Bixby Bulletin (Bixby, Okla.), Vol. 10, No. 25, Ed. 1 Friday, August 7, 1914 Page: 2 of 8
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BIXBY, OKL
BULLETIN
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gr RANDALL PARRISH
ILLUSTRATED 6y D. J. LAVIN
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CHAPTER XVIII—Continued.
"A soldier of England; an aide to
/Hamilton! You He. When Hamilton
knows what I know he will tear you
limb from limb. You come here to
frighten us with your threats—you! I
•pit upon you! Sle-e-te-wah, warriors,
/hear me, you know who 1 am; 1 travel
'with you on the war-trail; 1 go with
(you Into battle. Now 1 speak with
ithe straight tonguo. You do not know
this man. but I do. See; he dare not
It ace mo; watch him shrink back
iafr&ld. Well! there Is reason.”
“I fear you, Jules Lappln?”
"Ay! and with cause. Knew you
lover the time I failed to pay my debts?
lor wreak my vengeance? I have you
[now. and will crush the white-livered
/heart out of you with these hands.
[Listen. Shawnees, Mlamls, Ojlbwae,
while I tell you who this fellow Is.
IThen give him to me—I ask no more.”
‘ He stopped, bent forward, his fin-
ders clinched. The ring of Indians
pressed closer, but the old chief waved
them back, standing motionless.
"Speak, Englishman,” be said with
dignity, "we will hear.”
Lappln half turned to face them, one
hand gripping the knife at his belt.
jL4ke a white ghost mademoiselle
toltpped silently In between the two
«nen. I saw it all over the brown bar-
rel of my rifle, my heart throbbing
fiercely.
"He Is a renegade, a traitor,” and
[Lappin's hand pointed at the man
!he accused, "the uniform he wears a
tie. How do I know? Because he
fought me yonder In the woods on the
teland, because he was In the cabin
>with the others. This is the man who
Twas left for dead, who escaped. Do
you recognise him now?”
I saw the red faces, and heard the
•cream of voices.
"Ay! you do; and the woman, the
[Wyandot squaw, helped him. 1 said
too before; now we have the proof.
iYou drove her out, afraid to treat her
•a an enemy, and she goes to him,
thinking hlB uniform will frighten you
Into sparing the hunter from torture.
£ke brings him here to threaten you
with what England will do. What say
you, Shawnees, to the dog!”
The voices burst into a wild yell that
•eemed to split the night, but the fur
trader flung up his hand.
“Back all of yer!” he roared sav-
agely "I claim this man as mine!
Who has better right? Ill throttle
the life out of him with my bare hands
big men, evenly matched, flred with
hatred. Never did I witness such
lighting, such mad barbarism, the fe-
rocity of which stopped at nothing.
The soldier I knew was unarmed, but
a knife dangled at Lappln's belt. Ei-
ther he forgot It, or In hla rage dis-
dained to uee the steel. Oh! how they
fought—like two cats, snarling and
snapping, throttling each other, ac-
casionally an arm breaking free to
send a clinched fist crashing into an
i exposed face. Once the soldier went
down to his knees, and Lappln kicked
him, only to be gripped himself and
flung headlong. But they were up to-
gether, bleeding both, panting for
breath, clothes half ripped off their
bodies, cursing fiercely, as they rushed
at each other once more.
Merciful Mother! What a sight that
was! 1, a soldier, and border-bred, hid
my face in my arms—and yet I looked
and saw. The very ferocity of It wae
a fascinating horror—the black, black
night above, around; the forests
shutting them in; the howling dogs
snapping at their heels; the red glare
of fire, and that ring of yelping sav-
ages, dancing back and forth to give
the combatants room. Bene had dis-
appeared—forced back Into the half
crazed mass, as the savages surged
forward; of Brady I caught no glimpse.
That was no scene to ever forget, to
blot out with passing years. The wild
savagery of It burned in on the brain;
those dark faces, with wild eyes and
dangling hair; the waving arms, and
leaping bodies, the gleam of weapons
tossed aloft, the Jangle and din of ex-
cited voices In Jargon of unknown
tongues. How the red flames danced
over tliem all. now in shadow, now in
glare of light, making them appear
fiends incarnate. And those two bat-
tling in the midst, huge men In death
grapple, fighting as tigers fight—re-
morseless, merciless; tearing each
other's flesh, battering each other’s
faces, gripping, clutching, straining
in effort at mastery. Again and again
they crunched into the crowd, reeling
from blows, or hurled back by sheer
strength of muscle; they sobbed forth
curses, staggering with weakness. I
saw Lappin drive his head into his op-
ponent's stomach as though It were
a battering-ram; 1 saw the soldier sink
his teeth into the fur-trader’s hand, as
if he were a mad dog. ’Twas then the
brute reached down and fumbled for
his knife—found it, and, with one
hoarse cry of triumph, sent the bright
before yer all. Have your warriors blade home. Twice he struck, and
give us space, Sie-e-te-wah." [ they went staggering down together.
