know. He’s aweer that I like -to ride, and he jest done this to be mean. Comes nat’ral to -him, meanness does. Here you are; come on, boys!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_49">49</div> -<p>He had taken up the recovered trail as if no interruption -had occurred, and the party moved on across the plain. -They were tried men, who had followed Captain Melton in -many an hour of danger, but even their hearts gave a great -leap as they plunged into the Indian country, perhaps never -to return.</p> -<h2 id="c7"><span class="small">CHAPTER VII.</span> -<br />OVERBOARD.</h2> -<p>The surprise of the occupants of the log-cabin by the -river was sudden and complete, when at a late hour the -house was surrounded by a motley group headed by a man -who, in spite of his paint and feathers, could not hide from -so acute a scout as Samuel Wescott that he was a white man -in disguise. The rush was so sudden that they had been -overthrown before they had fairly time to reach their weapons, -and the captured men were at once hurried to their -horses, and the band made off at a rapid rate up the stream. -Mr. Wescott was wounded, but in spite of that the savage -white leader urged him on, threatening him with the point of -his knife if he faltered or turned aside. They reached the -river, when, to the surprise of all, a flat-boat shot out from -the western bank and made toward the eastern shore. The -men who held the poles were either white men or showed a -marvelous aptitude for flat-boating, an accomplishment rarely -to be looked for in an Indian who is not in love with manual -labor. The bow of the flat grated on the low beach, when -the party went on board, horses and all, and they pushed out -into the stream.</p> -<p>“This boat belonged to Captain Hughes’ father,” whispered -Sadie. “Is it possible that these wretches have murdered -him and his crew?”</p> -<p>“He ought to have come down some days ago,” said -Mr. Wescott, in an uneasy tone. “I am afraid that the good -old man has indeed fallen. Be careful what you say, for -these scoundrels understand every word you speak.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_50">50</div> -<p>At this moment the chief approached and caught Mr. -Wescott by his wounded arm, causing him to utter a low cry -of pain, while the blood gushed from under his hand.</p> -<p>“No whispering,” he hissed, dropping all at once his assumed -Indian habits. “I’m no baby, Sam Wescott, but a bird -of the woods, a Mississippi roarer, and I can lick the universal -earth a-flying.”</p> -<p>“Dick Garrett!” cried Wescott, in a tone of surprise. “I -thought so.”</p> -<p>“You know me, do ye?” said Dick, with an air of bravado. -“All right, ’square, it’s all the wuss for you, for Dick -Garrett don’t let no man live that knows he wears an Injin -rig. Git ropes hyar and take a couple of hitches on this -chap, some of you fellers.”</p> -<p>“What do you intend to do?” cried Wescott, struggling. -“Hands off, you scoundrels!”</p> -<p>“Tie him tight, boys,” replied Dick Garrett, in fiendish -glee. “Teach the cuss to be so sharp, I will, before I git -done with him. Now, then, Sam Wescott, if you’ve got any -prayers to say, say ’em quick, for overboard you go when we -get to that snag in the river.”</p> -<p>“You cannot mean it,” said Wescott. “Such a cold blooded -and unprovoked murder—”</p> -<p>“Oh, give us a rest or I’ll gag you,” replied Dick Garrett. -“The matter of a man more or less in the world ain’t going -to shake it to its center, you bet, and when I say you’ve got -to go under, then you go.”</p> -<p>“Have your way, then, murderous wretch,” cried the brave -man, drawing himself up proudly. “I will not beg for my -life from such as you, and am ready to die, if my time has -come, as bravely as another. Do your worst.”</p> -<p>Sadie by this time began to comprehend the danger in -which her father stood, and would have come to him, but -she was forced back by one of the rough men who wore the -Indian garb, but who could not conceal a certain flat-boat -swagger which betrayed him.</p> -<p>“He crows loud, boys, don’t he?” said Garrett; “mighty -loud for a bird of his feather that’s only got three minnits -to live. Keep the gal away; she ain’t got leave to -die yet.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_51">51</div> -<p>“Let me go to my father,” pleaded Sadie. “Oh, sir, you -will not kill him for a single hasty word?”</p> -<p>“I rather think I shall,” replied Garrett, as cool and composed -as if talking of any ordinary event. “The man’s got -to go. I don’t advertise to be a saint, and when a man runs -ag’inst me and calls me a murderer, I reckon it’s about time -for him to pass in his chips. I’m a peaceable man—I will -<i>have</i> peace, or a fight.”</p> -<p>This strange man was dreadfully in earnest. Human life -was to him a thing of no price—we might lose it to-day or -to-morrow, of we might live a hundred years—a small matter, -not to be taken into account. He had no objections to -killing a man, and if he had stood in his way, in any manner, -it became a <i>duty</i> to put him aside.</p> -<p>They were approaching the snag, and the desperado was -about to order the prisoner to be thrown into the water, -when the boatmen were suddenly thrust aside, and Minneoba, -holding her bow in her hand, darted forward and leveled an -arrow at his breast.</p> -<p>“Look, white man,” she cried, “Minneoba is the daughter -of Black-Hawk, and she can not lie; if you do harm to the -good white man, I will send an arrow through your heart.”</p> -<p>“Why, you cat!” hissed Dick Garrett, turning upon her -with a devilish look. “Stand out of the way.”</p> -<p>But Minneoba would not obey him. It was the second -time she had found her arrow effective, and it had some influence -upon the man who “would have peace or a fight.” -Although full of mad hate, he knew that she could aim an -arrow well, for he had seen her skill tested in the Indian -towns.</p> -<p>“What in the devil’s name made me bring this cat on -board?” he uttered. “Better far have left her behind to find -her way to the village as best she could. Look you, Minneoba,” -he added aloud. “You know that I would not willingly -do you a wrong, but you must get out of the way.”</p> -<p>“No,” replied Minneoba, stamping her foot. “Minneoba -will not move, and if Garrett does wrong to the good white -man, he shall die.”</p> -<p>“Now, my girl, be careful, please; I’ll have to take measures -you won’t like if you don’t get out of the way.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_52">52</div> -<p>“Minneoba will shoot,” replied the girl, with flashing eyes, -still pointing the arrow at his breast. Garrett nodded to -one of his men, and while the leader expostulated with her -he stole behind and suddenly caught her by the arm in a -firm clasp. With a cry of anger the girl caught the arrow -in her disengaged hand and drove it through the arm of her -captor, who released her with an oath, but before she could -strike again, Garrett had her in his arms.</p> -<p>“Now then, lads!” he cried. “I’ll hold this beauty fast, -and if she struggles I’ll take toll from her lips.”</p> -<p>“Cease to struggle, Minneoba,” said Mr. Wescott. “You -only expose yourself to new indignity without the chance of -aiding me. I am ready to meet my fate, although it is a -hard one, but it grieves me to think that I die by the hands -of white men. Sadie, farewell—farewell, my dear child. -All that I have is yours and your dear mother’s. Thank -God that she at least was absent when this blow fell.”</p> -<p>“I can not see you die,” she sobbed. “Oh, Richard Garrett, -will nothing move you to do right?”</p> -<p>“That depends on what you call <i>right</i>. Now you don’t -think it right to beat a man at the picturs or billiards or to -pick his pocket, or crack a bank. Now I do, so we won’t -seem to agree, no matter how you fix it, so I guess we may as -well end this now. Toss him over, boys.”</p> -<p>“It don’t seem scarcely right,” said the rough young fellow -who was helping Sadie back. “Why not duck him, and -then let him out, boss?”</p> -<p>“Because he knows I wear an Injin disguise. It’s all -very well for you that he don’t know, but I ain’t so easy -suited. Toss him over, I say, and make no words.”</p> -<p>They lifted the bound man and flung him over the rail, -while with a thrilling shriek Sadie fell senseless into the -arms of the man who held her. He laid her gently down, -and made a spring at the taffrail, and his body struck the -water almost as soon as that of Mr. Wescott, who was unable -to help himself.</p> -<p>“Come back here, you born fool,” screamed Dick Garrett. -“What do you think the Cap will say when he hears how -you act?”</p> -<p>“You go to ——,” said the rough but good-hearted -fellow, -<span class="pb" id="Page_53">53</span> -naming a locality not sought after by humanity generally. -“I’m going to save this man.”</p> -<p>“Then by ——” hissed Dick Garrett, “you stay with him; -set in your poles, boys. Tom don’t want to come on -board.”</p> -<p>By this time the man had seized the helpless form of -Wescott, and with his clasp-knife managed to cut the bonds -upon his hands and feet, and Wescott at once began to swim, -but feebly at first, and the fiendish order of the desperate -leader rung in his ears, and they saw the boat moving slowly -away, leaving them alone on the wide river.</p> -<p>“We’re done, stranger,” said the man called Tom. “I -done my best, but he’s run from us.”</p> -<p>“You can swim to the bank,” said Mr. Wescott, noting -with what ease the man sustained himself.</p> -<p>“I reckon.”</p> -<p>“Then do so and leave me to my fate,” replied Wescott. -“You have already risked too much for me.”</p> -<p>“When I quit a man in that way I reckon you’d better -call round with a rope and string me up. It’ll suit me fust -rate. Let the current take ye square; we’ll fetch up somewhere -I reckon, and when we do, and I onc’t git on the trail -of that Dick Garrett, won’t I make him howl!”</p> -<p>Even as he spoke the two men were moving on a course -diagonal with the current, the stronger man giving all the -support he could to his wounded companion. But the shore -seemed far away and Wescott felt that he could not go much -further.</p> -<p>“Save yourself,” he gasped. “My wound has opened -again and I am losing strength.”</p> -<p>“I won’t do it,” replied Tom, through his set teeth. -“Hold up a little; I’ll save you yet.”</p> -<p>“There is no hope,” replied Wescott. “Avenge me if -you can and save my daughter from that villain. You can -do me better service in that way than by staying with me -now.”</p> -<p>At this moment the surge came down heavily and buried -the speaker beneath the water. Tom paddled to and fro, -looking for him in vain, for the water had claimed its prey, -and nerving himself to the task the young man struck out -<span class="pb" id="Page_54">54</span> -resolutely for the shore, which he reached nearly exhausted. -Then he ran along the bank and looked for some sign of -Wescott, but he looked in vain. The surface of the river -was blank.</p> -<h2 id="c8"><span class="small">CHAPTER VIII.</span> -<br />MELTON’S SCOUT—A BUSH FIGHT.</h2> -<p>Tom Bantry had been a flatboatman since he was old -enough to hold a pole, and now for the first time paused to -consider how far he had gone down the road of sin. He -was conscious of many evil deeds already performed, but the -stain of blood was not upon his soul, and although pledged -to his vile companion he could not stand by tamely and -witness the murder of so good a man as Samuel Wescott. -But his good intentions had come to naught, and the brave -man was dead.</p> -<p>The flatboatman rose and looked about him, a wicked light -coming over his dark face. “They taught me evil, them -cusses did,” he muttered. “I’d the making of a man in me, -but they sp’iled me, and now they’ve killed as good a man -as ever walked the earth. I’ll remember that ag’inst ye, old -man Garrett.”</p> -<p>He was literally worn out, and dropped down upon the -grass and slept until morning. He woke at last and started -up refreshed, only to find a party of white men were upon -the opposite bank, and with his paint upon him, Tom knew -that it would be far from safe to meet them, and he skulked -away, keeping under cover of the bushes, and then made a -circuit through the bushes, designing to cross their path and -ascertain who they were. As he crept forward with that -intention, he heard a slight rustling in the bushes in front, -and the long, snake-like head of Napope appeared above the -bushes, signaling him to fall back. He did so, involuntarily -dropping his hand upon his knife, which he had not lost -in the last night’s struggle in the stream, when he remembered -that Napope regarded all his party as friends and that -<span class="pb" id="Page_55">55</span> -he still wore the garb of an Indian. He dropped back and -the next moment Napope joined him.</p> -<p>“The white dogs come,” he said, in a fierce tone, “and -the heart of a chief is big in his bosom. They shall die -without knowledge.”</p> -<p>“Who are they?” demanded Tom.</p> -<p>“They are white and they are not the friends of Jackwood -the son of Red-Bird. Where is your gun, my brother?”</p> -<p>“I lost it last night,” replied Tom, a little embarrassed. -“Let me look out and see what white men come.”</p> -<p>He advanced to the edge of the woods and looked out, -and could detect a white party moving hastily across the -plain. Foremost among them was a man whom he had -known well some years before, Cooney Joe, and behind him -came Captain Melton and his gallant men, and it flashed -through the mind of Tom Bantry that they were in pursuit -of Dick Garrett. His heart stood still, for a backward glance -showed him fifty stout Sacs, armed to the teeth, lying under -the bushes waiting for the coming of the hated white men. -Twenty-four hours ago Tom Bantry would have delighted -in this, but now he was changed, and racked his brains for -ways and means to acquaint them with the ambush before -them, without destruction to himself.</p> -<p>Napope waved his hand, and, as if by magic, every warrior -disappeared, and a stillness like that of death fell upon -the scene. The whites came in rapidly, unsuspicious of -danger, and passed through the first bushes, when they were -surprised to hear a sudden crash and a yell of surprise and -anger. The crash came from Tom Bantry, who had managed -to fall down with a great noise, at the same time giving -the yell which startled the white rangers.</p> -<p>“Tree, boys!” yelled Cooney Joe. “Tree and fight. Injins -thar, by the big horn spoon.”