The Rusk Cherokeean (Rusk, Tex.), Vol. 105, No. 22, Ed. 1 Thursday, November 27, 1952 Page: 13 of 16
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NOVEMBER 27, 1952
The Rusk Cherokeean, Rusk, Texan
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CHAPTER XIX
She gazed wide-eyed at the pair of j
nearly new moccasins and the j
sawed off trade musket which he j
had laid on the ground beside her.
He saw the glance and handed her
a packet of paper cartridges.
"Know how to shoot?" he asked
briefly.
"I've seen it done."
He explained carefully and after
they had eaten a bit of corncake he
made her gfi. through the motions of
loading, priming, aiming and firing.
Then he stretched full length be-
side her and closed his eyes. "I
hope you won't need the gun," he
mumbled sleepily, "but I'll feel
tetter about leaving you if I know
you're armed."
With that he was asleep, leaving
her to wonder what he meant by
the last remark.
Raindrops pelting in his face
awakened him, the inky blackness
around him so thick that it seemed
almost smothering. Ann's voice
came from somewhere near at hand
as he stirred. "Move over here,"
she suggested. "This overhang pre-
vides a bit of shelter—enough for
two if we lie close."
He made certain that rifle and
powder were dry, then moved over
to her, the warmth of her body dis-
pelling the chill which had come
upon him as he slept. "I wonder
what time it is?" he said sleepily.
"Near morning, I reckon," she
replied. "The moon was shining
just before it started to rain and I
figured it was two o'clock then. It's
getting colder."
Ann Saves Will's Life
At Cost of Discovery
"Uh-huh."
"Shouldn't we be moving?"
"Not tonight. We're in fighting
country now so we'll change our
tactics. Last fall I noticed that most
of the scouting on both sides was
done in the morning From now on
we'll travel in late afternoon and
early evening." #
"Then we'll rest here all day?"
"Sure. It'll give your foot a chance
to heal. Tonight we move on to an-
other place I've spotted. Tomorrow
I'll scout ahead and spot a new one
for the next trip. It'll be slow but
it'll be safer . . . and we've got to
get some rest."
She snuggled against him con-
tentedly. "Suits me," she said sim-
ply.
It took four weary days to cover
twenty miles. Will's carefully
planned stages being about all the
lame foot would stand. The new
moccasins, large as they were,
offered little help as the injury had
been aggravated too much. Each
day Will scouted ahead, never re-
porting any part of his exploits when
he returned. "All clear," was all
he would say when she asked but
each time he came back with food
and twice he brought garments
which were some improvement over
the tattered rags she had been wear-
ing.
On the fourth night they went into
hiding along a little stream Will be-
lieved to be a branch of the St.
Mary's. "We must be pretty close
to Fort Recovery," he said casual-
ly. "Forest was full of Indians today
and they were acting mighty cau-
tious. We'll have to watch tomorrow
that we don't get shot by one of our
own patrols."
Trouble started at daybreak when
they narrowly escaped discovery by
a Miami scout party which came up
the creek. They waited anxiously
for a long time after the warriors
passed and then Will rose stealthi-
ly. "Time I was moving," he said
in the same flat tones he had used
to mention his recent daylight trips.
She grasped his hand and pulled
him down beside her. "Don't go out
today," she whispered. "We'll start
tonight and keep going. I'll manage
somehow."
He looked squarely into the trou-
bled blue eyes, a half smile on his
lips. "Don't worry about me; I just
want to g<ft an idea as to the posi-
tion of the fort. We don't want to
miss it in the dark."
"Don't go," she repeated. "We'll
find it. The risk is too great for you
to go out today."
Her arms went around his neck
and for some minutes she clung to
him fiercely. Will grunted in some
embarrassment, trying to find
words to reassve her and not let
fcimself get emotional. Gently
breaking her clasp he held her at
arm's length and fell back on hu-
mor. "Don't choke me! I'll be bet-
ter off with Indians than with a
strangler."
Her eyes filled with tears. "Go
ahead then. I know you're anxious
to get us in so you can go on and
hunt Mary."
There was both petulance and
resignation in her tone. Will de-
cided to be blunt. "Naturally. I
have lived for that one thing. May-
be she is no longer alive but I in-
tend to find her if she is!"
"I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't
mean to talk like that but I guess
the strain is getting me. Do as you
want."
He seized his rifle hastily and
slipped away, working out toward
the creek. No danger Seemed near
and he struck out boldly through the
shallows. Just as he reached the
farther shore he turned to wave a
quick farewell to the girl but as he
raised his arm there was the crack
of a rifle and he went sprawling
Into the bushes.
