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 +<h1 class="pg-brk"><span class="fs70">THE</span><br />
 +WOLF QUEEN,<br />
 +<span class="fs40">OR,</span><br />
 +<span class="fs60">THE GIANT HERMIT OF THE SCIOTO.</span></h1>
  
 +<p class="pfs120">BY CAPT. CHARLES HOWARD,</p>
 +
 +<p class="pfs90"><span class="smcap">Author of “The Elk King,” (Pocket Novel No. 45.)</span></p>
 +
 +<hr class="r20 x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<p class="pfs100 p4">NEW YORK:<br />
 +<span class="fs120">BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS,</span><br />
 +<span class="fs70">98 WILLIAM STREET.</span></p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<p class="pfs90 p10 pb10 pg-brk">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1872, by<br />
 +<span class="gesperrt">FRANK STARR &amp; CO.,</span><br />
 +In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<table class="autotable fs80" width="70%" summary="">
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr"></td>
 +<td class="tdlx"></td>
 +<td class="tdr fs80">PAGE</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">I.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE RIVER COMBAT.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">9</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">II.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE HERMIT AND HIS CAVE.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">12</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">III.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">JIM GIRTY AND HIS PRISONER.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">18</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">IV.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE EVENTS OF THAT NIGHT.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">22</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">V.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH-SHOTS.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">27</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">VI.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">OUT OF THE CAVE TO DOOM.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">31</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">VII.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">ALASKA IN HER FRENZY.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">36</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">VIII.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">JIM GIRTY TRIUMPHS.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">40</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">IX.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">ONE OF ALASKA’S WHIMS.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">45</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">X.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE FATE OF WELL-LAID PLANS.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">50</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XI.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE MOLES ON THE SHOULDER.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">56</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XII.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">NOT YET! NOT YET!</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">60</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XIII.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE BAFFLED RENEGADE.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIII">66</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XIV.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">SQUAW VENGEANCE, AND SQUAW RAGE.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIV">71</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XV.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">A LEAF FROM THE HERMIT’S LIFE.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XV">75</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XVI.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE KING OF THE WOLVES.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVI">78</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XVII.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE CONFERENCE ON THE KNOLL.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVII">80</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XVIII.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">SIMON GIRTY IN HIS WAR-PAINT.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XVIII">82</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XIX.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">A CHANGE IN AFFAIRS.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XIX">85</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XX.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE BLOODY MEETING.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XX">89</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdr">XXI.</td>
 +<td class="tdlx">THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS.</td>
 +<td class="tdr"><a href="#CHAPTER_XXI">94</a></td>
 +</tr>
 +</table>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</span></p>
 +
 +<p class="pfs150">THE WOLF-QUEEN;</p>
 +<p class="pfs80">OR,</p>
 +<p class="pfs135">THE GIANT HERMIT OF THE SCIOTO.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="r20 x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_I"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER I</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE RIVER COMBAT.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> sun was sinking, a great fiery ball, in the leaden west,
 +at the close of an autumn day, in the year 1804, when a solitary
 +canoe descended the Scioto, then vastly swollen by recent
 +rains.</p>
 +
 +<p>The single occupant of the tiny bark was a youth of two
 +and twenty summers, clad in buck-skin. His beardless face
 +gave him an extremely womanish expression. Its smooth
 +surface was yet untanned by the rays of the sun, which fairness
 +of skin proclaimed him a novice in backwoods life.</p>
 +
 +<p>He plied the oars deftly and noiselessly, and kept in the
 +middle of the stream. Ever and anon he glanced upward at
 +the ragged cliffs that hung over the murky and turbulent waters
 +like the hand of doom. But, at last, he passed beyond
 +the precipitous banks, and gained the mouth of the Scioto’s
 +nosiest tributary.</p>
 +
 +<p>Here he rested upon his oars a moment, as if to decide a
 +mental debate, then ran his canoe up the new stream, toward
 +the left bank of which he presently steered.</p>
 +
 +<p>“So far without accident,” he murmured in an audible
 +tone, not before glancing furtively around. “Simon Kenton
 +may be a great hunter; but he is a sorry prophet. What!
 +did he think I would wait until he returned from the hazardous
 +expedition he is about to undertake, and leave Eudora the
 +while in Jim Girty’s hands? And when, in the ebullition of
 +anger, as I will admit&mdash;I called him a lunatic, and told him
 +that I would rescue the girl without the aid of his potent<span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[10]</span>
 +arm, he said, with a sneer I shall never forget: ‘Go, rash
 +boy, and meet the reward for spurning the counsels of your
 +elders. Go to the death prepared for you by the Wolf-Queen.’”</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Wolf-Queen!” the young man continued, after a
 +sneer for the prophecy of the king of backwoodsmen. “If
 +such a creature exists, I want to meet her; and I have no
 +reason for doubting her existence, for Simon Kenton says he
 +once trembled in her presence. And Simon Kenton never
 +lies. I will pit my strength against the Amazon, and her
 +wolfish guard. Though rash and young in the ways of the
 +woods, Mayne Fairfax is not a coward, else why came he
 +from cultivated Virginia to the dark death-paths of Ohio?
 +No; I&mdash;My God!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The exclamation was called into being by the terrible sight
 +that suddenly burst upon the young hunter’s vision.</p>
 +
 +<p>Scarce the distance of a hundred yards up-stream, a canoe
 +shot from the bush-fringed bank, and bore down upon the
 +young Virginian.</p>
 +
 +<p>In the center of the bark stood the very person he had
 +lately expressed a desire to meet&mdash;the dreaded Wolf-Queen&mdash;dreaded
 +alike by Indians and whites.</p>
 +
 +<p>She towered six feet above her moccasins, and her frame
 +seemed built of iron. She wore a frock of tanned doe-skin,
 +the fringes of which touched her knees. The leggins which
 +fitted her nether limbs to a fault, were composed of panther
 +skins, secured to the moccasins by painted strips of deer-hide.
 +Over all these garments she wore a long, dark robe whose
 +ample folds disappeared in the canoe, and lent a royal aspect
 +to its strange wearer. Her head was surrounded by a dress,
 +composed of white heron-feathers, and among her raven
 +locks, which streamed over her shoulders, and covered her
 +beaded bosom, were curiously, but not distastily, woven the
 +gaudy feathers of the North American oriole.</p>
 +
 +<p>The features, more than the dress of the singular being so
 +suddenly encountered on the swollen stream, commanded the
 +hunter’s attention.</p>
 +
 +<p>They belonged to a woman in the noon, or summer of life.