</p> -<p>The men who followed Cooney Joe were Indian-fighters -of the first class, and the order had scarcely been given when -every man was sheltered by a tree and had his rifle ready for -action. This was not done a moment too soon, for the feathers -of the savages began to show above the bushes, and -several shots were fired, until a commanding voice shouted -to the warriors to hold their fire.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_56">56</div> -<p>“What do the white men seek?” cried Napope. “They -have been beaten once; must we beat them again?”</p> -<p>“That’s Napope,” cried Cooney Joe. “I know the old -cuss, and he kin fight, if he is an Injin; but we’ll lick him -out of his moccasins. Say, Injin, you’d better clear the -way; you ain’t got the major to fight now.”</p> -<p>“Napope does not seek the scalps of the white men,” -cried the Indian. “If they bring the scalps to him, he will -take them, but he does not thirst for blood. Let Captain -Melton turn back and cross the river.”</p> -<p>“The path must be clear for me to pass through,” replied -Melton. “The hatchet has been dug up and its edge turned -against women and children, and the good white man, Wescott, -with his daughter, has been carried away, and we think -the Sacs know where they are.”</p> -<p>“The Sacs do not know,” replied Napope, proudly. “Does -the white man take us for Menomonies or Chippewas? The -Sacs are men and not dogs; they do not fight against women -and children.”</p> -<p>“Napope is a brave man, and will not lie to save his life,” -said Melton. “Let us pass on safely, and then there shall be -no blood shed, for we seek only those who have stolen the -brave man Wescott and his child.”</p> -<p>“My brother must turn back,” replied the chief. “There -is no path over the Indian country for white soldiers until -peace is made; but if the good white man and his child are -here, they shall be made welcome, and no harm shall come -to them if Napope can give them aid. But Melton must -take his warriors and go back to his people.”</p> -<p>“We will not turn back,” replied Melton, angrily, “unless -we take the friends we seek with us. Let Napope clear the -way, or we will try to go on without his leave.”</p> -<p>“The white men will find knives and hatchets in the -path,” replied the chief, grimly. “Go back as you came, -and all shall be well; refuse, and you shall find that my -young men carry guns.”</p> -<p>“I don’t like this,” whispered Cooney Joe in the ear of -Melton. “They’ve got twice as many warriors as we have, -and the chances are good for a fight. I never like to back -out, but I don’t know but it’s the safest plan.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_57">57</div> -<p>“It won’t do,” said Melton. “These scoundrels will get -too impudent if they are allowed their own way too much. -There must be a fight, and at once, and the boys must do -their best. I know them too well to think that they will -back down for twice their number of Sacs.”</p> -<p>“What does my brother say?” cried Napope.</p> -<p>“Fight.” replied Melton. “We will go on.” Napope disappeared -immediately, and scarcely had he done so when a -bullet whizzed by the ear of the young scout as he hastily -took to a tree. The fight now commenced in true Indian-fashion, -the Sacs forcing the fighting and running from tree -to tree to get nearer to their enemies. But they found a different -party from that with which they had fought upon -Sycamore Creek. Every bullet had its billet. Did an Indian -show hand or foot from behind his shelter, it was at once the -mark of a well-aimed ball. The men who followed Melton -had lived by the rifle, and were not likely to miss their aim -easily, while the Indians were notoriously bad marksmen, not -having the patience to perfect themselves in the use of -the rifle.</p> -<p>Besides, the weapons they carried were not of the best description, -being those furnished by the traders against the -law, and their powder was “contract,” warranted not to burn -except at a slow fire. But their numbers made the position -of Melton’s small force decidedly unsafe, and they began to -close in upon every side, and every moment Melton expected -a charge with hatchet and knife, most fearful weapons in -Indian hands. But the steady valor of the scouts had inspired -the savages with a respect for them, and they fought -warily, losing a man now and then, and inflicting little -damage upon the foe.</p> -<p>“They’ll charge soon, boys,” whispered Cooney Joe. -“Pass the word down the line to have a charge ready for the -rush. Don’t throw away a shot.”</p> -<p>The rifles were ready when Napope gave the order, and at -his signal-yell they bounded out like tigers, flourishing their -bright weapons in the air.</p> -<p>This was the moment for the Border Riflemen, and each -picked his man and fired, and every bullet found a mark. -Supposing the rifles empty, the Sacs rushed on, but they were -<span class="pb" id="Page_58">58</span> -mistaken, for up rose ten more riflemen, and the head of the -assailants seemed to melt away before their fire. It was more -than Indian endurance was equal to, and they again buried -themselves in the bushes, in spite of the fierce orders of Napope, -who, although severely wounded in the shoulder, urged -the men on.</p> -<p>He was ably seconded by Na-she-eschuck, who was also -slightly wounded.</p> -<p>“Well done, my lads,” cried Mellon. “Bravely done, -riflemen; they have not Sycamore Creek to brag of this time, -at any rate.”</p> -<p>Napope collected his men under cover of the bushes, but -his heart was full of anger against the gallant band of scouts, -whom he had expected to sweep from the path in that headlong -charge. So far from doing that, over one-third of his -men were placed <i>hors de combat</i>, and several more partially -disabled. Aroused by the invectives of the two chiefs, they -again began to advance, but more cautiously, sliding from tree -to tree, with great care, and exposing themselves as little as -possible in doing so. But the riflemen managed to inflict new -damage upon them before they came in fair charging distance. -Napope had separated his force into three parts, sending -out a small party upon each flank of the white force, and -Melton was compelled to detach eight men, four upon each -flank, to keep off these troublesome flanking-parties. This -left him but twelve men in his main force, opposed to over -thirty determined warriors, eager for the blood of those who -had slain so many of their friends.</p> -<p>“We have got ourselves into a pizen scrape, Cap,” said -Cooney Joe, as he stood with his back against a tree, looking -to the priming of his rifle; “but thar’s only one way to do, -and that is to fight our way out. We kin lick ’em if more -don’t come; <i>that’s</i> what I’m afraid of.”</p> -<p>At this moment the rush was made, and as before, the -whites divided their fire, so as to give the Indians two volleys -before they reached the trees, and then with yells which vied -with those of the Indians, they formed a line among the trees, -and beat back the savages with knife, hatchet, and clubbed -rifle. It was a desperate affair while it lasted, and the wild -valor of the scouting party prevailed, and they were driving -<span class="pb" id="Page_59">59</span> -back the Indians step by step, when one of the men who had -been sent to the right flank came running up.</p> -<p>“Party of Injins coming across the plain, on a run, Cap,” -he reported. “I reckon we’d better git.”</p> -<p>“Easier said than done,” said the captain, turning aside a -blow with his heavy knife. “Shoot that fellow, Ed.”</p> -<p>The borderer brought his rifle to his shoulder, and the -savage fell, shot through the heart.</p> -<p>“Have the Indians on the flanks retreated, Ed?” demanded -Melton, as he fired a pistol at a savage who was poising -his hatchet for a throw, and the savage went down.</p> -<p>“No, they ain’t all gone yet,” replied the man, who was -coolly reloading his discharged rifle. “I guess we’d better -call in the men and make a rush through these red devils, -before the others can come up.”</p> -<p>A signal whistle, well known to the “merry men” of Melton, -brought in all upon the flank, and with shouts of victory, -all charged upon the broken and demoralized body of Sacs. -They had fought bravely, but their courage was not proof -against the assault, and they broke and fled in every direction -through the woods, pursued by the victorious whites, who -only wanted to get deeper into the woods, to avoid the force -coming up in their rear. They would not have done this had -they known that it was Dick Garrett and his party, bringing -as prisoner, Sadie Wescott, whom Minneoba would not -leave.</p> -<p>Scouts from the party of Napope having discovered the -coming of the disguised whites, and apprised the chief, he -hurried out to meet them, and started as he saw who they -held as prisoner.</p> -<p>“Ha!” he cried. “Then it is my brother who struck the -wigwam of Wescott, and took him prisoner?”</p> -<p>“Yes,” said Garrett. “You see our boss, Will Jackwood, -wanted this girl, and sent me to take her.”</p> -<p>“Where is Wescott, now?” demanded Napope.</p> -<p>“Well,” said Garrett, hesitating, “he’s gone under; that’s -what’s the matter with <i>him</i>.”</p> -<p>“Let my brother speak more plainly,” said the chief. -“What has become of Wescott, the good white man?”</p> -<p>“He has been murdered,” replied Sadie, coming forward, -<span class="pb" id="Page_60">60</span> -quickly. “Chief, you know what he was, and that he never -willingly wronged the Indians. You know, too, that when -the mob in the village assaulted Black-Hawk and yourself, he -came to your aid and helped you to escape. He has been -brutally murdered, by this base wretch, Garrett.”</p> -<p>“The girl lies, I reckon,” said Garrett, sullenly. “See -here, chief; is it calculated in your tribe that women are any -better off for having too much tongue?”</p> -<p>“My brother must let the Wild Rose speak,” replied Napope. -“When the Sacs come hungry and thirsty into her -father’s lodge, she is always ready to give them food and -drink; when they are weary, and the night air is cold, there -is always a warm place by the fire to spread a blanket. The -child of Wescott must be allowed to speak.”</p> -<p>“Now look here, chief,” said Garrett, in the same ferocious -tone. “’Tain’t noways likely I’m going to come down to you -or any man on earth. If Wescott was killed, he was my -pris’ner, and I had a right to do what I would with him. -Have you any thing to say against it?”</p> -<p>Napope inclined his head slowly, as recognizing the justice -of the remark. The life of the man was as little regarded -by the Indians as by Garrett, and Napope rather liked the -tone of insolence he assumed.</p> -<p>“Napope,” cried Sadie, “I want you to listen to me. -This wicked man threw my father into the water, from the -flat-boat, and he has not been seen since. Will you see a -good man murdered and refuse to avenge him?”</p> -<p>Napope was evidently troubled, for just now he needed -the assistance of Garrett and his men, and did not wish to -make him angry.</p> -<p>“We will speak of that another time, Wild Rose. Until -then, rest safely with Minneoba, the daughter of Black-Hawk, -while we do the work of men. Garrett, do you -know that Loud Tempest is here and he has beaten the men -of Napope, and killed many?”</p> -<p>“Loud Tempest; do you mean Captain Melton?”</p> -<p>“Yes; he is here, with the white hunter Joe, and many -warriors. Napope can not rest until we have his scalp.”</p> -<p>“Cooney Joe! Why, I give him a lick last night that -ought to have settled any decent man for good.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_61">61</div> -<p>“He is alive, and fights like a Sac,” replied Napope. -“They are in the woods and we must follow and take their -scalps.”</p> -<p>“I’ll bet he’s arter me,” muttered Garrett. “He don’t -owe me any good will for work I’ve done, and I’ve swore to -have his hair. Thar’s my hand on it, Napope, and I’ll never -quit you until he or I have gone under.”</p> -<p>Sadie had started at the name of Melton, and was conscious -of a feeling of joy that he had thought enough of her -safety to follow her into the Indian country, but, as she -glanced over the line of ferocious faces, she was sorry that -he had incurred this danger. But she followed the party -until they reached the battle-field and found it strewn with -the slain bodies of the Sacs who had fallen, each one pierced -by the deadly bullet.</p> -<p>“These ain’t babies we are following,” said Garrett. -“They kin fight, Melton’s scout kin, and ef we lick ’em we -lick a good crowd. How many has he got with him?”</p> -<p>Napope extended the fingers upon both hands twice.</p> -<p>“Twenty? We’ve got our work cut out then, for twenty -of Melton’s Mounted Rifles, with the capting and Cooney -Joe to lead, are a hard crowd to manage, bet your life.”</p> -<p>“There was one of your men with us in this fight,” said -Napope, looking about him for Tom Bantry. “But I do not -see him now.”</p> -<p>“Who was he?” demanded Garrett, glancing over the -party hastily. “Was it the one we call Tom?”</p> -<p>Napope nodded, and Garrett uttered an oath, and a search -was commenced for him. He was not among the dead or -wounded, and whether he had perished or not, Bantry was -not to be found.</p> -<h2 id="c9"><span class="small">CHAPTER IX.</span> -<br />THE DEFENSE OF THE ISLAND.</h2> -<p>When the enemy had been so scattered as to leave the -path free, the small band of rangers plunged deeper into the -woods and kept on their course until they reached a small -<span class="pb" id="Page_62">62</span> -wooded swamp through which many small creeks ran, leaving -a little island in the center, containing, perhaps, two -acres of land. The tall trees stood thick about it, and no -better place of defense could possibly have been selected. No -sooner had they reached the island than they set to work -fortifying it by piling up fallen logs into a temporary barricade, -making it strongest upon the only point which could be -assailed by land, as the creeks swept around it on three sides, -leaving a space of smooth ground about twenty feet -wide. Across this they built a strong barricade at least ten -feet high, through the openings of which, they could fire -upon the foe, without being themselves seen.</p> -<p>The other parts of the island were almost impervious to -assault, for not only did the deep creek guard it, but the -logs had fallen all about it in inextricable confusion, making -a <i>chevaux de frise</i> through which a corps of axmen would -have found it extremely difficult to force their way. The -middle of the island was cleared, leaving the path open -for them to pass from one part to another, and they now -waited almost eagerly for the coming of the enemy, who, as -yet, did not appear. Cooney Joe took his rifle and stole -out toward the clearing, and for half an hour the “scout” -remained quiet, waiting in considerable anxiety for the -coming of the hunter, whose danger they well knew. But -he came back at a long-loping trot, his rifle at a trail, and -his eyes flashing with the ardor of battle.