After her first gasp of horror
Ann's reaction war, calm and ef-
ficient. Seizing the musket Will had
brought her she looked to its readi-
ness and began searching the brush
where a little cloud of gray-blic
floated up. Her thumb drew the
hammer back steadily and present
ly she made out thd painted form
which crept along the c/eek. She
lined her sights on the Indian as
Will had taught her. following him
over the gun barrel until he halte;
not fifty feet distant. Then she
squeezed the trigger.
The recoil knocked her over
backward but she was aware of
two contrasting shouts from across
the brook. One was the death
screech of the Miami, the other a
hail of surprise. Through the eddy-
ing smoke she saw Morgan scram-
ble to his feet and rur, to where the
Indian had fallen.
"Come on," he cailed to her.
"Can't lie low now. That shot will
have 'em down on us!"
She was across the stream almost
as soon as he reached the dead
warrior, her thoughts whirling as
she stared down at the Indian she
had killed. It made her a little sick
to think of it but there were no
Matters were getting desperate.
The tribesmen would have ample
time to surround them and after
that it would be impossible to keep
watch on all sides. Morgan waited
tensely, his eyes searching every
bit of cover. Suddenly he saw a
gliding figure slip behind a big oak.
As the Indian peered out stealthily
Will dropped him with a bullet
through the head. Then firing
seemed to break out all around.
Lead crashed through the branch-
es above and beside him, one ball
tearing at the jerkin where blood
still flowed from the previou?
wound. He traded rifles again, de-
termined to fight it out to the last,
but as he killed a running Indian
he realized that the fellow had
been in full flight and that the shoot;
ii\g was not coming entirely from
the savages.
He slumped then, the world grow-
ing very dim and shimmery. In-
distinctly he heard a voice yell,
"Hunt 'em down, fellers! I'll help
these folks."
As the firing diminished in the
distance he looked up through a
queer haze to see the familiar face
of Bullhead Kirby. The grj.-.ning
riverman swore delightedly. "Will!
I mighta knowed it'd be you! Nice
scrap!"
Ann rose from the thicket behind
Kirby and brushed him aside with-
out ceremony. "Don't stand there
talking!" she snapped. "Can't you
see he's hurt?"
Kirby's jaw dropped. "Hell's
fire!" he ejaculated, staring frankly
at her. "If that Morgan ain't the
beatin'est feller! Plays Injun all
winter and comes back with a purty
gal! Where did ye git her, Will?"
Ann had ripped open the jerkin to
inspect the wound. "Shut up and
take a look at this hole!" she told
Kirby. "Tell me if it's as bad as it
looks."
Kirby's grin faded a little as he
obeyed. "And ye still pick out the
hellcat variety, too!" he mumbled
to Morgan.
Morgan Makes Report
To General Wayne
He examined the wound carefully
and smiled again. "Jest a scratch,"
he reported. "Ye've been losing a
lot o' blood but that's all. We'll tote
ye into the fort as soon as the boys
git back and ye'll be good as new in
a few days."
Will looked up as several other
scouts came into view. "You'll have
to help Ann too," he said. "She's
done about eighty miles on a foot
that ought to be tied up like the
general's gout!"
Kirby studied her appreciatively.
'That won't be no trouble. We'll
have to draw straws to see who gits
the fun o' carryin' her. If I was
jest thirty year younger I'd lick
the man what tried to steal the
chore from me."
He patched Will's ribs with rough
proficiency, the other scouts coming
to see Morgan and remaining to
stare at Ann. She ignored them all,
refusing to move until she was cer-
tain that Will was able to travel.
Then she spoke with decision. Point
ing to a couple of the larger men
she said. "You and you—help him.
I'm going with this old coot that's
thirty years too old. He's safer."
She put an arm around the neck
of the startled Kirby.
"When I was a young buck," he
said with a sly grin, "I hated bossy
females. Generally I spanked 'em
if they was too obstreperous
and I'm feelin' younger all the
time."
Ann's laugh was something ver;
like the sound Will remembered e
old. As Kirby put his arm about
her waist he aimed a wink at Mor-
gan. "Will, is this the one ye was
trying' to find last winter when we
was in the territory—or do ye jest
have a genius t'.>r wimmin?"
The Titanic, when sunk on April
14, 1912, was on her maiden voy-
age from England to America.
Galileo invented the thermome-
ter.