 +Here and there a wrinkle was to be seen, and a sadly strange
 +beauty pervaded her countenance. But the eyes&mdash;those faithful<span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[11]</span>
 +indexes of the human heart&mdash;proclaimed their possessor&mdash;a
 +white woman&mdash;<em>mad</em>!</p>
 +
 +<p>Yes, the unmistakable fire of insanity blazed fiercely in those
 +baleful orbs, and told the single beholder that she was a perfect
 +demon, when the paroxysm of lunacy swayed her.</p>
 +
 +<p>But she was not alone.</p>
 +
 +<p>On either side of her stood a huge black wolf, while at her
 +feet sat a monster gray one. A collar of deer-skin, elaborately
 +beaded, encircled the necks of the fierce brutes, and from
 +their shaggy backs the muddy water dripped.</p>
 +
 +<p>The sight was enough to blanch the boldest cheek, and
 +Mayne Fairfax could not repress a shriek of terror. It bubbled
 +to his lips unsummoned.</p>
 +
 +<p>He now had ocular proof that the dreadful Wolf-Queen
 +was not a myth.</p>
 +
 +<p>The canoe and its terrible freight approached with an impetus
 +received from the swift waters. No oars were needed
 +to keep it in the center of the stream&mdash;a swift current did this
 +service for the Wolf-Queen, who stood erect in the bark,
 +clutching a drawn bow.</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne Fairfax’s presence of mind soon returned. He
 +griped his rifle, but ere it struck his shoulder the twang of a
 +bow-string smote his ears, and a barbed shaft buried itself in
 +his right breast. Instantaneously a faintness stole over him,
 +but the courageous hunter repressed it, as the canoe of the
 +Amazon grated against his.</p>
 +
 +<p>He would not die without a struggle, and therefore seized
 +his rifle for the second time, for the purpose of braining his
 +antagonist.</p>
 +
 +<p>At that moment the gray wolf left his post.</p>
 +
 +<p>The clubbed rifle dropped into the canoe, as the wolf buried
 +his fangs in the hunter’s throat, and the brave fellow staggered
 +back, trying to tear the mad animal from his breast.</p>
 +
 +<p>In that terrible moment Simon Kenton’s last words burst
 +doomfully and prophetically upon his mind!</p>
 +
 +<p>But his end was not yet.</p>
 +
 +<p>For in the fateful moment that followed the lupine attack,
 +the sharp report of a rifle rent the air; the wolf relinquished
 +his hold with a groan, and fell at Mayne Fairfax’s feet&mdash;dead!</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[12]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>The Wolf-Queen turned toward the shore, and saw a great
 +coonskin cap surmounting a clump of prickly pears. Instantly
 +a cry, but half earthly, escaped her lips, and a minute later
 +she was flying down the stream, vainly trying to stanch the
 +crimson tide that flowed from the gray wolf’s heart; while at
 +her feet crouched the black monsters, drinking the warm
 +blood of their lifeless companion.</p>
 +
 +<p>The young hunter’s canoe began to drift toward the Scioto,
 +and upon its gory bottom, as motionless as a corpse, lay Mayne
 +Fairfax.</p>
 +
 +<p>Suddenly the pear bushes parted, and a backwoods giant,
 +bearing a long but deadly-looking rifle sprung into the stream,
 +and intercepted the drifting canoe.</p>
 +
 +<p>He looked over the side, and shook his head doubtingly.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Poor lad! poor lad!” he murmured, with rough but genuine
 +indications of sorrow. “I’m afraid he’s going to cross the
 +river.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Then, standing in the water in the middle of the tributary,
 +he stanched the blood that poured from the lacerated throat,
 +which he bound with the soft linings of his grotesque cap.</p>
 +
 +<p>“There!” he cried, surveying his work. “That doctoring
 +will do until I reach home. This young chap must not die.
 +He’s too brave to perish in the springtime of his life. I wonder
 +what brought him alone to these parts!”</p>
 +
 +<p>Then with the interrogative still quivering his lips, he
 +towed the boat ashore, moored it to a clump of alder bushes,
 +and raising the unconscious youth in his arms, darted away
 +into the great forest, where strange fortunes and adventures
 +awaited him and the human burden he bore.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_II"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER II</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE HERMIT AND HIS CAVE.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Now</span> and then a groan parted the lips of the unconscious
 +Virginian, as the giant rapidly bore him through the wood,
 +throughout the recesses of which the somber shades of night
 +were gathering.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[13]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>At length the surface of the ground grew hilly, and the
 +giant approached so near the Scioto that the swash of the
 +waters against its new banks could be distinctly heard. He
 +followed the course of the stream for some distance, when he
 +turned aside, and darted into a small ravine once the bed of
 +a tributary of the Scioto. In the banks of the ravine were
 +just discernible several gloomy apertures, into one of which
 +the backwoodsman disappeared.</p>
 +
 +<p>Five steps from the orifice brought him to a strong oaken
 +door, seemingly imbedded in the limestone rock, and a short
 +fumbling in the gloom above his head threw wide the portal.</p>
 +
 +<p>Dark as the night without was the gloom beyond the stone
 +threshold; but a joyful bark greeted the giant’s ears, and a
 +dog sprung forward to greet him.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Home again, Wolf,” said the man, securing the door.
 +“And I’ve brought you a friend&mdash;a friend as near dead, I
 +should judge, as you get them, for, with an arrow sticking
 +near through one, and the awfulest torn throat you ever saw,
 +things must look dangerous.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The speaker moved forward, and, without the aid of a light,
 +tenderly placed Mayne Fairfax upon a couch, deep with soft
 +dressed skins. Then he ignited a tiny pile of bark films,
 +which soon communicated a warmth to a heap of sticks, which
 +blazed and crackled with some fury.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Here, Wolf, quit smelling around the patient,” cried the
 +giant, turning to his charge. “I’m the doctor in this case,
 +and I’m about to see what can be done. May be he isn’t so
 +badly hurt as I opine. That arrow,” he continued, after a
 +long silence, during which he had critically examined the
 +hunter’s wounds, “that arrow must be pulled through. I’m
 +not much of a surgeon, but I reckon as how I have managed
 +some pretty dangerous cases. Here goes! If that arrow
 +ain’t taken out, a certain young man will never shoulder a
 +rifle again.”</p>
 +
 +<p>A protuberance on the young hunter’s back told the giant
 +that the arrow had nearly gone through the body, and delicately,
 +yet firmly, the rude surgeon set to work. His keen
 +hunting-knife first severed the shaft; then made the incision,
 +and the remainder of the shaft was withdrawn. Then some<span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[14]</span>
 +astringent liniment was rubbed on and into the wounds, which
 +were covered with strong adhesive plasters.</p>
 +
 +<p>As this operation was completed, Mayne Fairfax groaned
 +and opened his eyes.</p>
 +
 +<p>His first inquiry regarded his situation.</p>
 +
 +<p>“You’re in the home of Bill Hewitt,” answered the giant,
 +“and he has just pulled the arrow of that madwoman from
 +your body. Luckily, as I have discovered, it struck no vital
 +part. The deviation of an inch, either to the right or the
 +left, would have rendered my surgical operations unnecessary.
 +So you may begin to believe in special providences.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Fairfax tried to answer, but the condition of his throat,
 +torn by the jaws of the gray wolf, baffled him.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I’ll dress your breathing apparatus right now,” said Hewitt,
 +“and then I opine you can chatter away like a parrot.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The young hunter never winced under the pain occasioned
 +by the dressing of his throat.</p>
 +
 +<p>“It’s best for you to stay down for a few days,” said Hewitt,
 +after completing the operation. “Exertion of body may
 +irritate your breast wound, and end in something disagreeable.
 +I’ll stay with you all the time, for I don’t go visiting much in
 +these parts, nor these times. Now just lay still, but talk to
 +me while I get supper for two; tell me all about yourself,
 +and what brought you alone away down here. Boy, you look
 +like a Virginian.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I am a Virginian,” answered Fairfax, watching the giant’s
 +backwoods culinary operations. “My name is Fairfax.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Fairfax!” cried the backwoodsman, quickly turning upon
 +the speaker. “What Fairfax?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“The son of Ronald Fairfax, of Roanoke.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I knew him,” said the giant.</p>
 +
 +<p>“That is singular. When did you leave Virginia?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“So you’ve got to questioning before you’re half through
 +with your story, eh?” cried Hewitt, with a strange smile.