</p> -<p>“Git ready, boys,” he cried. “We’ve got business afore -us, bet yer life.”</p> -<p>“What now, Joe?” demanded the captain. “Who are -coming?”</p> -<p>“All that’s left of Napope’s band and thirty of Dick Garrett’s -men,” replied Joe. “And—”</p> -<p>“Thar’s an Injin,” cried one of the men. “I’ll pop him -over.”</p> -<p>“Hold on,” replied Joe. “Seems to me that chap is -making signals that look <i>white</i>. Thar; look at that!”</p> -<p>An Indian had appeared in plain sight and was waving a -white cloth in the air.</p> -<p>“Hello, <i>you</i>!” yelled Joe. “Come in, ef you want -to.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_63">63</div> -<p>The man obeyed and came clambering over the barricade, -and at a glance they could see that he was a white man disguised. -It was Tom Bantry, who had escaped from associates -with whom he could no longer consort.</p> -<p>“Look here, men,” he said. “I’m Tom Bantry. You -don’t know <i>me</i> and mebbe you don’t want to. I’ve been one -of Dick Garrett and Will Jackwood’s men—I have. Now -why don’t you kill me?”</p> -<p>“Don’t see my way to that clear,” said Joe. “Now, Tom -Bantry, what d’ye want here?”</p> -<p>“I’ve, quit ’em,” replied Tom, energetically. “I couldn’t -stand it, boys, ’pon my word, I couldn’t. I feel mean as dirt -’cause I’ve been with ’em so long; but I tell you I didn’t -think they was so mean till last night when they killed poor -Mr. Wescott.”</p> -<p>“What’s that you say?” cried Melton, coming forward. -“Who killed him; how was he killed?”</p> -<p>“Dick Garrett did it,” replied Tom, in a choking voice. -“The ’square give him some cheek, and he had him throwed -into the river. Boys, I’m a rough boatman, but I jumped in -after him, and they left us alone in the dark on the river. I -tried to save him, but it wan’t no use; the current took him -under.”</p> -<p>“I believe this man, for one,” said Melton. “He never -would dare to come here with such a tale as that unless it -was really true. What do you say, boys?”</p> -<p>“He’s all right,” replied Joe, “but ef he ain’t, let him look -out, ’cause I shoot awful close, odd times; I do, by gracious. -So Dick Garrett is jined with Napope?”</p> -<p>“That ain’t all, you know,” said Tom Bantry. “They hev -sent off a messenger to the village, and if you don’t have -lively times round here, then I don’t want a picayune.”</p> -<p>“Perhaps we had better retreat.”</p> -<p>“You can’t do it; they’ve got scouts all through the -woods, and you’d hev the hull posse on your backs in twenty -minnits by the clock, so don’t try that on, ’square. No, it’s -goin’ to be a b’ar-fight, and you can’t find a better place than -this to fight in.”</p> -<p>“I believe the man is right,” said Melton. “I say, Folks, -is your hand so bad you can’t pull a trigger?”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_64">64</div> -<p>“Sorry to say ’tis, Cap,” replied the man; “I can’t do -nothing.”</p> -<p>He had been hit in the hand during the fight that morning, -and the cords had been so injured as to make it impossible -for him to fire a rifle.</p> -<p>“Then you may as well let this man have your rifle, -Folks,” said the captain. “I take it for granted you mean -to fight?”</p> -<p>“Stranger, I’ve <i>got</i> to fight,” said Bantry. “Why, if Dick -Garrett gets me, he’ll raise my wool, sure, and so, ef he does -git into this camp, I’m goin’ out feet fust. That’s the way to -talk it.”</p> -<p>“He knows you have turned against him, then?”</p> -<p>“Captin, he suspects it, and to suspect a man is all <i>he</i> -wants, you know. He’ll go for me, sure.”</p> -<p>The man who had been hurt came up at this moment and -gave Bantry the rifle and ammunition.</p> -<p>“Now, ’square, see here,” he said; “you watch me when I -fire the first shot, and if it don’t seem to you that I’ve tried -to hit my man, I give you leave to shoot me, that’s all. This -is a good rifle, chummy—she hangs true as a die, and I can -knock the black out of a buffler’s eye at twenty rods -with her.”</p> -<p>At this moment one of the sentries outside the barricade -gave the signal, and all were immediately upon the alert. -Melton took the charge of Bantry upon himself, and gave -him a place in the middle of the barricade, and took his station -beside him. The sentries came stealing in like silent -specters, and placed themselves beside the rest in silence, -waiting for the advance of the Indians.</p> -<p>They had not long to wait, for a tufted head was cautiously -protruded from behind a tree, and a pair of brilliant eyes -looked keenly at the island. Evidently he saw something -out of the way, for he stepped out in full view of the fort -and advanced to within twenty feet of the barricade.</p> -<p>“That man must not go back,” said Melton, in a whisper, -touching Tom Bantry on the arm, “and no rifle must be -fired. Can you fetch him?”</p> -<p>Bantry caught up a knife and hatchet, and sprung from the -barricade so suddenly that the Indian had no time to cock -<span class="pb" id="Page_65">65</span> -his gun before the fiery boatman was upon him. They -closed with fierce energy, a short struggle ensued, and then -Tom Bantry arose, leaving the Indian dead at his feet.</p> -<p>“Well done, Bantry,” said Melton, as the man came back -his face scarcely flushed by the desperate struggle in which -he had been engaged. “You will do very well without -watching.”</p> -<p>“I’ve <i>got</i> to fight,” replied Tom, coolly. “It won’t do for -me to be caught, I tell you.”</p> -<p>By this time the Indians and disguised boatmen began to -show themselves through the woods, and the scout opened -upon them at once, and they skulked to the shelter of the -bushes. But the men who had come up with the desperado -Garrett did not know the word fear, and only waited for the -orders of their superior to advance to the assault.</p> -<p>“They are fighting chickens, Cap; game birds, every -man, now you mind what I say,” said the deserter. “They’ll -fight like bulldogs, but they’d do better if Black Will was -here.”</p> -<p>The attack was not long delayed. The desperate ruffians -collected as close as possible to the barricade, and then made -their rush all together. They were met by men as determined -and desperate as themselves, and forced back, leaving -one fourth of their number dead or wounded in front of the -barricade.</p> -<p>“That’s the way Melton’s scouts do it,” cried the voice of -the young captain. “Come again, my boys.”</p> -<p>“I hear you,” screamed Garrett, “and we will come again. -Now, Napope,” he added, lowering his tone, “we must divide -their force. Send ten of your best men to cross the creek -and attack them on the right. Send ten more to the left, -and try them at the same time. The signal will be three -rifle-shots from this point.”</p> -<p>Their movements were not so well shrouded that Melton -could not see the danger to be apprehended from a division -of his forces, which was rendered necessary by this action on -their part. But he only sent three men to each point threatened, -one under the lead of Tom Bantry, who had already -become quite popular, and the other under Cooney Joe. They -darted rapidly across the little open space, while the others -<span class="pb" id="Page_66">66</span> -loaded their rifles and pistols and calmly waited for the assault.</p> -<p>“Beat them off this time, and the chances are they won’t -want any more,” cried Melton. “Shoot a little closer to -make up for the lost men, and it will be all right.”</p> -<p>Just then they heard three rifle-shots, and a simultaneous -movement was made against the island from three different -points. But the foresight of Melton in sending small parties -to the threatened points, removed the danger from the two -parties of Indians, while his own force was not so weakened -but that he could still present a stout front to the foe. The -barricade rained bullets upon the advancing enemy entangled -in the branches of the trees which formed the intrenchment, -and crowded into the narrow space of twenty feet. No men, -however hardy, could hope to live long under such a fire, and -in spite of the almost superhuman exertions of Garrett, Napope -and Na-she-eschuck, they fell back again, and took -breath under cover of the woods.</p> -<p>“This is awful,” said Garrett. “The curse of the devil on -them, how they do fight. I’ve lost near half my men.”</p> -<p>The small parties under Tom Bantry and Joe had succeeded -in keeping their enemies at bay, and as soon as the -main body retreated, half a dozen men ran to their aid, and -the Indians were quickly swept away from the banks of the -creek.</p> -<p>“Good boys,” said Melton. “You could not fight better if -you liked the sport. Now, who wants the doctor?”</p> -<p>No one had been badly injured. Two or three had been -scraped by passing bullets, but a little sticking-plaster soon set -that right, and they were as ready for a fight as ever.</p> -<p>Garrett was furious, and while he was blaming heaven and -earth at the ill success of his attack, a man whose face was -flushed by a hard ride dashed through the swamp, and drew -up before them.</p> -<p>“Now then, what is all this?” he cried. “I know you, -Dick Garrett. You delight in a row so much that you are -wasting my men in attacking a perfect fort.”</p> -<p>“But you don’t know who is in it, Will Jackwood,” replied -Garrett. “Two men you hate—Cooney Joe and Captain -Melton.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_67">67</div> -<p>“Ha, say you so? Then out of that they must come, by -the Eternal! Keep back the men, for Black-Hawk will be -here in half an hour with four hundred braves, and then we -will overwhelm them. Captain Melton, eh? I always did -detest that boy, Dick.”</p> -<p>“I don’t love him,” said Dick.</p> -<p>“What is this I hear about Sam Wescott?”</p> -<p>“Gone under, Will. I had to do it, for he recognized me -in my disguise, and some one had to go.”</p> -<p>“I don’t care so much about that, if you did not compromise -me. The man hated me, and while he lived there was -no hope of winning the girl by fair means, and I always liked -that way best. Where is the girl?”</p> -<p>“I left her on the edge of the swamp, with three of my -best men.”</p> -<p>“All right; where is Tom Bantry? I want to send him -somewhere.”</p> -<p>“I don’t know what to think about him, Will, ’pon my -word. When we slung Wescott overboard the fool jumped -after him, and I left them both in the river. Tom got out, -some way, and came to Napope’s camp, but after their fight -we could not find hide nor hair of him.”</p> -<p>“You’ve lost the best man in the party, then, by all odds. -Tom was the only one who had a spark of humanity in his -composition. You are sure these men you left with the girl -are all right?”</p> -<p>“Davis, Bradshaw and Herrick.”</p> -<p>“They’ll do; as true panthers as ever lapped blood. How -many has Melton in his fort?”</p> -<p>“He <i>had</i> twenty.”</p> -<p>“Then he’s got twenty <i>now</i>,” said Jackwood. “You have -not hurt many of them in that place, for the captain knows -how to choose a position. Send one of the Indians to Black-Hawk, -and tell him to make haste, as we must get this little -job off our hands.”</p> -<p>“If you find it a little job, then there are no snakes in the -South Red,” said Garrett, who was incensed at the quiet way -in which his defeat was laughed down. “They licked Napope -alone, and now they’ve licked our combined forces, and -it is no two to one they don’t give our friend Black-Hawk -<span class="pb" id="Page_68">68</span> -all he can do. <i>You</i> ought to know Melton’s scouts by this -time.”</p> -<p>Jackwood nodded, and a fierce look came into his face:</p> -<p>“If I had been here, friend Garrett, this would never have -happened. If <i>I</i> had assailed these works, I would have taken -them.”</p> -<p>“Then assail them now. You’ve got the men—try it.”</p> -<p>“Dick—Dick! How lucky it is that all men are not -swayed by impulse. You offer me a broken and discouraged -force to perform the task you failed to achieve when they -were in prime order. It won’t do, Richard; too transparent -altogether. Get the men together, see to the wounded and -get the survivors ready for a new attack. I will lead it in -person.”</p> -<p>As he spoke, the approach of dusky scouts heralded the -coming of Black-Hawk, and directly after the old chief, surrounded -by his principal advisers and warriors, strode into the -camp.</p> -<h2 id="c10"><span class="small">CHAPTER X.</span> -<br />THE FOREST FIEND.</h2> -<p>Will Jackwood, whose influence over the old chief had -now become great, at once accosted him.</p> -<p>“The time has come, chief of the Sacs, when you may -put forth your hand and take that which is your own, the -band of men who have braved the power of Napope and -his strongest men, and have even baffled my warriors. They -laugh at us in yonder fort; let us teach them what we can -do.”</p> -<p>“My brother speaks good words,” replied the chief. -“Let those who have axes go forward and fell trees about -the fort upon every side so that we may cross the creek. -Let others take their guns and protect them.”</p> -<p>A cordon of axmen was quickly formed, about the island, -and the great trees came crashing down, forming -bridges over which the great force of warriors could rush -<span class="pb" id="Page_69">69</span> -to the attack. The work was quickly done, and then at the -command of the chief four hundred warriors rushed on together, -uttering their fearful war-cries. They broke through -the abatis of tangled limbs unopposed and reached the fort -only to find it tenantless. The white rangers had escaped, -how they could not tell, leaving nothing to show where they -had departed, but all knew that it must have been in the interval -of time which elapsed between the last attack on the -fort and the coming of Black-Hawk. Black Will was nearly -beside himself with anger, and a pursuit was at once commenced, -when the trail was found. But, the “scout” had -half an hour’s start, and he feared that they would reach the -river before they could be overtaken, and their leader’s fertile -brain would quickly study out some way of crossing the -stream.</p> -<p>Although having but little hope, Black-Hawk sent out -a hundred of the best Sac warriors under the command of -Ma-she-eschuck, and the pursuit was pressed with ardor. -While this was being done, Jackwood sent Garrett with five -men to find Sadie, and conduct her to a place of safety, strictly -enjoining him to use her well but upon no account to suffer -her to escape.