The chief of the Shawnees. his eyes locked in each other's arms, the sol-
blazing under tangled hair, uplifted ; dier dead ere he struck the ground.
fens arms
’Tis the white man's right." be
ordered grimly. “I have spoken "
I drew in my breath deeply, yet what
©ould I do? The rifle trembled in my
p:ra*p. but I dare not use !t. The un-
fortunate '£nglishroah stood'’ lb nSy
place, was mistaken for me, but If 1
revealed myeeif it could serve no end
—would only leave me helpless to aid
the girl. 1 could not think of him at
that moment, but only of her.
It was all the work of on instant.
Lappln whirled on his victim, flinging
his gun to the ground.
"Face me, you cur, you spy!" he
•houted. "Come out from behind that
•quaw. You got me once when my
foot slipped. Let's see what you can
do now. What! you won't! Well, you
Nvill!”
He thrust Rene back, hurling her
with one sweep of Ills arm into the
crowding ranks of warriors, one of
whom clutched her as she fell. Then
lie struck the shrinking, startled Eng-
lishman a vicious blow lu the faco.
CHAPTER XIX.
* In the Hands of Savages.
1 saw the red welt ou the white
Cheek ieft by the fur trader's rough
hand, his arms flung up, a sudden
passing of anger darkening his eyes.
This was more than flesh and blood
could stand, and not retaliate. Wild
rage usurped the place of courage;
his lips snarled like a cornered wolf;
he had forgotten all but hate. It was
■tot a man, but a maddened animal
■who crouched for a spring.
"Fight you! I will! Yes. to the
death," he snapped out hotly. "But
grou lie when you say I fought you
before; when you say 1 was In the
cabin—you lie, you dog of a white
•avage—you lie!”
"Messieurs, it is a mistake," I caught
the girl's protesting voice in the hush.
**It was not—”
"A lie, hey!” Lappin broke in crated
with rage. "What am I—blind! 1
■aw you, you hound, with my own
«y»a. Shut the squ&w up. Oh! you
Ntolll; then have it now!”
They met like two enraged bucks
la tbs forest, clutching at each other
t* blind, deadly battle. They were
It wae bedlam then, followed by a
breathless hush as Sls-e-te-wah pressed
forward with uplifted arms. Two war-
riors lifted Lappin to his feet, and,
as his gripping hand plucked out the
knife from the wound, I saw the gush
o[ biuou crimsoning -Sne ds-s.-l mi*n s
side. An instant the victor stood
glaring down, reeling in weakness, up-
held by others. Then he laughed, wav-
ing the dripping blade.
"Ah! good!" he cried "There is one
more recruit for hell. Bring me the
girl here. ‘Tis time she had her les-
son also."
They brought her forward, a red
brave grasping either arm. 1 caught
sight of her face, white, drawn, but not
with fear, and sighted my rifle across
the log at the white ruffian’s breast.
With clinched lips I lay, finger to
trigger. Yet 1 waited—thank God, I
waited. I know not what restrained
me. only It was no fear of conse-
quences to myself. It must have been
the expression of the woman's up-
lifted face, the quick glance she cast
about, as though In silent warning to
me. 1 took It as a signal, a message
of restraint. The fur trader, burly and
brutal, still panting for breath, yet
able to stand alone now, and conscious
of his victory, thrust his reeking knife
back into his belt with a coarse laugh.
"How do you like that, you Wyandot
squaw?” he asked, leering down into
her face.
"When you have these men release
my arms I will answer you,” she re-
turned quietly.
"Oh, you will, hey! You’ll be glad
enough to talk before 1 am through.
Let go of her there—yes; that's what
1 moan. Now look here—there lies
your English officer. He’s paid the
price of being a fool. Look at him;
are you ready to speak now?”
”He was nothing to me," she said
slowly, "nothing. But he fought a
man's fight, and was killed by cow
ardly treachery.”
"What! You squaw, you dare—"
"Of course 1 dare. Do you suppose
1 fear you, Jules Lappln. or your garfg
of outlaws” he voice scornful. "Why.
I challenge you to lay hand on me
You know who I am; you have eaten
in the tepee of my father. I know
w ho you are, and I despise you. You
cal! me a Wyandot squaw; threaten
what you will -do; point me ‘.to this
dead man whom you have murdered.