 +“Well, I’ll tell you; but you must go on with <em>your</em> tale; and
 +perhaps I’ll tell you mine, some day. <em>Perhaps</em>, I say, and
 +<em>some day</em>. I left Rockbridge county a matter of twenty-one
 +years ago.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Three months since I stood in my father’s house,” resumed
 +young Fairfax, whose countenance told that he would have<span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[15]</span>
 +questioned his preserver further; “and were it not for the
 +existence of that accursed renegade, Jim Girty, I would be
 +there this night.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes, curse Jim Girty, boy,” muttered Hewitt. “Oh that
 +curses could kill.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes, yes,” hissed Mayne Fairfax, and his nervous hands
 +closed in silent anger. “Near Rockbridge county the family
 +of Nicholas Morriston rather rashly dwelt alone in the wilderness.
 +The father was a hotheaded man, who lived in
 +fancied security, while Indian raids were being made all
 +around him. One night, poor fellow, he paid dearly for his
 +rashness, for often had I entreated him to remove his family
 +to a place of safety. One night, I say, when too late to fly,
 +he paid the penalty attached to stubbornness. But not only
 +did he suffer, but every member of his family, save <em>one</em>, fell
 +beneath the swoop of the white hawk.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“The red hawks, you mean,” interrupted Hewitt.</p>
 +
 +<p>“No, no. The destroying band was led by Jim Girty,
 +whose evil passions had been inflamed by the beauty, the innocence
 +and grace of Eudora Morriston.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I anticipate the remainder of your narrative, boy,” suddenly
 +interrupted the giant hermit. “Eudora Morriston is
 +now Jim Girty’s prisoner, and it is she whom you seek in the
 +land of the dread Wolf-Queen and her tribe.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes. By tarrying, perhaps months, in Chillicothe, I
 +might have secured the assistance of the renowned Simon
 +Kenton; but the thought of Eudora’s situation&mdash;growing
 +more precarious every day&mdash;caused me to spurn the great hunter’s
 +offer, and, alone, I swore to rescue her or perish in the
 +attempt.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“You’re a brave boy, a brave boy!” cried the giant, admiringly.
 +“I had a little boy once&mdash;a tiny fellow with golden
 +hair, and the prettiest eyes you ever saw. But where he
 +is now, God knows. You love Eudora Morriston?”</p>
 +
 +<p>A flush suffused Mayne Fairfax’s temples.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes, but she knows it not. I never breathed aught to
 +her of my passion.”</p>
 +
 +<p>For a long time the hunter was silent, and the outward
 +workings of his countenance, told of mental struggles in the
 +mysterious unseen.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[16]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“I loved once&mdash;a long while ago,” he said, at length, fixing
 +his gaze upon the reclining hunter. “But I don’t think
 +I love anybody now, save my boy&mdash;wherever he is&mdash;and Wolf,
 +here,” and he stroked the mastiff’s shaggy hide. “These
 +hands,” he quickly continued, stretching forth his broad palms,
 +“are red with the gore of a fellow-creature, whose skin was
 +as fair as yours, my boy. With the brand of Cain upon my
 +brow, I fled Virginia&mdash;fled between two days, and here I am,
 +a cave-hermit, on the verge of fifty years, with a giant’s frame,
 +unracked by disease; but with hair and beard almost as
 +white as driven snow.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes, yes,” he continued, as though the young hunter had
 +put a question, “it is a terrible thing to kill a fellow-creature
 +in the first heat of passion; but I will not tell you aught further
 +of that dark night, now. Boy, from that day to this I
 +have not taken a human life&mdash;nor ever will I, not even the
 +life of an Indian. I will assist you to recover the sweet creature
 +you seek&mdash;together we will snatch her, unharmed, from
 +the fangs of the white wolf&mdash;Jim Girty; but into whatever
 +precarious situations we may fall, remember, boy, that these
 +hands shed no human blood. These fists are enough for a
 +score of red-skins. They have proved themselves thus in
 +times gone by. But here, our supper is ready. I’ll prop
 +you up with these skins, and you can make out to eat, I
 +hope.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The repast proved quite nutritious to Mayne Fairfax, and
 +not a word passed between the twain until it had ended, and
 +the still smoking remains thrown to Wolf.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Boy, did you ever hear your father speak of William
 +Hewitt?” suddenly questioned the giant.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Never to my knowledge,” answered the young man.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Strange, when we knew each other so well,” soliloquized
 +the hermit, in a semi-audible tone. “But, perhaps, he would
 +have his heirs remain ignorant of that dark night, as well he
 +might. But, my boy, I’d give my right arm, nay, my very
 +life, to know what became of him&mdash;my boy.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I will make every inquiry when I return,” said Fairfax.</p>
 +
 +<p>“But how shall I know the result of your inquiries?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I will return and make them known to you.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[17]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“How can I reward you?” cried Hewitt, grasping the
 +young man’s hands.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Say nothing about that. I am already rewarded. But&mdash;what
 +was that?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“My door-bell,” said the giant, with a smile, as he rose to
 +his feet and hastened to the mouth of the cave.</p>
 +
 +<p>A minute later Fairfax heard the massive oaken door
 +open and close, and a confused murmur of voices approaching
 +him.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Boy,” suddenly said the giant, leading a tall and athletic
 +young Indian into the mellow light of the fire, “here is the
 +only visitor I have. The Bible says that it is not good for
 +man to be alone always, so I picked up a companion. This
 +is Oonalooska, the bravest young warrior of his tribe.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne Fairfax stretched forth his hand, and the young
 +brave pressed it with no small degree of feeling.</p>
 +
 +<p>“So the madwoman struck the white hunter?” said Oonalooska,
 +half interrogatively, still retaining Fairfax’s hand.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes; her shaft pierced my breast, and her wolf tore my
 +throat.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“She will be like a great storm now,” returned the Shawnee,
 +“because one of her wolves is dead. Oonalooska fears
 +for the Pale Flower in the Shawnee village.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Then she is there!” cried the young hunter, with eagerness.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes,” answered Oonalooska, “she is under the fiery eyes
 +of the White Wolf, and unless he guards her well, Alaska
 +will tear her from him, and put her to the torture.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“No, no!” cried Mayne Fairfax. “Hewitt, I feel strong
 +enough to go and rescue her.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“You’re as weak as a kitten,” said the giant, with a smile
 +for the young hunter’s futile effort to rise. “We will send
 +Oonalooska back to the village, and he shall report affairs for
 +us. It will be a terrible conflict if affairs reach such a climax
 +between Girty and Alaska, the Wolf-Queen; but Girty
 +may still possess the strange influence he has held over her in
 +days gone by. I am certain that a crisis will not be reached
 +in the Shawnee village for some time.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“But send Oonalooska thither at once,” cried Fairfax,
 +“and tell him to tell Eudora that a friend seeks her rescue.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[18]</span>
 +And, Shawnee,” here he addressed Oonalooska, “if you can
 +save the Pale Flower at once, do so, and convey her hither.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska will not sleep,” was the reply; “but to overcome
 +the White Wolf and Alaska he must have the cunning
 +of his white friends.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I cannot leave this young man until his sores are healed,”
 +said Hewitt. “But that will not be long. Then we will
 +baffle Jim Girty, and you, who hate him, can send him to
 +Watchemenetoc.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Indian’s eyes flashed at the hermit’s last sentence, and
 +a minute later Oonalooska was gone.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_III"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER III</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">JIM GIRTY AND HIS PRISONER.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">James Girty</span> was one of a quartette of brothers to which
 +the notorious Simon belonged. He became the prisoner of
 +the Indians early in Braddock’s ill-fated campaign, when he
 +was in his fourteenth year, and was adopted by the Shawnees.
 +Growing to manhood, he loved the life and customs of the
 +red rovers of the trackless forests, and hated all whom they
 +hated. His passions were as fiery as Simon’s, but for some
 +unaccountable reasons, he has not figured as conspicuously on
 +the page of history.</p>
 +
 +<p>Simon Girty, notwithstanding his multitudinous crimes, possessed
 +a few good qualities; but James possessed not one.