</p> -<p>Dick Garrett hurried his men to the spot where he had -left Sadie, and as he approached it his countenance began to -change for he heard nothing of the men he had left in charge -of the girl.</p> -<p>“Hurry up, boys,” he cried; “if they have lost her, I’ll -not be the man to go back to Black Will Jackwood and tell -him of it. Ha! Look at that.”</p> -<p>The three men who had been left with Sadie lay upon -the earth under the shadow of the trees. Their faces were -upturned to the sky, and it needed no prophet to tell that -they were dead, and the party broke into a run and reached -the spot. Two of them had been shot through the heart, -evidently with pistol balls, and the third had half a dozen -knife wounds upon him, and they saw on every hand evidences -of a desperate struggle, while Sadie was nowhere to -be seen. The men paused and looked at each other in unspeakable -dismay, for they knew Jackwood too well to dare -face him, and tell him what had happened.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_70">70</div> -<p>“He’d kill me!” screamed Garrett. “Look here, boys; -we’ve got to find this girl before we go back, so take the -trail at once, and follow. We’ll have her back, if she is -above ground, and avenge these poor fellows who lie dead. -I only wish we had Tom Bantry now; he was the best scout -among us.”</p> -<p>“What made you leave him in the river then?” said one -of the men, in a sullen tone. “He won’t come back no -more, Tom won’t, and like enuff he’ll turn against us.”</p> -<p>“Don’t be mutinous, Tracey,” said Garrett, turning a dark -look upon the speaker. “You know <i>me</i>, and you know I -never waste words. Be mighty careful; <i>I</i> would, if I was -you.”</p> -<p>The man understood the deadly threat implied in the -words of his leader, and turned away muttering to him -self.</p> -<p>“Now Jack Fish,” said Dick, addressing himself to another -of the party, “if Tracey has done growling, you take -the trail. ’Tain’t likely that a young and tender girl can -keep away from us long.”</p> -<p>The man addressed came forward, and waving the others -back began to examine the earth to find the imprint of Sadie’s -feet. It was not long before he announced that he had -found it, and that it was covered by another trail, that -of a man in moccasins, who was apparently following her, -and from the length of the step he should say they were -running.</p> -<p>“That looks as if she was afraid of the critter,” said Garrett. -“Who can it be that is brave enough to attack these -men, shoot two and kill the third with a knife and get off so -easily? Now, I’ll tell you what I make of this, boys. When -this man, whoever he is, shot down two of the boys and -rushed in on Davis with the knife, the girl was scared and -put out for the woods. When he had finished Davis—and -he didn’t do it easy—he went after her, and like as not he -hasn’t caught her yet. Take the trail, Jack, but have your -weapons handy.”</p> -<p>It was yet early in the afternoon and the trail was plain, -as no attempt had been made to cover it. They went on at -a trot, Jack Fish in advance, closely followed by Garrett and -<span class="pb" id="Page_71">71</span> -the rest, and the course led them deep into the woods to -the right of the position which had been so nobly held by -Melton’s scout. Sadie was used to exercise in the open -air and was evidently leading her pursuer a desperate chase, -using every artifice to throw him from the trail. Garret was -dumbfounded, for he could not understand why she should -fly from one who had slain her enemies, but they followed -the trail, hoping every moment to overtake the man who was -in chase of Sadie. All at once, Jack Fish, who still held -the advance, stopped and lifted his hand, with a low -cry.</p> -<p>“See here, Dick, this gal is cute, you bet. She has throwed -him off the trail as sure as shootin’. Thar’s no track but -his’n here.”</p> -<p>Dick eagerly inspected the trail and was forced to arrive -at the same conclusion.</p> -<p>“Turn back, then,” he cried. “We will find which way -she has gone and follow. I will take the trail on one side -and you on the other and we will soon pick it up again.”</p> -<p>They had not gone back twenty paces when Jack Fish -stopped beside a clump of thick bushes which grew close to -the path, and stooping, looked under them.</p> -<p>“I’ve found it, boys. She crept under the bushes here and -got away from him; follow me.”</p> -<p>He passed through the bushes, parting them carefully, and -upon the other side found the trail clearly defined and leading -at a right angle from the course they had been following.</p> -<p>“She’s smart,” said Garrett, admiringly. “I don’t know as -I blame Will for liking her, after all. She has beaten this -fellow well, and as we don’t want any thing from him just -now, we’ll follow the girl.”</p> -<p>They kept on swiftly, for Jack announced that Sadie was -fatigued at this point and was no longer running. Soon -after they reached a place where, worn out by fatigue, she -had seated herself upon a bank and rested for a little time. -From this point the trail became erratic, and she was evidently -wandering up and down seeking for some course out -of the woods, and the night found them still upon the trail -and they camped for the night determined to take the trail -again at early morning.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_72">72</div> -<p>“And we’ll run her to earth before nine o’clock, you -mark my words,” said Garrett. “Lucky for you I am your -leader, or you would have gone back to meet Will Jackwood.”</p> -<p>“Not if I knows it,” said Tracey. “Will Jackwood never -sees me again if we don’t find her in the morning. Now I -think of it, where is the Indian girl?”</p> -<p>“I never thought of her,” said Garrett. “Can it be possible -that <i>she</i> killed the men?”</p> -<p>“Oh, bosh; she only had a bow and arrows and it took a -strong man to harness Joel Davis. I’ll be cussed if I understand -it at all. Say, Jack, did you see any thing of the Indian -girl’s trail?”</p> -<p>“She went another way from the camp, on a run too. It -must have been some awful looking critter that tackled Joel -Davis, to skeer the girls so.”</p> -<p>“You are right,” said Garrett. “Now then, as Jack has -worked hard and we want him to lead again to-morrow, -Tracey will keep camp for two hours and the rest of you as you -can agree, until morning. I’m going to have a snooze, myself.”</p> -<p>He wrapped himself in a blanket and threw himself down -at the foot of a tree, while the rest in a discontented manner -drew lots for the choice of the hours of watching. After -this had been settled the lucky ones took their blankets and -lay down, while Tracey lighted his pipe, moved out a short -distance in the darkness and sat down to watch. The man -was sullen, and had not yet got over his little brush with -Garrett upon the fate of Tom Bantry, and he muttered to -himself about the pride of rank which enabled Garrett to sleep, -while he was forced to watch.</p> -<p>They built no fire, for it was a clear summer night and -even the blankets were scarcely needed. Tracey’s pipe -glowed through the night, showing those of his companions -who yet slept, where he sat in the shadow. After a time -the man began to doze, and did not see the dark figure that -crawled slowly toward him until it stood erect against the -trunk of the tree against which he was seated. A moment -after, a long arm was stretched out and clutched his throat in -so fell a clasp that it seemed to collapse beneath the pressure, -and in a moment more he lay without a struggle or a groan -supine beneath the tree.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_73">73</div> -<p>The strange being who had done the work, bent over the -insensible form and was busy about something for a short -time, and then taking up the pipe which Tracey had dropped -and which had not been extinguished, he sat down near the -body of the fallen renegade and began to smoke, first picking -up the cap of his victim and placing it upon his head, -glancing now and then at the sleeping camp. When the -pipe was smoked out he arose and stole softly to the side of -Dick Garrett and looked down into his face.</p> -<p>The moonlight shone full upon him, and showed a horrible -figure of gigantic mold, covered from head to foot with a -hairy substance, while the eyes looked fiercely from his shaggy -eyebrows upon the sleeping ruffian. His attitude was menacing, -and once or twice the right hand dropped to a hairy girdle -about his waist, as if to draw a huge knife which was suspended -there, but upon second thought he seemed to change his -mind, and gathering up the rifles of the party, he carried them -a little distance into the woods, and returned this time to take -away the knives and pistols, most of which were thrown together -in a heap, at the place where the rifles had been stacked. -Some of the villains had their small-arms upon their -persons, but these the intruder did not attempt to touch, and -waving his hands triumphantly above his head, he bounded -into the thicket, and was seen no more.</p> -<p>Daylight came and they began to yawn and stretch themselves, -those who ought to have gone upon guard long before, -looking mystified at being allowed to sleep until morning.</p> -<p>“Tracey went to sleep, that’s all,” said Garrett. “Go and -kick the brute, somebody. There is no telling what might -have happened through his cussed carelessness.”</p> -<p>One of the men sprung to the spot where the recumbent -figure of Tracey was seen, and had actually drawn back his -foot to kick him, when he saw that his hands were tightly -bound, and a gag thrust into his mouth. His cry of astonishment -awoke the rest, and they quickly surrounded their fallen -comrade, relieved him of the ligatures, and helped him to arise. -The eyes of the man were rolling fearfully, and he gasped for -breath.</p> -<p>“Ha!” he said, at last. “A pretty set of fellows you are, -<span class="pb" id="Page_74">74</span> -to let a man stay in that way all night. Dunderheads—sleepers—ten -thousand curses on your heads!”</p> -<p>“Steady, Tracey,” said Garrett. “What does this -mean?”</p> -<p>“It means you are a lot of lazy thieves, or you would have -found this out four hours ago.”</p> -<p>“Who did it?”</p> -<p>“How do I know? I was sitting there smoking my pipe, -when I felt a great hairy hand upon my throat, and I was -choking. Then I lost my senses, and when I came to myself, -I was lying here, anchored to the tree, and unable to -move hand or foot.”</p> -<p>“Why didn’t you sing out?”</p> -<p>“Why didn’t I fly?” retorted Tracey, angrily. “I wouldn’t -be a fool if I were you, Dick Garrett. Oh, curse the hand, -whoever it was. Where’s my rifle?”</p> -<p>The question naturally drew their attention to their own -weapons, and as they noted the loss, curses both loud and -deep were vented upon the head of the being who had done -this injury to them. Garrett actually foamed at the mouth -in his anger, and ran in a frantic manner up and down the -camp, cursing Tracey, their unknown enemy, any thing and -every thing under the sun, in no measured terms.</p> -<p>“That’s it,” said Tracey. “Curse your own sleepy heads, -and let me alone.”</p> -<p>“Look for sign, Jack Fish,” said Garrett, turning to their -trailer. “Tell me who has done this?”</p> -<p>“It’s the same man that killed the boys, and then followed -Miss Sadie,” said Jack. “Hyar’s his trail, plain as writing, -and I’ll be cussed if it don’t beat me to tell whether he’s -man or beast.”</p> -<p>“He shall not beat me,” hissed Dick Garrett. “Take the -trail of the girl and follow, for we’ll have her now, rifles or -no rifles.”</p> -<p>The trailer obeyed without a word, and they started out -upon the trail. But, as they emerged from the woods and -entered a great clearing, every man paused in alarm, for -there, just in front, and covering them with one of their own -rifles, while the rest lay at his feet, stood the hairy monster -who had stolen in upon their camp the night before.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_75">75</div> -<p>“Stop!” he cried, in a hoarse, unnatural voice. “For -your lives, stop. Move hand or foot and you are dead!”</p> -<p>They halted, and stood facing the leveled tube, trembling -in every joint, while the fierce eyes, glancing along the brown -barrel, held them enthralled.</p> -<h2 id="c11"><span class="small">CHAPTER XI.</span> -<br />BLACK-HAWK KEEPS HIS WORD.</h2> -<p>We left Sadie in charge of those desperadoes, while the -battle in the swamp was progressing. They were sulky at -not being allowed to take part in the fight, and only returned -gruff answers to her questions, while keeping a strict watch -upon the girls.</p> -<p>They stood under a great tree, whose spreading branches, -loaded with foliage, were impenetrable to the eye, and would -have formed a secure hiding-place, and none of them saw the -long, hairy arm extended, until a double report stretched two -of the guards dead upon the sod. Then came a rustling -sound, and the gigantic being, who afterward appeared to the -men of Garrett in the woods, bounded from the tree, holding -in his hand a gleaming knife. With a scream of horror, -Sadie fled into the forest, and Minneoba, believing that she -saw a demon of the lower world, also turned in flight, but -paused upon the edge of the woods, and looked back to see -a fearful duel between the man named Davis and the strange -being who sprung from the tree. They seemed to be complete -masters of their weapons, and for a moment the issue -seemed doubtful, but the gigantic strength of the unknown -prevailed, and Davis fell, covered with many wounds. The -victor stood erect, and seeing that Sadie had fled, uttered a -hoarse cry, and fixing his eyes upon her trail, bounded away -in pursuit. Minneoba, like all Indian girls, was superstitious, -and believed that it would be death to follow the wild being -into the woods, and turning, hurried on toward Black-Hawk’s -camp, intending to ask aid from him in the recovery of her -<span class="pb" id="Page_76">76</span> -friend. Sadie, in the mean time, had put all the distance she -could between herself and the hideous being who had assailed -her guards, and was hurried in her flight by hearing his deep -voice crying out after her, as she rushed on.