Scent is the best-developed
sense in most animals.
George Washington
middle name.
had no
The Great Wall of China was
built in the third century B.C.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I
didn't mean to talk like that
but I guess the strain is get-
ling me. Do as you want."
real regrets. She even kept her head
enough to start reloading the mus-
ket but Will stopped her with a
quick word.
Freedom Road Is Sighted
By Weary Travelers
"Throw it away," he ordered.
"This devil had a Kaintuck. It's in
good order and a girl who shoots as
well as you do deserves a better
gun than a trade musket. Watch
while I reload; it's about like the
other one only you have to measure
your powder and ram the bullet
home with a greased patch."
She nodded, taking the loaded
weapon from his hands. "I can do
it." Then as they started away
toward the south she added in a
hushed voice, "I thought you were
dead."
He kept the bloody side of his
jerkin away from her. "Just playin'
possum with a scratched rib," he
told her. "You beat me to him—but
thanks just the same."
He stopped suddenly, remember-1
ing her lame foot. "You set the j
pace," he ordered briskly. "Keep!
due south. The farther we get be- i
fore we have to stand and fight, j
the more chance we'll have of get- •
ting help."
Using the long rifle as a staff Ann \
scrambled along through the brush
at a fair pace. The days of I'est had
helped some :.nd she felt that she
could keep going for a long time. 5 .. „ ... . ,
. ... ... ,/* 1 Morgan dm not reply. There was
Anything would be better than the! , ' , , , ■ , .
" 1 not much to be said in view of the
1 startled expression which had come
dreadful waiting.
They soon struck a narrow trail ]
and the traveling became easier;
although Morgan knew it meant j
an added risl;. More than a mile |
was covered without trouble but j
then Ann began to limp painfully.!
Will was doing little better, the;
drain of his wound making itself
felt. Still he was beginning to hope.
Little landmarks here and there
seemed vaguely familiar; spots he j
recalled from his autumn patrols
around Fort Recovery.
He turned his head to mention the
: fact and was just in time to see Ann
stumble and fall. He wheeled to
pick her up but out of the tail of
1 his eye he caught a glimmer of
movement on the back trail. "Stay
; down!" he cautioned in a whisper.
"Look to your priming!"
He screened himself behind a
tree just in time to see a file of
Indians loping around a bend in the
trail, all of them tense and ready
for action. Will steadied himself
with an effort and drew a bead on
the leader.
The Miami pitched headlong as
the rifle cracked. Will stooping in-
stantly to exchange weapons with
Ann. "Reload this one!" he
snapped, already searching for his
next target. This time he had no
open shot but the weapon carried
true and disposed of another enemy.
"That'll hold 'em a minute." he
grunted. "Two quick shots like that
ought to worry 'em."
Stooping low he half dragged the
girl to her feet, leaving her to j
scramble on ahead while ho reload-
ed. "They'll try to head us," he
warned in a hoarse whisper. "Do !
a couple hundred yards if you can
and we'll take another stand."
A bullet Clipped branches above
them, warning that they had been
seen. "Next clump of laurel on the
left," Will ordered. "Get in there
and lie down." |
across the girl's face.
Nearly three weeks passed before
Will was able to report to General
Wayne at the new camp, now cailed
Greenville. His wound proved
troublesome and he remained idle
while his information was sent on
to headquarters. One of the tiny
cabins within the stockade was
turned over to him — and Ann
promptly moved in. After two or
three days she was getting around
quite well but putting a great show
of lameness whenever any of the
officers came by. At first Will did
not care, being too sick to be in-
terested, but as his strength re-
turned he became embarrassed by
her attentions.
, He did not want to hurt her, yet
knew that the situation must be
broken up before it became too com-
plicated. Already the men were
making jokes about the way her
foot seemed to heal in a curiously
exact timing with his own recovery.
Finally he was ready to make the
trip to Greenville—and Ann was
ready to go with him.
Wayne greeted him cordially. "I
have your report," he said quietly—
"but I want to hear the whole yarn.
I'd like to know how you managed
it."
Will told the story simply, stress-
ing the fact that the Indian army
would probably be much larger
than the one which had routed St,
Clair.
"I expected it," Wayne said. "But
I believe our preparations and our
hold on Fort Recovery will offset
that fact."
Will smiled. "Fort Recovery wor-
ries 'em. They'll try to take it be-
fore long—but they won't be too con-
fident. I've been throwing hints
about it all winter."
"What's their chief weakness?"
(*« li CONTINUED)
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