 +Simon often pleaded for the life of a prisoner, James never;
 +and his countenance was the incarnation of all that is repulsive.</p>
 +
 +<p>At the opening of our romance he had attained his sixty-ninth
 +year, notwithstanding which he still possessed a giant’s
 +frame and a giant’s strength.</p>
 +
 +<p>So well did he bear the burden of his years, that he looked
 +beneath fifty, and scarce a gray hair was visible upon his head.
 +His eyes still flashed the fire of manhood’s prime, from beneath
 +long, midnight lashes, and not a crow’s foot furrowed<span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[19]</span>
 +his forehead. His face was covered by splotches of red hair,
 +through which cutaneous eruptions, caused by his dissolute
 +habits, were constantly making their appearance. When not
 +influenced by wine, he was not quarrelsome; but for many
 +years he had drawn scarce a single sober breath. He was an
 +unerring marksman, and his influence over the Indians was
 +unbounded.</p>
 +
 +<p>While hunting in Virginia he encountered Eudora Morriston,
 +whose beauty fanned the fires of his evil nature; and, as
 +Mayne Fairfax has already related, he swooped down upon
 +the happy home, at the head of a band of Shawnees, massacred
 +every one of its inmates, save the beautiful girl, whom
 +he bore to the Indian village, and placed under the guardianship
 +of two of the most pliant of his red tools.</p>
 +
 +<p>Bright and translucently beautiful upon the Shawnee village
 +broke the morn that followed the transaction of the
 +events related in the foregoing chapters.</p>
 +
 +<p>James, or as he was commonly called, Jim Girty, would
 +have slumbered late, had he not been startled from his sleep
 +by the grip of a human hand upon his arm. He opened his
 +baleful eyes, and beheld a middle-aged savage bending over
 +him. The first streaks of morning but illy dispersed the
 +gloom of his lodge, and the renegade sprung to his feet, with
 +the oath, never absent from his lips.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska is a storm!” cried the Indian, springing from
 +Girty’s side, and throwing aside the curtain of skins that
 +served for a door. “See! she goes to the lodge of the Pale
 +Flower. Her wolves will kill the guards, and tear to pieces
 +the White Wolf’s prisoner. Last night the Lone Man shot
 +Alaska’s gray wolf, and she will now have the blood of the
 +white captive for it.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Astounded at the sight to which the savage directed his
 +gaze&mdash;the Wolf-Queen, guarded by a dozen terrible wolves,
 +and followed by near a hundred Indians, advancing toward
 +the lodge where dwelt his prisoner, guarded by but ten braves&mdash;Jim
 +Girty jerked his rifle from its pins over his couch,
 +and bounded to the scene.</p>
 +
 +<p>He seemed to fly over the ground, and threw himself between
 +Eudora’s guards, as the foremost wolves were preparing
 +for the combat.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[20]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“Back!” he yelled, fixing his gaze upon Alaska. “Why
 +does Alaska seek the life of my prisoner?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed the madwoman, long and loud.
 +“’Tis for the White Wolf to question, but for Alaska to answer.
 +Last night Alaska met a young pale-faced hunter on
 +the little stream. She pierced him with her shaft, but he was
 +brave. He would use his rifle as a club. Alaska’s gray wolf&mdash;the
 +only snow wolf of Alaska’s band&mdash;sought the hunter’s
 +throat, when the Lone Man, concealed by many bushes, shot
 +Lupino. Now lies he cold and dead in Alaska’s wigwam.
 +She must have blood for his, and that blood must flow from
 +the Pale Flower’s heart.”</p>
 +
 +<p>She finished, and stepped forward, while her grip tightened
 +on the long-bladed knife that glittered in the first beams
 +of the sun.</p>
 +
 +<p>Girty’s rifle shot to his shoulder.</p>
 +
 +<p>He did not dare shoot the Wolf-Queen, for she knew not
 +the value of life, and her death at his hands would soon be
 +followed by his, by the claws and fangs of her wolves.</p>
 +
 +<p>He directed his weapon at the head of her favorite wolf&mdash;a
 +monster black fellow, around whose neck was a wide beaded
 +collar, and over the shaggy back dropped a rich mantle.</p>
 +
 +<p>“If Alaska does not stay her hand,” he cried, “the White
 +Wolf will have Leperto’s blood!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Wolf-Queen suddenly paused, and glanced from Girty
 +to the threatened wolf. Indecision ruled her form, and Girty
 +was on the eve of triumph, when an old Indian, bent with
 +more than three-score years and ten, stepped to Alaska’s
 +side.</p>
 +
 +<p>His eyes flashed with a fire seldom seen in the orbs of age,
 +when his gaze fell upon the renegade.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Let the White Wolf shoot Leperto,” he cried, addressing
 +the madwoman. “Old Miantomah will give her another.
 +Let the Pale Flower die for the act of the Lone Man, and if
 +the White Wolf resists, let Alaska’s wolves, his brothers, tear
 +him to pieces.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Miantomah exercised a weird influence over the Wolf-Queen,
 +and, inspired by his words, she spoke to her wolves.</p>
 +
 +<p>The mad animals fixed their eyes upon Girty, and crawled
 +forward.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[21]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>It was a critical moment.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Shall an old, empty-headed man rule a mad-woman with
 +his forked tongue?” cried Girty, appealing to the crowd of
 +warriors. “Let the White Wolf’s brothers gather around
 +him. He has led them to victory, and will they now desert
 +him for a crack-headed squaw?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“No!” cried Oonalooska, drawing his tomahawk, and
 +springing to Girty’s side. “Oonalooska is not a squaw.
 +Warriors, follow him!”</p>
 +
 +<p>His action electrified the warriors, and, a moment later, all,
 +save a dozen, surrounded Girty, and displayed a hollow square
 +glistening with knives, to the Wolf-Queen.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Back to your wigwam now, and bury your dead!” cried
 +Girty, in triumph.</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska regarded him in silence.</p>
 +
 +<p>He repeated the command.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska moves not hence without the Pale Flower’s
 +blood,” she at length replied. “Her braves are on the war-path,
 +and at their head, marches the great Tecumseh, against
 +whom the White Wolf dare not stand. They will return ere
 +yon ball of fire again rises over the hills. Then, let the
 +White Wolf fear, then will Alaska have the Pale Flower’s
 +heart. Here she will remain until Tecumseh comes,” and
 +she seated herself upon the ground, in the midst of her
 +wolves.</p>
 +
 +<p>At the mention of Tecumseh’s name, Girty’s guard exchanged
 +looks of fear. The great chief was on ill terms with
 +the renegade, and, fearing to incur the anger of Tecumseh,
 +several braves deserted Girty, and went over to the mad-woman.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Be firm!” cried Girty, lowering upon the disaffection.