</p> -<p>She tried every trick of wood-craft which she had learned -from her father—who was a skillful scout—when she became -certain that the horrible creature was really in pursuit. How -she finally eluded him by creeping beneath the bushes, and -then turning away from the course she had been pursuing, we -have before seen, and late in the afternoon she found herself -in the midst of a deep forest, pathless as the sea, not knowing -which way to turn. She was alone—alone in the -depths of that untrodden wilderness, the haunt of wild -beasts and the hunter who followed them, without a weapon -or guide. Never, perhaps, was a tenderly-nurtured woman -placed in so strange a situation before. Look which way she -would, there seemed to be no hope of succor. Strange -sights and sounds were heard, slimy snakes crept softly over -the leaves, great birds flitted through the branches, and she -heard the cry of the wildcat and panther in the distance. -Wearied and hopeless, she sunk down upon a mossy knoll, -and almost wished she had not fled from the monster who -followed her. But it would not do to remain there, and she -rose and staggered on her way, hoping against hope that -something would happen to give her aid.</p> -<p>She was nearly famished, and coming upon a place where -the succulent bulb known as the “ground-nut” grew in profusion, -she set to work and dug up the bulbs with her fingers, -following the white stems in their various turnings among the -roots until she found the article she sought. It took a long -time to satisfy her hunger, as the nuts were not larger than a -rifle ball, and were hard to find, and then she began to look -about for a place of rest, as it would soon be dark. She -reached a great opening, in the center of which a huge pile -of logs and brush was heaped, and removing some of these, -made a couch for herself among the branches, drew others -over her head, and resigned herself to an All-protecting -Power. Even in times of difficulty and danger sleep will -come to the weary, and she lost consciousness, and no longer -feared her enemies. Morning came and found the sweet girl -<span class="pb" id="Page_77">77</span> -still sleeping, when she was suddenly aroused by a harsh -voice crying out a deadly menace, and peeping from her -place of concealment, saw the Forest Fiend facing the knot -of helpless scoundrels under the leadership of Dick Garrett.</p> -<p>“It is a man, after all,” she murmured. “Perhaps I would -have done better to have let him overtake me, for it seems he -fights against these villains. Perhaps he is mad, poor -creature!”</p> -<p>“Let’s make a rush on him altogether, boys,” whispered -Garrett. “Curse it, five men ought to whip one.”</p> -<p>“But he’s got the rifles, the critter,” whined Tracey. “I -tell you that if you had been in his grip once, you wouldn’t -be so ready to try him again. He’s got a hold like an iron -vice, that devil has.”</p> -<p>“Don’t try to run,” cried the Forest Fiend. “It will not -be safe; he who flies first, dies first!”</p> -<p>“What do you want from us?” screamed Garrett. “Do -you know who I am, curse you?”</p> -<p>“I know you,” replied the strange being, wildly. “You -are a murderer and a robber, and deserve death for a hundred -crimes. Why don’t you come on? what are you afraid -of? You tremble at the sight of the Forest Fiend, murderer -that you are.”</p> -<p>“Won’t you back me, boys?” hissed Garrett; “I tell you -I’ll be the first to rush at him, if you will agree to follow.”</p> -<p>“He can kill three of us before we get within striking distance,” -replied Jack Fish. “I guess we had better give up -boys; maybe he’ll let us off.”</p> -<p>Garrett heard what he said, and thrusting his hand into -the bosom of his hunting-shirt, drew a long double-barreled -pistol, his eyes gleaming with rage.</p> -<p>“You’d turn traitor, would you?” he screamed. “Now -see here, rush on that devil, you and Tracey, or I shoot you -where you stand.”</p> -<p>“Don’t do it, Dick,” pleaded Jack Fish, dropping on his -knees. “I’ll fight any thing human, but not that dreadful -creature. Don’t force us on him, for the love of God.”</p> -<p>“I’ll do it,” replied Garrett, fiercely. “Up and at him, -you base hounds; up, I say!”</p> -<p>Goaded on by fear of the weapon of their leader, the men -<span class="pb" id="Page_78">78</span> -sprung on, catching up clubs as they ran. But when they -had gained a hundred feet from the weapon of Garrett, and -where it would scarcely reach them, they threw up their -hands in token of submission, and fell upon their faces. The -Forest Fiend fired over them, and a man who stood at Garrett’s -elbow fell, shot through the heart. The others, who -had each a pistol, seeing that nothing was to be gained by -flight, rushed at the immovable figure of their enemy, who -caught up another weapon and fired again, killing the foremost -man. Garrett saw that there was no hope, and calling -to the last man, sprung toward the thicket. Hearing the -crack of the rifle, he turned back and saw his friend fall, -while the stern executioner caught up another rifle and leveled -it. As the bullet sped, Garrett sprung into the air and -fell upon his face, just as Jack Fish and Tracey, who had -taken advantage of their opportunity, reached the thicket in -safety.</p> -<p>Their terrible adversary sprung toward the fallen leader -without waiting to reload his weapon or take up a new one, -but to his rage Garrett uttered a loud laugh of derision and -sprung to his feet, and the next moment the leaves concealed -him from view. He had been “playing ’possum,” and was -not hurt in the least, as he had managed to fall just in time -to escape the well-aimed bullet. The Forest Fiend darted -back for a rifle, but he was a moment too late, although he -fired into the thicket, and then, snatching up a powder-horn -and bullet-pouch, darted away in pursuit.</p> -<p>The moment he was gone Sadie came out of her place of -concealment, selected a rifle and ammunition from the heap, -and hurried away, glad of the opportunity to get out of a -dangerous neighborhood. She could not control her fear -of the strange being who had come to her aid so opportunely, -and continued her flight until she felt safe from pursuit, -and then sat down, panting, loaded the rifle which -she had taken, and prepared to defend herself from any assault.</p> -<p>“Who and what is that wonderful being?” she murmured. -“How brave he is; how little he cared for that gang -of desperate scoundrels, who were doubtless in pursuit of -us! Oh, I hope he may overtake Richard Garrett and -<span class="pb" id="Page_79">79</span> -avenge the murder of my poor father! Melton, where are -you? Have you fallen a victim to these base wretches who -regard human life as a plaything? God forbid!”</p> -<p>As she was rising to proceed upon her way she heard a -slight rustle among the bushes, and grasping her rifle turned -in the direction of the sound. But she dropped the weapon -with a cry of delight, for the bushes parted and Minneoba -suddenly appeared and ran to her white sister, clasping her -in her arms.</p> -<p>“Sadie, my sister,” she said, softly kissing her again and -again. “The heart of Minneoba has been very sad. She -feared that the evil demon of the woods had destroyed the -Wild Rose, and that her poor Indian sister would never see -the face she loved again.”</p> -<p>If Minneoba was delighted, how much greater was the -joy of Sadie, who could now hope to escape from the toils -of her enemies, for she knew that the forest was to the Indian -girl as easy to tread as a ball-room floor for her. She -returned the caresses showered upon her, and for a moment -the two girls forgot that aught of evil or danger hung over -them.</p> -<p>“I have been to my father’s camp,” said Minneoba, “and -many warriors are searching for you. Black-Hawk loves -the Wild Rose for her father’s sake, and will give her a -shelter. His heart is very sad because the men of Garrett -have killed the good white man, but what can he do? The -war has commenced and the warriors would say he had -turned woman if he was angry at the death of a white man. -Let us go.”</p> -<p>The two girls set out together, threading the mazes of the -forest with an ease which only a forest life could impart, the -Indian girl taking the advance, and chatting merrily with -her companion as she proceeded. They had not gone far -when they were met by two warriors, who expressed their -satisfaction in their peculiar manner, and at once led the -way to the river, which was not far away, and where a -canoe was waiting in which they descended the stream, a -distance of about three miles, landed upon a green point, -and assisted Sadie to leave the canoe, which was then carefully -concealed by leaves and brush. This done, the warriors -<span class="pb" id="Page_80">80</span> -again led the way, the two girls following, and they -came suddenly upon a great camp of the Indians. More -than four hundred people, principally fighting braves, although -there was a small number of women and children, -were resting in the beautiful glade, most of them engaged in -cleaning their weapons and getting ready for the battle -which was to come. Black-Hawk and Will Jackwood were -conversing together apart from the rest, and the latter started -forward with a look of delight as he saw Sadie, and advanced -at once, closely followed by Black-Hawk.</p> -<p>“Welcome to the Indian camp, Sadie,” said Jackwood, -endeavoring to take her hand. “You can not tell how unhappy -I have been since I knew that you were lost.”</p> -<p>She took no notice of his extended hand, but went on to -meet Black-Hawk, who greeted her kindly.</p> -<p>“Let the Wild Rose rest under the shelter of a Sac lodge,” -he said. “Black-Hawk has been driven from the places -he loved by the white men, but he can not forget that -there are just white men, who would not do a wrong to the -simple Indian. Such a man was the father of the Wild -Rose.”</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk,” said Sadie, as she took the proffered hand, -“when my father drove away the bad men who sought your -life, you promised to be a friend to us. Now the time has -come for you to keep your word.”</p> -<p>“Black-Hawk is not a white man, to speak with a double -tongue. What he has spoken—he <i>has</i> spoken. Let the -Wild Rose ask what she will from Black-Hawk, and if it is -in his power, she shall have what she asks.”</p> -<p>“My father is dead,” she said, mournfully. “The bad men -who follow William Jackwood, killed him because he would -not kneel to them or beg for his life. Now, Jackwood follows -me and I fear him, and I ask the protection of the great -chief from this bad man.”</p> -<p>“Has the son of Red-Bird lied to me?” cried Black-Hawk, -sternly. “He told me that the Wild Rose loved him and -would come into his lodge gladly.”</p> -<p>“He has lied,” she answered. “He knows that I hate -him above all men on earth, and that I would die sooner than -permit myself to be his wife.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_81">81</div> -<p>“Be careful, girl,” hissed Jackwood. “You will raise a -tempest which you can not quell, if you do not look out.”</p> -<p>“I have no fear of the result. Any thing would be preferable -to a union with such a wretch as you are.”</p> -<p>“Look you, Black-Hawk,” cried Jackwood, turning fiercely -upon the chief. “When I agreed to aid you, remember that -I told you that this girl must be mine and you promised that -I should have my will.”</p> -<p>“That was when Black-Hawk believed that the Wild Rose -loved you,” replied Black-Hawk. “She has asked for my -protection and it is given. Let the son of Red-Bird seek -another mate; the Wild Rose is not for him.”</p> -<p>A tempest of furious passions raged in the heart of William -Jackwood. At any other time or place he would have -shot the old chief down without any remorse, and even here, -in the midst of his warriors, he was tempted to do it, even -at the risk of his own life. With a mighty effort he restrained -himself, and turned away with a malevolent glance -at Sadie, which she returned by one of defiance.</p> -<p>Several of the principal braves were looking on, and there -was some murmuring, for these men recognized the good old -maxim—‘to the victor belong the spoils.’ While they stood -thus, there was heard a triumphant shout upon the river, and -several men started away to see what it meant. They were -soon heard coming back, and directly after a compact body -of men, those who followed Will Jackwood, poured into the -camp, leading in their midst, as prisoners, Captain Melton, -Cooney Joe and Tom Bantry. A look of ferocious joy -beamed upon the face of Will Jackwood, for he saw a chance -for revenge.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_82">82</div> -<h2 id="c12"><span class="small">CHAPTER XII.</span> -<br />SADIE’S SACRIFICE.</h2> -<p>The prisoners marched firmly, and not a cheek blanched -as they saw where they were led and realized the fearful -danger in which they stood. Will Jackwood started forward -and addressed one of his subordinates, who, for the time -being, had been in command of the band.</p> -<p>“Did <i>you</i> take them, Justin? If you can say that you -did so without aid from the Indians, then you may ask any -thing you like at my hands.”</p> -<p>“Nary red,” replied the man. “We caught them crossing -the river in a canoe, and pounced on ’em almost before they -could lift a hand, but that Cooney Joe laid out Jack Ferguson, -and Saul Sloan has got a bad wound in the shoulder, from -Melton’s knife. Is that satisfactory?”</p> -<p>“Excellent! Black-Hawk, I claim these prisoners as my -own, as my men took them without help.”</p> -<p>“They are yours,” replied Black-Hawk. “An Indian -chief knows how to be just.”</p> -<p>“Now then, Captain Charles Melton, you are in my power; -do you understand, in my power! You shall rue the day -when you dared come between me and the woman I love.”</p> -<p>“What do you mean, renegade?” replied the young scout. -“I never wronged you in my life.”</p> -<p>“Perhaps; we shall see how it turns out. Keep them -safe, boys; set a double guard upon them, and for your lives, -let none escape. Ah, my good, valiant, chivalric Joe, how -you will repent having raised your hand against me.”</p> -<p>“I do repent, Will,” said Joe, quietly. “I repent most -awfully. I ought to have lifted yer ha’r on the spot, by -gracious. ’Twould have served you just right, and saved a -good deal of trouble.”</p> -<p>“Take them away, boys, take them away. Ha; don’t let -the girl speak to them or she will contrive some way to set -<span class="pb" id="Page_83">83</span> -them free. Look out for Minneoba above all others, for she -is as cute as the devil. Miss Sadie, do I deceive myself when -I think that you will not <i>now</i> disdain to hold some conversation -with me?”</p> -<p>“What do you wish to say to me, sir?” replied Sadie, who -saw the dreadful peril of her friends, and wished to save -them if possible.