Why? To frighten me—me? Very
well, I'll answer you. I am a Wyan-
dot; I am Running Water; but In my
veins flows also the best blood of
France. Mine Is not a race of cow-
ards and murderers, thieves and trad-
ers; my ancestors were soldiers and
men. And you think I am afraid of
you—you cur of the woods; afraid of
you! Touch me. Jules Lappin, If you
dare; I challenge you. Come, I wait
for you to lay hand on me.”
He stared at her sullenly, angry
enough, yet with the bullying look
gone from hla mottled face. Something
about the girl—her sharp words, her
coal defiance—had left him uncertain.
"More than that, J< <?s Lappin," she
went on passlonatt , “you are going
to pay for all this and she pointed
down at the dead b ly, "pay for it, do
you understand! That man wae what
he claimed to be—an aide to Hamilton.
England pays her debts. Monsieur
Lappin. Ay, and so do the Wyandots;
have you forgotten that so soon?
Have you forgotten what befell the
Frenchman, Phillips Bridau? Have
you blotted from memory already the
fate of Michael Cozad? You were in
our village when the chiefs of the Wy-
andots dealt out justice to these rene-
gades. , Answer me!”
The cool boldness of her words
stunned the fellow. I could see him
glance about into the dark woods, and
then at the faces of the savages press-
ing about them. Few among them un-
derstood what was said, and their ges-
tures, the fierce expression of their
eyes, gave the renegade courage. He
had already gone too far for retreat;
his only chance now was to proceed—
to browbeat this girl, frighten her, and
trust to the wilderness for a hiding
place.
' Stand aside, all of yer; get back
and give us room, yer red scum!” he
roared, hla rage increasing as he gave
It vent In words. "Well, I’ve heard
yer talk, all of it, you breed, an’ that’s
what I care for your threats,” and he
snapped his fingers In her face. As
she Btood silent, motionless, looking
straight at him with scorn unutterable
in her eyes, the brute clinched his red
fist, stepping forward as If he would
strike.
“Curse yer! I’m a mind to let yer
have some of the same medicine I gave
him. You’ll laugh at Jules Lappln,
will yer? Oh, ho! but I know a better
way than that to make yer cry. By
all the gods, we’ll roast that Yankee
friend of yours to a turn, and you’ll
stand by and watch. That’ll fetch the
two of yer to yer senses. Here
Shawnees, two of yer come here. Pick
up this carrion, and throw It out of
the way, over there In the edge of the
wood. We’ll want this place presently.
Sis-e-te-wah?”
“The chief is here,” with dignity.
" 'Twas your vote that the hunter
die by torture?”
"It was so spoken."
“Then he shall—to spite this squaw
of a Wyandot, If for no better reason.
Bid your warriors tie the dog up.”
For the moment, in the confusion,
the noise and rushing back and forth
of figures dimly seen In the red light,
I lost Bense of what was being done.
There was a babel of yells, a wild
mingling of half-naked forms dancing
about through the shadows. Those
whose identity I could comprehend
hnd^heen sj al^w^d up by thq^rush
of bodies. Occasionally Lappln’s voice
sounded above the din, as he cursed
out some order. Then, forth from the
surging, excited mass of savages, two
braves came directly toward where I
lay concealed, staggering under the
weight of Hayward's dead body. I
drew back my rifle, sinking lower be-
hind the rotten log. The weight of the
dead man caused them to shuffle for-
ward, grunting to each other, glad
euough to be rid of the burden. In
the first dark shadow they let go,
flinging him down against the very log
behind which I lay, holding my breath
In fear.
Even as I gazed with eyes of horror,
my mind a chaos, every nerve throb-
bing in physical pain, there came to
me the one hope, the one chance for
me to meet alone the situation.
CHAPTER XX.
The Ghost of the Lieutenant.
With eyes on those figures blotting
out the fire, their discordant yelling
deadening all other sound, their whole
attention centered now on savage ven-
geance, crept over the log, and
crouched low beside the motionless
body. Ugh! but 1 dreaded to touch it,
to feel the awfulness of clammy flesh.
As the upturned face, with staring
dead eyes, revealed indistinctly by the
red glimmer, met my gaze, It was like
looking into my own. For an Instant
it seemed as If I stared down at my-
self, bent above my own insensate
body. A shudder ran through me, my
hands shaking as with palsy. Yet I
rallied, crushing back the benumbing
horror of that vision, as the hateful
voice of Lappin rose above the din.
Recklessly 1 strtpped the red jacket
from the body, ripped in the Btruggle
wtth Lappin, and showing clearly the
rent made by the knife, and crawled
back over the log. to put It on.