 +“They who stand by me shall be rewarded, and Tecumseh
 +will act justly when he comes.”</p>
 +
 +<p>This retained a goodly portion of his guard.</p>
 +
 +<p>The long hours wore away, both parties longing, yet fearing,
 +for the night.</p>
 +
 +<p>Oonalooska knew that Tecumseh would favor the Wolf-Queen,
 +and, with a determined resolve in his heart, he stepped
 +into the lodge, where knelt a trembling girl, praying
 +to her God for deliverance.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[22]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>He touched her arm.</p>
 +
 +<p>She looked up, her eyes bathed in pearly tears.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Let the Pale Flower tremble not,” whispered the young
 +brave. “Tecumseh will not return till midnight, and ere he
 +comes Oonalooska will save the White Wolf’s captive. The
 +young hunter lives in the lodge of the great Lone Man.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Then he turned away, without noticing the look of gratitude
 +Eudora bestowed upon him.</p>
 +
 +<p>Oh, for the night!</p>
 +
 +<p>What had it in store for Eudora Morriston&mdash;life or death?</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IV"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER IV</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE EVENTS OF THAT NIGHT.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Slowly</span> the hours of that beautiful autumn day wore
 +away, and the shades of evening seemed a century in making
 +their appearance.</p>
 +
 +<p>The squaws of the “town” brought a repast to Girty and
 +his band; but Alaska dispatched several warriors to her own
 +wigwam, the capacious larder of which was soon empty for
 +the benefit of herself and wolves.</p>
 +
 +<p>The terrible animals never took their eyes from Girty,
 +whose distasteful form blocked the doorway of Eudora’s
 +lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Never fear, girl,” he said, one time, turning upon his
 +prisoner, who sat listlessly upon her couch of skins. “The
 +wolves shan’t eat you. I have great influence over Tecumseh,
 +and the chief will quickly drive the crazy woman to her wigwam.”</p>
 +
 +<p>A better dissembler than “Jim” Girty never trod the woods
 +of Ohio. He knew that the great Shawnee chieftain lived in
 +superstitious awe of the Wolf-Queen, and that, upon his return,
 +his prisoner would be given over to the fangs of the
 +wolves. And while he spoke to Eudora he was plotting to
 +get her beyond the village before Tecumseh returned.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[23]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>The young girl deigned no reply to his words, but in silence
 +set to work to arrange the disheveled locks which hung
 +over her shoulders.</p>
 +
 +<p>She was very beautiful&mdash;the possessor of a symmetrical form
 +faultless in the minutest particular, large, black eyes, lustrous
 +beneath raven lashes, and a wealth of raven hair, which enhanced
 +her transcendent loveliness. She wore the coronet of
 +her seventeenth year, though weeping for the fate of her parents
 +and golden-haired sisters, mercilessly butchered in her
 +sight, caused her to look beyond her years.</p>
 +
 +<p>The words of Oonalooska shot a cheering ray of hope into
 +her heart, and caused that guiltless organ to beat for joy.
 +“The young hunter lives,” he had said; but what “young
 +hunter” did he mean? Quite a number of “young hunters”
 +had been enraptured by her beauty, though none had she
 +ever bade hope for the dimpled hand that could send an arrow
 +unerringly to the target, and direct the bullet with an accuracy
 +unequaled by many well-known frontiersmen of those
 +“dark and bloody days.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Among her admirers, Mayne Fairfax had called oftenest at
 +her home, now a heap of ashes, and she had evinced a partiality
 +for his companionship, which had driven the others
 +from the field.</p>
 +
 +<p>Was he the “young hunter” who sought her in the Indian
 +village?</p>
 +
 +<p>Her rapid heart-beats proclaimed that she hoped so.</p>
 +
 +<p>The afternoon was nearing its close when Girty summoned
 +Oonalooska to his side.</p>
 +
 +<p>The young brave obeyed with alacrity, and was surprised
 +to hear the renegade make the following proposition:</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh must not meet the Pale Flower in the lodge,”
 +said Girty, in a low tone, that it might not reach the ears of
 +Alaska, who was within common earshot. “The chief hates
 +me, but he also fears me. Without a second thought he
 +would deliver the white-faced girl to Alaska. To-morrow he
 +will decide otherwise. Not far from this lodge dwell the
 +exiled Mingoes, on whose grounds no hostile warrior dares to
 +tread. To-night, then, will not Oonalooska guide the Pale
 +Flower thither, and guard her until the White Wolf commands
 +their return?”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[24]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Eagerly Oonalooska promised to grant Girty’s request, and
 +the plans for the escape were quickly formed.</p>
 +
 +<p>While the plot was discussed by the warrior and the renegade,
 +dark clouds were creeping from the west, and soon the
 +whole sky was overcast&mdash;which harbingered a storm. Through
 +a rift in the opaque masses, the dying rays of the sun fell
 +upon the Shawnee village, and when night prevailed Girty
 +threw a cordon of braves around Eudora’s lodge. Alaska
 +witnessed the precautionary movement, but instead of encircling
 +the cordon with her braves, she moved nearer the aperture
 +of the wigwam, which she made discernible by torches,
 +thrust into the yielding earth.</p>
 +
 +<p>Girty thought it best to keep Eudora ignorant of the destination
 +he intended for her; but told Oonalooska to say that
 +he would conduct her to a place of safety, beyond the reach
 +of <em>all</em> her enemies.</p>
 +
 +<p>The night was the incarnation of gloom, and every waning
 +moment brought Tecumseh and his braves nearer the village.
 +The chief had promised to return upon that particular night,
 +and he had never broken his word. In the rear of the wigwam
 +Girty had placed several braves upon whom he could
 +rely, and, as the first peal of thunder reverberated through the
 +forest, and far down the Scioto, Oonalooska’s keen knife gashed
 +the thin bark in the rear of Eudora’s couch.</p>
 +
 +<p>A peal of thunder in autumn always startled the Shawnees,
 +and, believing it the harbinger of Tecumseh’s approach, the
 +most timid glided over to the Wolf-Queen.</p>
 +
 +<p>Girty did not murmur at their late disaffection, for he knew
 +that Alaska would not move till the arrival of the giant chief.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska is ready,” whispered the brave, turning from
 +the perforated bark to the maiden, whose eyes had witnessed
 +the operation.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Then let us hasten,” she said in tremulous accents, “lest
 +Tecumseh’s arrival doom me to the teeth of the mad-woman’s
 +wolves.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Tenderly, noiselessly, Oonalooska lifted Eudora in his arms,
 +and glided through the slit, and past the posted guards in the
 +rear of the wigwam. Once beyond the confines of the village,
 +he walked rapidly, experiencing no difficulty in picking
 +his way rightly in the cimmerian gloom.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[25]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Presently he entered the forest, and when he had placed a
 +hill between himself and the village, he paused, and drew a
 +torch from beneath his wolf-skin robe.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska does not possess the eyes of the owl,” he said,
 +with a smile, as he ignited a wisp of bark films with the flints.
 +“The wood is dark, and unless fire guides Oonalooska, he may
 +wander to the Mingoes, whither the White Wolf has sent
 +him.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“But may not Oonalooska’s torch encounter Tecumseh?
 +asked Eudora, who feared the worst.</p>
 +
 +<p>“No; the great chief and his braves will cross the creek
 +into the lodges. Oonalooska must have fire. It will keep
 +the wolves away.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The mere mention of the wolves sent an icy shudder to
 +Eudora’s heart. From the jaws of the ravenous animals she
 +had first been snatched by the chivalrous red-man, who was
 +once more bearing her through the labyrinthine recesses of
 +the Scioto forest.</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit home of William, or, as he called himself,
 +“Bill,” Hewitt, was about fourteen miles from the Shawnee
 +village, and Oonalooska rapidly traversed the dreary miles.