</p> -<p>“Say to Black-Hawk that you wish to speak to me apart -from the rest and he will give you permission. I see a way -in which you can save these men.”</p> -<p>She spoke to the chief, who nodded kindly, and she followed -Black Will a little distance from the camp.</p> -<p>“That is far enough,” she said, pausing under a great tree. -“What have you to say to me?”</p> -<p>“Change your way of speaking; be more complaisant to -me, my dear girl, for the more kindly you use me the better -it will be for yonder men who are doomed beyond hope if -I so much as lift a finger. First of all—do you love this -Captain Melton?”</p> -<p>“He has never spoken to me,” replied Sadie. “How do I -know that he cares for me?”</p> -<p>“That is not the question at issue. Do you love him? -That is what I asked.”</p> -<p>“How can I answer that, when I do not know my own -heart? He is a brave and good man, and I could love him -dearly if he loved me as well. I will say no more upon that -point.”</p> -<p>“At least you care enough for him to wish to save his -life?”</p> -<p>“Yes—yes; I would do almost any thing for that,” she replied, -eagerly.</p> -<p>“It has gone as far as that, has it? My dear girl, you are -further gone than you imagined. Now, I do not wish to be -incumbered by prisoners. If we can not come to terms, I -shall find it necessary to put these fellows out of the way, -and shall certainly do so. There are many ways in which to -do this, and my friends the Indians will doubtless be happy -to take the laboring oar out of my hands.”</p> -<p>“Do you mean that you would be base enough to give them -up to the torture?” she cried.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_84">84</div> -<p>“Undoubtedly, my Indian friends might find it in their -hearts to burn them if they only had them. I was present -at a spectacle of this kind, the other day, where they barbecued -a traitorous Indian. It was not pretty, and I may say -did not amuse me after the first gush, and I went so far as to -kill the poor fellow with my own hand, to put him out of his -pain. It would distress me very much to see any of your -friends in a like delicate situation.”</p> -<p>“What do you ask of me, William Jackwood? Do you -wish to drive me mad? You could not—<i>could</i> not be so -base.”</p> -<p>“I would do any thing for revenge,” replied the man, -hoarsely. “I tell you, upon my honor as a man, that if you -do not promise to be my wife—I know that you will keep -your word—these men shall all die as I have said. Make that -promise, and upon the day when you become my wife, all shall -be set free except one.”</p> -<p>“Which one do you mean?”</p> -<p>“Tom Bantry; he is a cursed traitor.”</p> -<p>“That man must be saved, at all hazards,” replied Sadie, -firmly. “Of all your villainous band, William Jackwood, he -alone showed a spark of pity when my unhappy father was -cast into the furious flood, bound and helpless. What I would -not do for love I will do for gratitude, and I give you my -hand, if you will swear upon your honor that these men shall -go free, and at once.”</p> -<p>“You are sensible,” he said, eagerly. “I had not hoped -that you would yield so easily, and I will make it the study -of my life to make you happy as—”</p> -<p>“Silence! Give me your promise and I will give you -mine.”</p> -<p>“I swear by the only things I hold pure—the memory of -my mother and my love for you—that these men shall all be -spared.”</p> -<p>“And I promise to be your wife, if we both live. Oh, -God, forgive me if I do wrong in this, but I can not see these -brave men sacrificed, who have come into this deadly peril -for my sake. William Jackwood, understand me fully, and -do not say in the after times that I deceived you. I hate -you—I shall always hate you—but I will be your wife.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_85">85</div> -<p>“All right,” said Jackwood, with a light laugh. “I will -try to change your opinion of me when we are married. And -now you are at liberty, and I will leave it to you to tell Black-Hawk -that you have changed your mind, while I prepare to -leave him. The chief has not used me well, and I do not -fight the battles of those who do not treat me as a friend.”</p> -<p>She went away with drooping head, and he stood in the -same spot, moodily tapping his boot-leg with a small switch -he carried. He was not fully satisfied, although he had gained -the stake for which he had been playing so long. She had -told him that she hated him, and had as good as said she -loved Charles Melton, and yet had promised to be his wife. -As he stood there, a man panting for breath and bleeding -from several wounds, rushed up to him, and in his disfigured -countenance he saw something which reminded him of Dick -Garrett, and stopped him.</p> -<p>“Dick, what is the matter?”</p> -<p>“Played out!” replied Dick, dropping exhausted on the sod. -“Give me some rum, for I am half dead.”</p> -<p>Jackwood put his flask to the mouth of the exhausted man -and he drank long and eagerly, and drew a deep breath of relief.</p> -<p>“Ah-h-h! That goes to the spot, Will. I’ve had a long -run—chased by the devil’s kid, and it’s a mercy that I have -got in alive. It all came of chasing that accursed girl, who -got into the woods.”</p> -<p>“It was not your fault, Dick,” said Jackwood. “Minneoba -came in and told us about it, and we sent out parties -after her, and one of them picked her up.”</p> -<p>“Take care of her yourself, after this,” panted Dick. “I’ve -seen the devil to-day, and fought him, and I don’t want any -more.”</p> -<p>“Where are the rest of your men?”</p> -<p>“Gone under, I reckon. Jack Fish and Tracey got into -the woods, and the rest are dead. I had to play ’possum, or -I would have been cooked, too. Give me another drink, and -I’ll tell you about it.”</p> -<p>Jackwood gave him the flask, and for a moment nothing -was heard except the musical gurgle of the liquor. When -he lowered it, a considerable vacuum existed in the vessel, -<span class="pb" id="Page_86">86</span> -and he told the story of the chase after Sadie with many expletives -not necessary to set down here. When he had -finished the tale he did the same with the liquor, and stood -up.</p> -<p>“You are wounded, Dick!”</p> -<p>“Nothing of much account. I’ve been cut and scratched -in diving through the brushes, for that hairy cuss chased me -almost into camp. I thought he’d never give it up.”</p> -<p>“I don’t know who or what it can be,” said Jackwood, -musingly, “and I don’t care much. Go and wash the blood -from your face, and then get the men together, for we must -leave this camp. It is all up with Black-Hawk, for Atkinson -has come with an army, and he will clean out the Indians in -the twinkling of an eye.”</p> -<p>Garrett moved away slowly, and Jackwood advanced to -the side of Black-Hawk, who was talking with Sadie. She -did not look at him as he came up, but Minneoba faced him -boldly, with her pretty face showing the utmost anger and -contempt.</p> -<p>“What has the son of Red-Bird said to frighten the Wild -Rose?” she cried, angrily. “He is a coward and no brave.”</p> -<p>“You had better send your daughter away, Black-Hawk,” -said Jackwood, quietly. “I have borne insults enough in -this camp, and will not stay here.”</p> -<p>“The son of Red-Bird promised to stay and fight for his -red brothers,” said Black-Hawk, reproachfully, “and when -he sees the enemy in sight he runs away like a frightened -hound. It is well; Black-Hawk would not have any except -brave men follow him.”</p> -<p>“It is false, Indian,” cried Will Jackwood. “Here, in the -midst of your wild band, I defy you to prove that while you -were true to me, I failed to do my duty like a man. But -when you dared to take away my prisoner, my wife that is -to be, in that day I leave you, never to return.”</p> -<p>“Go,” replied Black-Hawk. “I have been deceived in -the son of Red-Bird. His father died in the white man’s -prison, and now he basely turns away when the battle is -nigh.”</p> -<p>“Stay with me, Wild Rose,” cried Minneoba. “My father -is a strong chief and will protect you from harm.”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_87">87</div> -<p>“I can not—I dare not,” replied Sadie. “If I stay with -you, my friends, who are his prisoners, must die.”</p> -<p>“My father will take them away from him,” said Minneoba, -looking pleadingly at the old chief.</p> -<p>“Let him do so—let him make himself a dog, if he dares,” -replied Jackwood. “I will tell his baseness throughout the -tribes, and not a man of them all dare look me in the face -until I am righted.”</p> -<p>The chief hung his head, for he had pledged his sacred -word that Jackwood should keep his prisoners. The scoundrel -knew his character too well to doubt for a moment that -the Indian would keep his word, and let them go away with -the prisoners. Minneoba pleaded in vain, and with loud lamenting, -followed the compact force of Jackwood to the edge -of the forest, and saw them go away with the prisoners, closely -guarded, and Sadie walking by the side of William Jackwood, -with a hard, bitter look upon her beautiful face. Garrett, -who recovered quickly from every evil, turned about -and blew a kiss at Minneoba, who at once fitted an arrow to -the string, and would have sent it after him, but that he took -shelter among the men, laughing.</p> -<p>“‘The world is all before us where to choose,’ boys,” said -Jackwood, “but one thing is certain, if this thing goes against -the Indians, and of course it will, this territory won’t be very -healthy for us. What do you say?”</p> -<p>“We’ll find a place to live, Cap,” replied Garrett. “The -world owes us a living, and we’ll have it too, or else make -trouble.”</p> -<p>“Don’t you think we had better find a hiding-place and -see what is going to happen? There will be pretty pickings -for us if the day should, by any chance, favor the Indians, -even for a time.”</p> -<p>“I know the place you mean, Cap,” said Jack Fish, who -had come in before they marched. “The neatest hiding-place -in the West.”</p> -<p>“How far away?”</p> -<p>“’Bout six mile, I reckon.”</p> -<p>“Lead the way, then.”</p> -<p>Fish took the advance, and Jackwood assisted the weary -steps of Sadie over the rugged road before them. It led -<span class="pb" id="Page_88">88</span> -through tangled thickets, under trees which had been the -growth of centuries, and ended in a circular forest opening, -so difficult to reach, that Black Will was obliged to carry Sadie -in places, so worn out had she become.</p> -<p>The grass was green in the little glade, and the birds -were singing, as one by one the troop came out from beneath -the canopy of leaves, and gained a footing on the level -turf.</p> -<p>“Jack Fish,” said the renegade, “you have deserved well -of your country. I could live here forever. Here we rest, -until the thing is decided one way or another.”</p> -<p>“How will we live?” queried Garrett.</p> -<p>“The woods are full of game, and we will kill it so far -from the camp, that no one will suspect us of being here. -Captain Melton, will you give me your word of honor not to -try to escape, provided I free your arms?”</p> -<p>Melton was about to refuse, but catching Sadie’s eye, he -changed his mind, and made the required promise. It was -not extended to Tom Bantry, and Cooney Joe, who were -tightly bound, and placed under guard. Sadie was coming -forward with the intention of speaking to Melton, when the -bushes parted near her, and the face of the demon of the -woods appeared, peeping out among the leaves.</p> -<h2 id="c13"><span class="small">CHAPTER XIII.</span> -<br />GUESTS NOT INVITED.</h2> -<p>Sadie was not easily frightened, but it required the effort -of all her resolution to keep her from uttering a cry of -alarm. The young captain saw that she was deeply moved and -ascribed it to her grief at the situation in which she found -herself placed. But she recovered herself by a great effort -of the will and came forward, giving her hand frankly to the -man she loved and who loved her as dearly.</p> -<p>“I am deeply grieved that you have come into this danger -for my sake, Charles,” she said, softly. “But have no -<span class="pb" id="Page_89">89</span> -fear, for I will save you at any hazard. Indeed, it is done -already, for I have given my word and you are safe.”</p> -<p>“Safe! What do you mean, Sadie; what promise have -you given?”</p> -<p>“Do not be angry with me, Charles,” she said, sadly. “I -am sorry that it is forced upon me but—I have promised to -be the wife of William Jackwood.”</p> -<p>“Black Will! Gracious heaven, Sadie, it cannot be. What -madness is this?”</p> -<p>“I was forced to do it. They threatened you and your -brave companions with a horrible death. I had no one near -to advise me and I could not—I could not see you die.”</p> -<p>“You should have spoken to me first,” he cried, wildly. -“You knew that I loved you. I have never dared to tell -you until now, and ought to have spoken. What is death to -dishonor? What a life you have doomed yourself to -bear, that I may live. I would sooner die a thousand deaths -than bear this bitter burden.”</p> -<p>“Charles!” she cried. “You make my load too heavy -for me to bear. How could I see those who had incurred -this peril for me, given up to satisfy the bloody passions of -these desperate men. My father is dead—I am alone in the -world and my life would have been a weary one at best, if -I had refused to yield. He told me that if I was obstinate, -I should stand by and see you suffer. I could not have borne -that, at any rate.”</p> -<p>“You should have remained in the camp of Black-Hawk, -who is a brave man, although an Indian. My dear girl, I -can not blame you for what you have done. It was in all -kindness of heart, but it was wrong for you to yield. The -lives of men who are ready at any time to die for the right -should be as a feather’s weight compared to your sacrifice. -As I say, so would Joe Bent and Tom Bantry, who are more -hated by these men than I am.”</p> -<p>“Can you not escape?” she whispered. “But no—I forgot. -My word is pledged to this bad man and that I hold -sacred. But I shall not deem it a crime to take his life, and -although he may claim my hand he shall never have a -wife’s duty from me—for I hate him—oh, how I hate him!”</p> -<p>The white teeth clicked together fiercely as she spoke, -<span class="pb" id="Page_90">90</span> -and Black Will, who was listening, laughed a low, bitter laugh, -full of malice.</p> -<p>“Sorry to interfere in a social meeting of this kind,” he -said, advancing, “but your language is disgusting to your -future husband, my dear Sadie. Captain Melton, if I hear -any more language of this kind from you, I shall have you -bound and gagged, for I will not endure it.”