Beyond my cover, not a dozen feet
away, was a shallow ravine, and the
light streaming through tree branches.
fell upon a clay bank, gleaming a yel-
lowish white. I reached It on hands
and knees, streaking my faco with
moist clay, until It must have been
ghastly, and plastering even more on
my hair in horrible representation of
the scalped victim.
Still unsatisfied, yet ’mowing of
nothing else I could add, and warned
by the shouts that I must act without
delay, I stole forward to the edge of
the wood, pausing there a moment to
muster my courage, and take one last
glance at the scene revealed by the
firelight. All the center of the open-
ing seemed alive with Indians crowd-
ing forward about .the prisoner, who
stood bpund to a stump, facing ms.
Other savages were running swiftly
back and forth bearing armsful of
dried wood, which were cast down at
Brady’s feet, the mass already rising
above his knees. Excitement waB evi-
denced in shouts, and wild cries. In
frenzied leaping, dancing, and mad
gesticulation. The Shawnee chief
stood silent, with folded arms, but
burning eyes, while Lappln grasped
mademoiselle’s shoulder, holding her
to place In the front rank of those red
demons, his voice shouting forth or-
ders, or taunting the motionless hunt-
er, who made no reply. Rene was upon
her knees, her face hidden, but, 1
could see the white gleam of the cru-
cifix as she held It forth In the glow
of light Brady’s face was not toward
me, nor revealed clearly by the fire,
yet he held his head erect, his eyes
roving over the deviliBh faces. The
wounded jaw was bound about with
etrip of bloody rag. Without speak-
ing, It yet seemed to me he mocked
them. Once he twisted in his bonds,
and gazed at her as If he would utter
some word, but changed his mind, and,
for the first time, a look of pain swept
into his face. Lappln saw the effort,
called out some foul insult, and a war-
rior sprang forward, striking the de-
fenseless man across the lips, and
driving his head back against the
stump.
The vicious act drove me mad. and
stepped forth into the open, flinging
my gun down In the underbrush. No
eye in all that swarm was turned my
way. In silence I moved forward un-
til I was within a few yards of the
struggling mass. Then I stopped, full
In the red glare of fire, my arms up-
lifted, and gave utterance to a deep,
sepulchral groan. God alone knows
how awful was the apparition. To
them. In startled horror, I was the
dead man, standing there with ghastly
face, and arms outstretched, my ap-
pearance rendered more terrible by
the fitful gleam of fire, revealing fea-
tures and form, glowing on torn red
Jacket*- and head slashed by scalping
knife, behind me the night and the
black woods. .No doubt It was a eight
to bring fear to any heart, but to those
murderers, their minds polBoned by su-
perstition, It brought panic—a terror
tcJo terrible to resist. They knew me
in the instant; 1 was the spirit of the
dead; I had come back for vengeance;
with clammy hands I was clutching for
them; with sightlps6 eyes I was seek-
ing them out. There was one yell,
breathing forth the terror of their
eouls; I saw eyes, wild with horror,
staring at me; I saw men run and
fall, scramble to their feet, and run
again; I saw leaping bodies fight like
fiends In an effort to get free. Sls-e-
te-wah, struck by the rush, shrieked
like a woman, stared toward me from
where he lay on the ground, found his
<ieev al:u rt»u.- of
Rene’s face uplifted, the cross still
before her efeB; of Lappin, hurled
over by the rush, trampled into the
earth by flying feet, finally regain his
knees, his face white as death, as
he stared back toward me with pro-
truding eyes.
Again 1 groaned, the unearthly
sound rising even above the din, seem-
ingly echoed by the great forest and
flung back to earth again by the black
curtain overhead. Ay! It was an eery
sound! It even made my own flesh
creep. Crazed by the terror of it.
panic-stricken by the fears of others,
the fur trader leaped to his feet, flung
forward his rifle and fired. The ball
sang past my ear. and I walked
straight toward him, my ghastly face
exposed to the fire, my hands reach-
ing out in blind clutching. With one
yell, piercing, the yelp of a frightened
wolf, he turned and dashed for the
woods, staring back over his shoulder
even as he crashed headlong Into the
underbrush. For fear they might
pause when once under cover—the
first spasm of terror gone—I ran for-
ward to the forest edge, giving utter-
ance to another groan to spur them on.
But this was not needed—terror, awful
terror had Btruck into their very souls.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
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Our best friends are liable to be-
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Its Class.
American Eagle—What do
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British Lion—It’s a scream!
you
Envied Him.
"My wife Is a mind reader.”
“Lucky dog. My wife Is a mind
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Bix—They say a flea can Jump over
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T'ancy if a human could do that!
Dlx—He can. I know a man who
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