 +The crisp leaves gave forth a weird sound, as the Indian’s
 +moccasined feet touched them, and the great drops of rain
 +that pattered down through the giant, leafless trees, added to
 +the ghostliness of the moment. Sure enough, the wolves
 +struck the trail, and, at last, Oonalooska saw many a pair of
 +fiery eyes far in his rear.</p>
 +
 +<p>He felt Eudora shudder as a chorus of yells smote her ear;
 +but he assured her that they would reach the hermit’s cave
 +in safety, when he knew that the issue was doubtful.</p>
 +
 +<p>At length the warrior uttered a light cry, as he gained the
 +summit of a knoll, from which he indistinctly heard the roar
 +of a little cataract that poured its waters into the Scioto.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Pale Flower is near the Lone Man’s lodge,” said the
 +Shawnee, and he dashed down the knoll, the foot of which
 +he reached as the foremost wolf poked his head over the
 +summit.</p>
 +
 +<p>Once or twice he was forced to turn and beat the band off
 +with his torch, and, at last, almost exhausted, he dashed into
 +the limestone corridor of Hewitt’s home.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[26]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>He had not time to give the signal&mdash;the jerking of a deer-thong
 +in the darkness overhead&mdash;for the wolves were snapping
 +at his lovely burden, and while his lips uttered a peculiar
 +whoop, he turned and sent one giant fellow to the
 +ground with his torch. The weapon struck the animal in the
 +mouth, and, the great tusk closing on it, it was jerked from
 +his hand.</p>
 +
 +<p>He shrieked again as his right hand throttled the leader of
 +the lupine band, and hurled him senseless among his companions.
 +The dying torch lent a terribly tragic view to the
 +scene. Pale as death, Eudora reclined upon the left arm of
 +the Indian, as single-handed he fought the bloodthirsty gang,
 +and her lips parted with a joyful cry, as the strong door was
 +burst open, and she found herself borne into a warm apartment.</p>
 +
 +<p>With clubbed rifle, the giant hermit sprung among the
 +wolves, and before him they divided and scattered like sheep.
 +They had encountered the invincible before.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Fly, cowards!” cried Hewitt, as he reëntered the cave,
 +to find Eudora kneeling before the couch of her wounded lover.</p>
 +
 +<p>He had thrown one arm around her neck, and his lips
 +were whispering something in her ears&mdash;probably the story
 +of tender passion.</p>
 +
 +<p>“We will have the whole Shawnee nation to fight now,”
 +said Hewitt, when Eudora had related her trials while in the
 +hands of Girty. “And ere morn Tecumseh will be at our
 +door. The wolves of Alaska will track Eudora hither, and
 +then for the conflict. It must be near dawn now.”</p>
 +
 +<p>As he finished he drew aside a skin, that hung against the
 +wall, and disappeared in a dark passage.</p>
 +
 +<p>Oonalooska awaited his return in silence, while Fairfax and
 +Eudora conversed in low whispers.</p>
 +
 +<p>Suddenly the skin flew aside, and Hewitt sprung into the
 +cave.</p>
 +
 +<p>His long beard was filled with tiny particles of decayed
 +wood, and sparks of fire seemed to dart from his dark orbs.
 +But his voice was as calm as a midsummer day.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Fifty-three braves are nearing us,” he said. “They are
 +headed by Tecumseh and Alaska, who is surrounded by her
 +accursed wolves. Jim Girty is not with them.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[27]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Oonalooska’s expression remained immobile, and Eudora
 +threw a look at her wounded lover, but her lips uttered nothing.
 +Her dark eyes shot a mingled look of determination
 +and defiance toward the door.</p>
 +
 +<p>All at once a tomahawk struck the oaken planks, and a
 +terrible yell followed.</p>
 +
 +<p>It was the war-whoop of Tecumseh!</p>
 +
 +<p>Leperto, the petted wolf, answered it with a dismal howl.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_V"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER V</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE MYSTERIOUS DEATH-SHOTS.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Let</span> us witness the return of Tecumseh, and follow the
 +great chief and the Wolf-Queen to the hermit’s cave.</p>
 +
 +<p>Jim Girty did not desert his post, when he found the wigwam
 +tenantless. On the contrary, he told his band to increase
 +their vigilance, and remained immobile in the doorway
 +of the lodge. He knew when Oonalooska disappeared with
 +his prisoner, and he breathed freer than he had done for long
 +hours. A run of three hours would bring the young brave
 +to the homes of the exiled Mingoes, across the threshold of
 +which, even Tecumseh, with all his greatness, dared not step,
 +upon other than a friendly mission.</p>
 +
 +<p>He felt that he could conciliate Tecumseh, and that, when
 +the spasm of frenzy, that now ruled Alaska’s heart, passed
 +away, he could command Oonalooska to return with the captive.</p>
 +
 +<p>The storm, which proved of brief duration, did no damage
 +to the village, and midnight brought Tecumseh.</p>
 +
 +<p>Several braves deserted Alaska to greet the returning band,
 +and presently the mighty Shawnee, with angry countenance,
 +faced the white-faced renegade.</p>
 +
 +<p>Jim Girty had learned to read his chieftain’s face, and in
 +the ghostly glare of the torches, he read thereon an unsuccessful
 +expedition. Tecumseh was in a fit mood to wreak
 +vengeance on any man who owned a white skin.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[28]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>With drawn tomahawk he paused before the renegade, and
 +shouted, as his eyes drank in the whole scene:</p>
 +
 +<p>“White Wolf, deliver the Pale Flower to Alaska!”</p>
 +
 +<p>“The White Wolf will obey his chief,” answered Girty,
 +shooting the mad-woman a singular look. “Let Tecumseh
 +enter the lodge, and lead the captive to the Wolf-Queen.”</p>
 +
 +<p>As he finished, he stepped aside, and Tecumseh sprung into
 +the lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>One loud yell parted the chief’s lips as his eyes fell upon
 +the untenanted couch, and a moment later his brawny hand
 +closed on Girty’s throat.</p>
 +
 +<p>“White Wolf’s tongue is forked!” he cried. “Let him
 +tell Tecumseh where the Pale Flower is, or die!”</p>
 +
 +<p>“The White Wolf knows not,” gasped the white liar.
 +“She has been stolen while we watched.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The chief’s grip relaxed, and, at his command, Girty was
 +bound, and a guard placed over him.</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska could scarcely be restrained from throwing her
 +wolves upon the prostrate renegade.</p>
 +
 +<p>A brief examination revealed the gash in the bark, and instantly
 +the braves were called. One was missing&mdash;Oonalooska,
 +the son of Okalona, the aged Medicine of the Shawnees. <em>He</em>
 +was the traitor, and, if captured, his doom would be a terrible
 +one, and speedy.</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh’s blood boiled in his dark veins, and his angry
 +passions were stirred to their depths. All fatigue incurred by
 +the recent war-expedition, instantly left him, and he called
 +around him a band of picked warriors. Alaska panted to
 +pursue the traitor, and his companion, and throwing herself
 +at the head of the party, she placed her wolves upon Oonalooska’s
 +trail, and away they went, through the forest, toward
 +the hermit’s cave.</p>
 +
 +<p>The renegade was not permitted to accompany the pursuing
 +party; instead, he found himself under the vigilant eyes
 +of five braves, who bore him to his lodge, and threw themselves
 +around it.</p>
 +
 +<p>He knew that his captivity would not last beyond the return
 +of Tecumseh, over whom, when calm, he held some
 +influence.</p>
 +
 +<p>The war-whoop of Tecumseh and the dismal howl of Leperto,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[29]</span>
 +that ushered in the clear, frosty autumn morning, was
 +answered by a savage growl from the hermit’s canine companion,
 +who yearned to encounter the mad-woman’s wolves.</p>
 +
 +<p>No human answer following the blow delivered by Tecumseh’s
 +tomahawk, the chief bestowed a second upon the door,
 +and shouted:</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh, the war-chief of the Shawnees, demands the
 +person of Oonalooska, the red traitor, and the Pale Flower.