</p> -<p>“If you do that it absolves me from my promise, for you -gave me your word to treat them well,” said Sadie.</p> -<p>“I will not give you even that loop-hole from which to -escape,” said Black Will, after a pause. “I leave the camp -to-day in search of a man who is at one of the Indian stations, -a Lutheran missionary. Let me say to you that he is -a man who would not perform the ceremony if you offer a -word of objection, and that you have only to say ‘no,’ and -that ceremony will cease and one of another kind commence, -for as there is a sky above us I will take your friends out -and hang them before your eyes. Git my horse, Jack -Fish.”</p> -<p>The man obeyed, and after giving some orders to Dick -Garrett in a low tone, the renegade mounted and rode away -through the wood.</p> -<p>Two days passed, and they heard nothing of him. Upon -the afternoon of the third he came into camp accompanied -by a pale, intellectual-looking man in the dress of a clergyman, -who looked mildly about on the wild group in the -camp, evidently surprised to find himself in such a place. -He was at once conducted to one of the brush cabins which -had been built up by the men, while Black Will dismounted -and ordered that Melton and the other prisoners should be -removed into the woods a short distance from the camp, for -he knew the missionary too well to believe that he would -perform the ceremony if he had any doubt of the willingness -of the lady to do her part, and Black Will feared the prisoners -might let him know the true state of the case.</p> -<p>Five men accompanied the prisoners into the woods, with -orders to shoot them down at the first attempt to escape. -When this was done Black Will approached the brush cabin -in which Sadie spent the time, and called her out.</p> -<p>“I have returned,” he said, cheerfully. “You must excuse -<span class="pb" id="Page_91">91</span> -me for staying away from you so long, but I found it -difficult to find the missionary.”</p> -<p>“I only wish you had never found him or had received -your just deserts, sir,” was the somewhat unpromising reply.</p> -<p>“My deserts; I deserve better treatment at your hands, I -think.”</p> -<p>“Twelve feet of rope and a tree would suit you better,” -she replied. “Do not deceive yourself by the belief that I -shall ever change in my regard for you. The most slimy -reptile which crawls through the swamp would be to me a -more pleasant companion. I give my hand to you to save -my friends, but never my heart with it.”</p> -<p>He stood moodily before her, tapping his boot with the -riding-whip he carried.</p> -<p>“I have half a mind to refuse your hand upon these -terms,” he said, gloomily, without raising his eyes from the -earth upon which they were bent. “Your language is horrible -to one to whom you are about to join yourself for life, -and the day will surely come when you will repent it bitterly. -There, I will say no more now; but, in half an hour -I shall come for you and we will be married.”</p> -<p>“You need not fear but I will keep my word,” she said. -“Will you keep yours as well?”</p> -<p>“I never broke it yet to friend or foe,” was his answer, -“and I do not mean to commence now. When you have -given me your hand in marriage, these men shall have two -days’ grace, but if I catch them after that, woe be to them, -that is all.”</p> -<p>He turned upon his heel and left her to her own reflections, -which were not of the most pleasant type. At times -she doubted her firmness in the hour of trial, and whether -she would not give way in the presence of the missionary, -but the thought of his fearful threat against her lover and -friends nerved her, and she determined to bear up as bravely -as she could, and make the sacrifice for their safety. She -would have liked to see Melton once before the ceremony, -but feared that she was not strong enough to endure the -meeting. While she sat there with her face buried in her -hands, Black Will came for her.</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_92">92</div> -<p>“There is one favor I would ask you,” she said, “and it -is one you can easily grant. You know I love Charles Melton, -but all thoughts of him must pass in the moment when -I put my hand in yours. Under the circumstances he must -not see me again, and I could not bear to see him.”</p> -<p>“Agreed; you shall not see him, and if he dares to attempt -an interview when you are once my wife, it will be the -worse for him. I have removed him already, and they wait -in the woods until the ceremony is over, when they shall be -allowed to go where they will.”</p> -<p>“That will do, sir. Now I am ready, if you will not relent.”</p> -<p>He shook his head savagely, and taking her hand led -her out into the open space among the trees. The band -were standing carelessly about, looking on as the two took -their station before the missionary, who advanced book in -hand and stood before them.</p> -<p>He recited that portion of the ritual which was necessary before -he asked the question, “and if any know just cause or reason -why these should not be joined together in the bands of holy -wedlock, let them now speak or forever after hold their -peace,” when the crowd scattered before the rush of a strong -man, and the gigantic figure of the Forest Fiend sprung into -the circle and hurled Black Will ten paces backward by a -single thrust of his powerful arm, while he cried, fiercely:</p> -<p>“I forbid the banns!”</p> -<p>“Down with him,” roared Black Will, drawing his knife. -“At him, boys.”</p> -<p>“Back!” cried the strange being, “back, for your lives. -It is not right that innocence and youth should be forced -to wed with such a thing as this, and I forbid it. Back, I say.”</p> -<p>They recoiled before the stern figure, especially those -among them who had felt the nervous force of his strong -arm, while Black Will looked at the clergyman.</p> -<p>“Do not mind the ravings of a madman, sir,” he said; -“this man is insane and knows not what he does.”</p> -<p>“It is false, reverend sir,” replied the Forest Fiend. “I -am as sane a man as any here, and know whereof I speak. -Fall back, men; don’t press upon me. Ha, they will have -it, then. Melton’s Scout to the rescue!”</p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_93">93</div> -<p>As the tones of his sonorous voice rung out through the -deep forest, there came a charging cheer, and the buck-skin -shirts and coon-skin caps of Melton’s Scout showed through -the leafy cover, and with wild cries they poured upon the -foe.</p> -<p>Not a shot was fired, for Sadie, the missionary and the -Forest Fiend stood in the midst of the enemy, and the Scout -dared not fire. But as the enemy retreated, snatching up -their weapons as they went, at a signal from the Forest Fiend, -Sadie and the missionary fell upon their faces, and the Scout -poured in a single withering volley which strewed the ground -with dead and dying, and then charged upon the foe with -knife, hatchet and pistol.</p> -<p>The Forest Fiend caught up a rifle from the earth, and -using it as a club, headed the charge. Close behind him came -Charles Melton, Cooney Joe and Tom Bantry, striking out -manfully for the right, and felling an adversary at every blow. -But none could equal the strange being known as the Forest -Fiend. Taking the ponderous rifle in one hand, he made it -play about his head with lightning rapidity, and the renegades -went down before him like chaff before the wind.</p> -<p>Taken by surprise, it was no wonder that the retreat soon -became a rout, and they scattered to the four winds, closely -pursued by their determined assailants. One man, and that -man Dick Garrett, dared to bar the way of the Forest Fiend, -who paused with uplifted weapon and looked at him.</p> -<p>“At last, villain,” he cried, “your time has come!”</p> -<p>Vain was the interposition of the rifle of the renegade to -stay the blow. It descended upon his head, and Dick Garrett, -the friend and companion in villainy of Will Jackwood -lay dead at the avenger’s feet. At this moment a cry of -anger was heard, and turning, the strange man saw that Jackwood -was on horseback, headed for the bushes.</p> -<p>“Fire at him,” he cried. “Bring him down at all hazards.”</p> -<p>Half a dozen bullets sped, but Jackwood was already in -the thicket, and all pursuit was vain. Five minutes later the -fight was over, and few of Black Will’s band remained to -tell the tale of that terrible day.</p> -<p>The Forest Fiend turned back to the place where Sadie -<span class="pb" id="Page_94">94</span> -stood, encircled by the arm of Charles Melton, and she drew -closer to her lover as she marked his terrible aspect. Raising -his hand to his face, he tore off the hairy mask which covered -it, and revealed the face of—<i>Samuel Wescott</i>!</p> -<p>Her father, redeemed from a watery grave! In an instant -Sadie was in his arms, half-delirious with joy, and the tried -friends gathered about him, eager to shake his hand, while -Cooney Joe and Tom Bantry danced a comic hornpipe, uttering -yells which would have done credit to Sac warriors on -the war-trail.</p> -<p>When the first transport of the meeting was over, Samuel -Wescott turned to Tom Bantry and shook him warmly by the -hand.</p> -<p>“You did your best to save me, my friend,” he said; “but -I knew that both must perish if I clung to you. I went down, -as you know, and coming to the surface, in a death-struggle I -caught a floating log, which quickly bore me down the stream, -and I had not the strength to land until I had been carried -two miles down. Near this place I had a <i>cache</i>, in which, -among other articles, was this disguise, which I have sometimes -worn in my expeditions among the tribes, and I knew -that it might aid me in the work before me. Had I known -that it would frighten my daughter so much, I would have -shown my face when I attacked the men who guarded her, -while you were fighting in the swamp.”</p> -<p>“It’s enough to skeer the life out of any critter,” said -Cooney Joe. “I don’t wonder she run from you.”</p> -<p>“It has served its purpose. I followed you to this place, -Sadie, and having satisfied myself that those I loved were in -no immediate danger, I went back for the Scout, the position -of whose camp I knew. We came up softly, set Melton, Joe -and Tom at liberty, and then attacked these scoundrels. The -rest you know as well as I. There is only one thing for -which I am sorry, and that is, that this villain Jackwood has -escaped. But his fate will find him out.”</p> -<p>Half an hour later they were on their way to the river, -guarded by Melton’s Scout. The last week had been one of -trial, but they had come out of the flame triumphant, and the -power of Black Will Jackwood was broken forever. As they -reached the river-bank, and the men were bringing up the -<span class="pb" id="Page_95">95</span> -flat in which they were to cross, Minneoba suddenly appeared -from the forest, and fell upon Sadie’s neck, weeping for -joy.</p> -<p>“Minneoba can bear any thing now, the breaking of her -people, the loss of home, for her sister is safe. Good-by, and -do not forget the poor Indian girl who loves you.”</p> -<p>“Come with us,” said Samuel Wescott. “I will give you -a shelter in my house until the war is at an end.”</p> -<p>But Minneoba shook her head sadly.</p> -<p>“No,” she said. “The Indian girl must not leave her father, -who loves her. Go in peace.”</p> -<p>They parted from her sadly, and as the flat receded from -the shore, they saw her standing in a dejected attitude, leaning -on her bow. It was many a day before they saw her -again.</p> -<p class="tb">The battle was at its hight. Black-Hawk had risked all -upon a cast of the die, and had found it a losing game. Melton, -Cooney Joe and Tom Bantry were there, fighting gallantly, -and as the Indians began to break up, they charged a -resolute knot of warriors who stood their ground stubbornly, -dealing death on every side.</p> -<p>There was a moment of wild confusion, and Charles Melton -found himself face to face with a desperate man, in his -war-paint, who assailed him with demoniac fury. Just then -Melton’s horse fell, shot through the heart, and his adversary -sprung at him with a wild cry of joy, raising a hatchet above -his devoted head.</p> -<p>“Death to you, Melton,” he screamed. “I am Will Jackwood, -and you die by my hand. If I lost her, at least you -shall never possess her.”</p> -<p>Melton, pinned to the earth by his fallen horse, lifted his -hand to ward off the blow, but hampered as he was he could -offer but slight resistance, and the knife, his only defense, -was forced from his hand, and the hatchet gleamed above -him.</p> -<p>He had just time to catch the gleam of ferocious joy in the -eyes of his enemy, and had given up hope, when a rifle -cracked, and Jackwood, throwing up his arms, clutched at -the bloody cloth upon his breast, tried once more to lift his -<span class="pb" id="Page_96">96</span> -weapon, and then, with a snarl of demoniac malice, dropped -dead in his tracks, while Cooney Joe, with a rifle smoking in -his hand, ran to aid his fallen leader, who was quickly placed -upon his feet.</p> -<p>“Who is he?” cried Joe, angrily. “Ha! Black Will, by -the mortal. Rubbed out at last.”</p> -<p>This was his epitaph. He died as he had lived, boldly and -defiantly, and found a soldier’s grave.</p> -<p>The power of Black-Hawk was broken, and the old chief -a fugitive, soon to be a prisoner in the hands of the whites. -Then it was that Samuel Wescott kept his promise to Minneoba, -and gave her a shelter under his roof. The teachings -of Sadie soon changed the forest maiden so much, that she -loved a domestic life, and when Sadie was married, soon after -Black-Hawk’s visit to the east, Minneoba was there, and witnessed -the ceremony. When it was finished, Cooney Joe -stopped the clergyman:</p> -<p>“Stop a little, stranger,” he said, sheepishly. “Got another -little job for you, I have.”</p> -<p>And to the surprise of all, Minneoba took his hand, and -they were married.</p> -<p>Unknown to every one, Joe had obtained the consent of -the old chief, who knew that his daughter was better fitted -to live with the whites than with the tribes, and Minneoba -became the wife of Joe Bent. She never had cause to repent -it. Rough though he was, he was a true man, and worked -nobly for her sake, and strange as it may seem, became in -time, one of the richest farmers in that region.</p> -<p>Captain Melton also settled there, and the two families -were constantly together. And above the mantel, in Melton’s -study, hangs the costume of the Forest Fiend.</p> -<p>Tom Bantry was for years a successful boatman upon the -Mississippi, and at last a Captain. Samuel Wescott died at a -green old age, honored and beloved by all who knew him.