 +Let the Lone Man speak!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit’s answer was not long delayed.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Is Tecumseh an empty fool, that he should seek the blood
 +of the Pale Flower, snatched from her home by the lying
 +White Wolf? If he is not, let him return to his lodge, the
 +greatest chief of the Shawnee nation.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Wolf-Queen seeks the Pale Flower. Tecumseh
 +wants the traitor Oonalooska,” was the reply.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Then let Tecumseh take them!” was the defiant reply,
 +at which a second war-cry smote the air, and the Shawnee
 +drew back from the portals.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh will take them!” he cried, “and beside Oonalooska
 +shall burn the Lone Man of the woods.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“No, no!” shrieked mad Alaska. “The Lone Man shot
 +Lupino. <em>He</em> shall die by the teeth of Alaska’s wolves.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“So be it,” answered Tecumseh, and in a loud tone he
 +commanded his warriors to heap fagots against the door of
 +the cave.</p>
 +
 +<p>The command was obeyed with alacrity, and Tecumseh
 +and several of his favorite chiefs drew back to witness the
 +work of burning out the besieged whites. Near him stood
 +the Wolf-Queen, amid her wolfish guard, and the terrible
 +light of anticipated vengeance danced in her eyes.</p>
 +
 +<p>The work went on without interruption for many minutes,
 +during which period the golden god of day lazily scaled the
 +oriental horizon, and threw his warm beams upon the swarthy
 +band.</p>
 +
 +<p>Suddenly the sharp report of a rifle rent the gentle breeze
 +that flitted through the woods, and the stalwart chief, whose
 +shoulder touched Tecumseh, staggered back with a bloody,
 +crushed temple.</p>
 +
 +<p>Instantly the braves left their work, and gathered around<span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[30]</span>
 +the stricken chief. Whence came the deadly missile? An
 +examination showed that the ball had been fired from an
 +elevated position, and the leafless top of every tree was scanned
 +with vengeful eyes. But the mysterious slayer remained
 +undiscovered.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Back!” shouted Tecumseh, after a prolonged search, and
 +the warriors returned to the cave. “Haste with the
 +work! Tecumseh yearns to see the traitor, and the Lone
 +Man die.”</p>
 +
 +<p>At length the last gathered bough was thrust into the
 +mouth of the cave, and Tecumseh turned to Nethoto, a chief
 +not below his august self in prowess, when a second rifle report
 +smote his ears; and Nethoto staggered back&mdash;dead!</p>
 +
 +<p>Horror-stricken, Tecumseh shrunk aghast from the work
 +of death, and for the first time in all his life displayed a
 +frightened face to his braves.</p>
 +
 +<p>He felt that his turn would come next, and instantly, as if
 +in confirmation of that mental conclusion, a voice rung
 +throughout the forest.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Let Tecumseh hasten to his lodge, else he never steps
 +upon another war-trail!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The savages gazed wildly around as the tones fell upon
 +their ears, and then looked at their chief, who seemed to have
 +grown into a statue&mdash;so motionless and pale he stood.</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska was the first to break the silence.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” she laughed, as she caught one of her
 +wolves, and threw him upon the dead body of Nethoto.
 +“The Great Spirit slays Nethoto, who once struck Alaska
 +with a whip. Let Tecumseh return to the village; but
 +Alaska and her wolves will stay. They will enter the Lone
 +Man’s cave and devour him. The Great Spirit loves Alaska
 +and her wolves. Ha! ha! ha!” and she clapped her hands
 +with glee to see the wolves tear Nethoto to pieces.</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh knew not how to act. He feared the Wolf-Queen,
 +in awe of whom his warriors stood, and at his bidding
 +they would remain. If he stayed, death would soon enter his
 +heart.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Wolf-Queen did not notice his indecision. With fiendish
 +delight she was throwing wolf after wolf upon the dead
 +chief.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[31]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>All at once her brutal actions came to an abrupt termination.</p>
 +
 +<p>A third shot echoed throughout the wood, and Leperto, the
 +king of the wolves, sprung back from the corpse&mdash;a corpse
 +himself.</p>
 +
 +<p>A heart-chilling shriek welled from Alaska’s throat, as she
 +sprung forward and pressed the dead wolf to her bosom. A
 +moment she gazed wildly around, as if searching for the mysterious
 +slayer, and then, with an indescribable horror of countenance,
 +she darted from the tragic spot, followed by her
 +wolves, Tecumseh and his braves.</p>
 +
 +<p>It was the first time that Tecumseh ever turned his back
 +upon the foe.</p>
 +
 +<p>Convulsively to her heart the crazy queen pressed Leperto.
 +She tried to stanch his crimson tide with her long tresses, but
 +it seemed to flow the faster, and her trail was one of gore.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Not long will Tecumseh remain in his beaded lodge,”
 +hissed the great chief to a plumed Indian, at whose side he
 +ran. “He will return, and hunger shall drive the pale ones,
 +with the red traitor, from the hole in the ground, and the
 +blood of Sagasto and Nethoto shall be poured upon their
 +heads.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The mad-woman thought of nothing but her dead wolf;
 +but very soon other and more terrible thoughts would rule her
 +shattered brain.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VI"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER VI</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">OUT OF THE CAVE TO DOOM.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">During</span> the brief siege described in the foregoing chapter,
 +but two persons occupied the cave. These were Mayne Fairfax
 +and the beautiful Eudora Morriston.</p>
 +
 +<p>The young hunter reclined on the couch, and Eudora sat
 +beside him, holding one of his hands in hers.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I wonder how this will end, Mayne,” she said, gazing into
 +his deep eyes, that never grew weary of gazing into her face.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I do not know, Eudora,” replied the hunter; “but I feel<span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[32]</span>
 +that the end is not far distant. The capitulation of the hermit’s
 +fort, in my mind, is but a question of time. If Tecumseh
 +can not burn the door, he can starve us out. But hark,
 +girl! That sounded like a rifle shot.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“And that shriek, Mayne!” cried the girl. “An Indian
 +has fallen beneath the Lone Man’s rifle. Perhaps it was Tecumseh?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“No, no, Eudora. Hewitt did not fire that shot. He sheds
 +the blood of no fellow-man. If an Indian fell, it was beneath
 +Oonalooska’s aim. Listen! That was the voice of Tecumseh.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The conversation ceased, and in the silence that followed
 +the lovers heard the second shot, that sent Nethoto to the
 +earth.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Another!” cried Eudora. “Where do the shots come
 +from, Mayne?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“From the top of a giant oak,” answered the young hunter.
 +“Yon subterranean passage ends beneath the trunk of a
 +great, hollow tree. Inside, steps lead to the top of the giant,
 +from whence Oonalooska is smiting the red men.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“What a singular man the hermit is!” cried Eudora, as
 +the faint tones of the Wolf-Queen&mdash;faint to the cave listeners&mdash;came
 +from the wood. “He is a mystery to the savages.
 +Girty hates, but fears him, and, to Tecumseh, he is an enigma.
 +I&mdash;”</p>
 +
 +<p>“The third shot!” interrupted Mayne, and a minute later
 +the giant hermit stepped into the cave.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Our enemies are routed,” he said, bestowing a smile upon
 +the lovers. “Beneath Oonalooska’s rifle fell two chiefs and
 +Leperto.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska’s wolf,” said Eudora, turning to Fairfax. “The
 +poor woman will be inconsolable now.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska wanted to shoot the queen, but I covered the
 +flint with my hand in time to save her life. I could not witness
 +the killing of that poor mad-woman, though if we ever
 +fall into her hands we will receive no mercy.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Her wolves tore Oonalooska’s venison once,” hissed the
 +chief, who stood beside the hermit, and he added, in an undertone.