</p> -<p class="tbcenter"><span class="smaller">THE END.</span></p> -<div class="pb" id="Page_98">98</div> -<h2 id="c14"><span class="small">DIME POCKET NOVELS.</span></h2> -<p class="center">PUBLISHED SEMI-MONTHLY, AT TEN CENTS EACH.</p> -<div class="verse"> -<p class="t0"><b>1</b>—<b>Hawkeye Harry.</b> By Oll Coomes.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>2</b>—<b>Dead Shot.</b> By Albert W. Aiken.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>3</b>—<b>The Boy Miners.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>4</b>—<b>Blue Dick.</b> By Capt. Mayne Reid.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>5</b>—<b>Nat Wolfe.</b> By Mrs. M. V. Victor.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>6</b>—<b>The White Tracker.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>7</b>—<b>The Outlaw’s Wife.</b> By Mrs. Ann S. Stephens.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>8</b>—<b>The Tall Trapper.</b> By Albert W. Aiken.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>9</b>—<b>Lightning Jo.</b> By Capt. Adams.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>10</b>—<b>The Island Pirate.</b> By Capt. Mayne Reid.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>11</b>—<b>The Boy Ranger.</b> By Oll Coomes.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>12</b>—<b>Bess, the Trapper.</b> By E. S. Ellis.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>13</b>—<b>The French Spy.</b> By W. J. Hamilton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>14</b>—<b>Long Shot.</b> By Capt. Comstock.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>15</b>—<b>The Gunmaker.</b> By James L. Bowen.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>16</b>—<b>Red Hand.</b> By A. G. Piper.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>17</b>—<b>Ben, the Trapper.</b> By Lewis W. Carson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>18</b>—<b>Wild Raven.</b> By Oll Coomes.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>19</b>—<b>The Specter Chief.</b> By Seelin Robins.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>20</b>—<b>The B’ar-Killer.</b> By Capt. Comstock.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>21</b>—<b>Wild Nat.</b> By Wm. R. Eyster.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>22</b>—<b>Indian Jo.</b> By Lewis W. Carson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>23</b>—<b>Old Kent, the Ranger.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>24</b>—<b>The One-Eyed Trapper.</b> By Capt. Comstock.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>25</b>—<b>Godbold, the Spy.</b> By N. C. Iron.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>26</b>—<b>The Black Ship.</b> By John S. Warner.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>27</b>—<b>Single Eye.</b> By Warren St. John.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>28</b>—<b>Indian Jim.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>29</b>—<b>The Scout.</b> By Warren St. John.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>30</b>—<b>Eagle Eye.</b> By W. J. Hamilton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>31</b>—<b>The Mystic Canoe.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>32</b>—<b>The Golden Harpoon.</b> By R. Starbuck.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>33</b>—<b>The Scalp King.</b> By Lieut. Ned Hunter.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>34</b>—<b>Old Lute.</b> By E. W. Archer.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>35</b>—<b>Rainbolt, Ranger.</b> By Oll Coomes.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>36</b>—<b>The Boy Pioneer.</b> By Edward S. Ellis.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>37</b>—<b>Carson, the Guide.</b> By J. H. Randolph.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>38</b>—<b>The Heart Eater.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>39</b>—<b>Wetzel, the Scout.</b> By Boynton Belknap.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>40</b>—<b>The Huge Hunter.</b> By Ed. S. Ellis.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>41</b>—<b>Wild Nat, the Trapper.</b> By Paul Prescott.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>42</b>—<b>Lynx-cap.</b> By Paul Bibbs.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>43</b>—<b>The White Outlaw.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>44</b>—<b>The Dog Trailer.</b> By Frederick Dewey.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>45</b>—<b>The Elk King.</b> By Capt. Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>46</b>—<b>Adrian, the Pilot.</b> By Col. P. Ingraham.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>47</b>—<b>The Man-Hunter.</b> By Maro O. Rolfe.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>48</b>—<b>The Phantom Tracker.</b> By F. Dewey.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>49</b>—<b>Moccasin Bill.</b> By Paul Bibbs.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>50</b>—<b>The Wolf Queen.</b> By Charles Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>51</b>—<b>Tom Hawk, the Trailer.</b></p> -<p class="t0"><b>52</b>—<b>The Mad Chief.</b> By Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>53</b>—<b>The Black Wolf.</b> By Edwin E. Ewing.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>54</b>—<b>Arkansas Jack.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>55</b>—<b>Blackbeard.</b> By Paul Bibbs.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>56</b>—<b>The River Rifles.</b> By Billex Muller.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>57</b>—<b>Hunter Ham.</b> By J. Edgar Iliff.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>58</b>—<b>Cloudwood.</b> By J. M. Merrill.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>59</b>—<b>The Texas Hawks.</b> By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>60</b>—<b>Merciless Mat.</b> By Capt. Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>61</b>—<b>Mad Anthony’s Scouts.</b> By E. Rodman.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>62</b>—<b>The Luckless Trapper.</b> By Wm. R. Eyster.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>63</b>—<b>The Florida Scout.</b> By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>64</b>—<b>The Island Trapper.</b> By Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>65</b>—<b>Wolf-Cap.</b> By Capt. Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>66</b>—<b>Rattling Dick.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>67</b>—<b>Sharp-Eye.</b> By Major Max Martine.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>68</b>—<b>Iron-Hand.</b> By Frederick Forest.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>69</b>—<b>The Yellow Hunter.</b> By Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>70</b>—<b>The Phantom Rider.</b> By Maro O. Rolfe.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>71</b>—<b>Delaware Tom.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>72</b>—<b>Silver Rifle.</b> By Capt. Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>73</b>—<b>The Skeleton Scout.</b> By Maj. L. W. Carson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>74</b>—<b>Little Rifle.</b> By Capt. “Bruin” Adams.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>75</b>—<b>The Wood Witch.</b> By Edwin Emerson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>76</b>—<b>Old Ruff, the Trapper.</b> By “Bruin” Adams.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>77</b>—<b>The Scarlet Shoulders.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>78</b>—<b>The Border Rifleman.</b> By L. W. Carson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>79</b>—<b>Outlaw Jack.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>80</b>—<b>Tiger-Tail, the Seminole.</b> By R. Ringwood.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>81</b>—<b>Death-Dealer.</b> By Arthur L. Meserve.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>82</b>—<b>Kenton, the Ranger.</b> By Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>83</b>—<b>The Specter Horseman.</b> By Frank Dewey.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>84</b>—<b>The Three Trappers.</b> By Seelin Robbins.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>85</b>—<b>Kaleolah.</b> By Capt. Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>86</b>—<b>The Hunter Hercules.</b> By Harry St. George.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>87</b>—<b>Phil Hunter.</b> By Capt. Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>88</b>—<b>The Indian Scout.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>89</b>—<b>The Girl Avenger.</b> By Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>90</b>—<b>The Red Hermitess.</b> By Paul Bibbs.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>91</b>—<b>Star-Face, the Slayer.</b></p> -<p class="t0"><b>92</b>—<b>The Antelope Boy.</b> By Geo. L. Aiken.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>93</b>—<b>The Phantom Hunter.</b> By E. Emerson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>94</b>—<b>Tom Pintle, the Pilot.</b> By M. Klapp.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>95</b>—<b>The Red Wizard.</b> By Ned Hunter.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>96</b>—<b>The Rival Trappers.</b> By L. W. Carson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>97</b>—<b>The Squaw Spy.</b> By Capt. Chas. Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>98</b>—<b>Dusky Dick.</b> By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>99</b>—<b>Colonel Crockett.</b> By Chas. E. Lasalle.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>100</b>—<b>Old Bear Paw.</b> By Major Max Martine.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>101</b>—<b>Redlaw.</b> By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>102</b>—<b>Wild Rube.</b> By W. J. Hamilton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>103</b>—<b>The Indian Hunters.</b> By J. L. Bowen.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>104</b>—<b>Scarred Eagle.</b> By Andrew Dearborn.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>105</b>—<b>Nick Doyle.</b> By P. Hamilton Myers.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>106</b>—<b>The Indian Spy.</b> By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>107</b>—<b>Job Dean.</b> By Ingoldsby North.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>108</b>—<b>The Wood King.</b> By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>109</b>—<b>The Scalped Hunter.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>110</b>—<b>Nick, the Scout.</b> By W. J. Hamilton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>111</b>—<b>The Texas Tiger.</b> By Edward Willett.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>112</b>—<b>The Crossed Knives.</b> By Hamilton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>113</b>—<b>Tiger-Heart, the Tracker.</b> By Howard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>114</b>—<b>The Masked Avenger.</b> By Ingraham.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>115</b>—<b>The Pearl Pirates.</b> By Starbuck.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>116</b>—<b>Black Panther.</b> By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>117</b>—<b>Abdiel, the Avenger.</b> By Ed. Willett.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>118</b>—<b>Cato, the Creeper.</b> By Fred. Dewey.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>119</b>—<b>Two-Handed Mat.</b> By Jos. E. Badger.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>120</b>—<b>Mad Trail Hunter.</b> By Harry Hazard.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>121</b>—<b>Black Nick.</b> By Frederick Whittaker.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>122</b>—<b>Kit Bird.</b> By W. J. Hamilton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>123</b>—<b>The Specter Riders.</b> By Geo. Gleason.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>124</b>—<b>Giant Pete.</b> By W. J. Hamilton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>125</b>—<b>The Girl Captain.</b> By Jos. E. Badger.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>126</b>—<b>Yankee Eph.</b> By J. R. Worcester.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>127</b>—<b>Silverspur.</b> By Edward Willett.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>128</b>—<b>Squatter Dick.</b> By Jos. E. Badger.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>129</b>—<b>The Child Spy.</b> By George Gleason.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>130</b>—<b>Mink Coat.</b> By Jos. E. Badger.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>131</b>—<b>Red Plume.</b> By J. Stanley Henderson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>132</b>—<b>Clyde, the Trailer.</b> By Maro O. Rolfe.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>133</b>—<b>The Lost Cache.</b> By J. Stanley Henderson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>134</b>—<b>The Cannibal Chief.</b> By Paul J. Prescott.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>135</b>—<b>Karaibo.</b> By J. Stanley Henderson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>136</b>—<b>Scarlet Moccasin.</b> By Paul Bibbs.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>137</b>—<b>Kidnapped.</b> By J. Stanley Henderson.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>138</b>—<b>Maid of the Mountain.</b> By Hamilton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>139</b>—<b>The Scioto Scouts.</b> By Ed. Willett.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>140</b>—<b>The Border Renegade.</b> By Badger.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>141</b>—<b>The Mute Chief.</b> By C. D. Clark.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>142</b>—<b>Boone, the Hunter.</b> By Whittaker.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>143</b>—<b>Mountain Kate.</b> By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>144</b>—<b>The Red Scalper.</b> By W. J. Hamilton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>145</b>—<b>The Lone Chief.</b> By Jos. E. Badger, Jr.</p> -<p class="t0"><b>146</b>—<b>The Silver Bugle.</b> By Lieut. Col. Hazleton.</p> -<p class="t0"><b class="large">147</b>—<b>Chinga, the Cheyenne.</b> By Edward S. Ellis. Ready</p> -<p class="t0"><b class="large">148</b>—<b>The Tangled Trail.</b> By Major Max Martine. Ready</p> -<p class="t0"><b class="large">149</b>—<b>The Unseen Hand.</b> By J. Stanley Henderson. 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