 +“Some day when Lone Man is abroad, Oonalooska’s
 +flint will not be covered by a pale hand.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[33]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“Do you think our enemies will return?” asked the young
 +Virginian, looking into the hermit’s face.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes. Already I believe that Tecumseh’s spies lurk in the
 +vicinity, and, ere long, the chief will return with a large
 +force, which can not be successfully resisted. I know Tecumseh
 +as few men know him. I have watched him grow to
 +manhood, unforgiving and vindictive.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“In view of our situation, then, what do you propose?”
 +questioned Fairfax, with eagerness.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Flight&mdash;to Chillicothe,” was the reply.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Not by day?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“No; to the contrary. We are not far from the river,
 +which I believe will not be guarded to-night. From this
 +cave leads a passage which terminates not a great ways from
 +the river. That passage I have never had occasion to use,
 +having never, until this day, been besieged. Above the termination
 +of that passage, the crust has not been broken. We
 +will use that to-night, and near dawn, no accidents intervening,
 +we will be beyond danger. My boy, can you crawl to
 +the opening of the passage? Thence we will assist you to
 +the boat.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes,” cried Fairfax, rising with a mighty effort, that sent
 +a thousand painful arrows throughout his frame, “I feel strong
 +again&mdash;the events of the last twenty-four hours have made
 +me a giant.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Hewitt shook his head doubtingly, and faintly smiled, as a
 +sense of giddiness forced the young hunter upon the couch
 +again.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh will not return before nightfall,” continued the
 +hermit, after a brief silence, “and while they besiege the cave,
 +we will be flying up the river to Chillicothe&mdash;which, for us,
 +means safety.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Then the strange man drew a repast from his store, and
 +the victuals were discussed with a relish, and conversation in
 +which they tried to forget their perilous situation.</p>
 +
 +<p>Slowly the day waned, and, at length, a growl from the
 +mastiff, who lay at the brush-burdened door, told the hunted
 +that an Indian was near.</p>
 +
 +<p>Then Oonalooska disappeared in the subterranean passage,
 +already used during the progress of our romance; but presently<span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[34]</span>
 +returned with the information that several spies were in
 +the wood, at the mouth of the cave.</p>
 +
 +<p>The hour for escape had arrived.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I’ve lived in this hole in the ground for eighteen years,”
 +said the hermit, taking a mournful survey of the cave, whose
 +walls were lined with the skins of all animals, “and you may
 +think that it goes hard with me to leave it. But if I stay here
 +now, Alaska’s wolves will drink Hewitt blood. I want to
 +live till I can see my boy again, and&mdash;” here he turned away,
 +and muttered in an undertone: “Yes, I’d like to see her, too.
 +I could forgive her now; but, oh, God! will I ever meet my
 +wife on earth more?”</p>
 +
 +<p>A great tear dewed his tawny cheek, and a tremor crossed
 +his giant frame, as he turned to the trio.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Well, we’re ready now,” he said, calm again. “Here,
 +girl, take the extra rifle. I’ve heard tell as how you can use
 +it.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I can and will, if I must,” said Eudora, proudly, as she
 +took the proffered firearm.</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit stepped to the further end of the cave, and revealed
 +a gloomy passage, by throwing aside a wolf-skin that
 +concealed it.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Lead off, Oona,” he said, addressing the Indian. “Wolf
 +and I’ll bring up the rear.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Indian dropped upon all fours, and entered the
 +passage; and the dog bounded in, in advance of his master.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Good-by, old home,” said the hermit, taking a last look
 +at the apartment. “Mebbe I’ll come back again, and mebbe
 +I won’t, that’s all.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The curtain fell and the cave was tenantless.</p>
 +
 +<p>The underground corridor seemed interminable; but, at
 +last, Oonalooska paused. The end was reached.</p>
 +
 +<p>It was the noiseless work of a few moments to admit an
 +invigorating current of night-air into the gloomy way, and the
 +Shawnee emerged upon <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">terra firma</i>.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Now for the river,” whispered Hewitt, throwing himself
 +in advance of the party.</p>
 +
 +<p>The night was dark around, though many stars twinkled
 +in the blue overhead.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[35]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Eudora trod in the hermit’s tracks, and her lover leaned
 +upon the arm of Oonalooska.</p>
 +
 +<p>At length they stood upon the right bank of the Scioto.
 +It was lined with thick clumps of weeping willows, the leaves
 +of which touched the dark water, causing many faint ripples,
 +that fell ominously upon the ears of the hunted quartette.</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit glided from his companions, and, after a long
 +absence, returned with the startling information that his boat
 +was gone!</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne Fairfax’s groan of despair was stifled by Hewitt’s
 +hand, and in his ear were breathed these words:</p>
 +
 +<p>“We are within thirty feet of a gang of red-skins.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit turned to Oonalooska, when a grunt from his
 +dog startled every one.</p>
 +
 +<p>Instantaneously the tramp of many feet smote the ears of
 +the imperiled ones, and a circle of Indians seemed to rise
 +from the earth.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Spare all!” was heard the voice of Jim Girty, as he rushed
 +forward, at the head of the main band.</p>
 +
 +<p>He met the man he feared&mdash;the strong hermit&mdash;in whose
 +arms he was but a child.</p>
 +
 +<p>Hewitt raised the renegade above his head, and tossed him
 +far out into the Scioto. Oonalooska fought nobly, and would
 +have escaped had he not stumbled over a prostrate Indian,
 +and been seized before he could rise. Mayne Fairfax,
 +weak from his wounds, did not resist, and he and Eudora,
 +who fought valiantly with clubbed rifle, were made prisoners.</p>
 +
 +<p>It cost the Shawnees a Herculean struggle to secure the
 +hermit and it was not until the entire band rushed upon him
 +<i lang="fr" xml:lang="fr">en masse</i> , that he became a captive.</p>
 +
 +<p>At the conclusion of the victory, a chief sent a shrill whoop
 +through the forest.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Why shout the Shawnees?” asked the hermit, with a
 +nonchalance which, under the circumstances was truly wonderful.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Manitowoc calls Tecumseh,” was the reply. “The
 +great chief and Alaska are at the Lone Man’s hole in the
 +ground.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[36]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>The reply sent an indescribable feeling to the prisoners’
 +hearts, and no wonder.</p>
 +
 +<p>All&mdash;with, perhaps, a single exception&mdash;felt that they
 +had marched from the cave to doom.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER VII</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">ALASKA IN HER FRENZY.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> shrill whoop was answered by the glare of a multitude
 +of torches, and the rushing sound of many feet.</p>
 +
 +<p>All the prisoners, save Oonalooska, were unbound, but
 +closely guarded. The swarthy Shawnee stood proudly erect,
 +with his hands tied upon his back, and his nether limbs bound
 +by tried deer-thongs. He looked defiance at his captors, in
 +whose faces he read the terrible doom. Tecumseh would speak
 +for him when he arrived.</p>
 +
 +<p>Suddenly the great chief halted before the circle, and a
 +shout of triumph parted his red lips as his eyes fell upon
 +Oonalooska. The captive calmly returned that vengeful
 +look, and something like a sarcastic smile, played with his
 +lips.</p>
 +
 +<p>A step behind Tecumseh towered Alaska, the Wolf-Queen,
 +and a wild cry rose from her throat, as she discovered Eudora,
 +standing beside the hermit, who seemed her mighty protector.</p>
 +
 +<p>The next moment she flung her torch to the earth, and
 +caught up one of her mad black wolves. Her eyes flashed
 +their fire upon the maiden, as she executed a forward step,
 +with the snarling animal poised above her head. Her mad
 +intention could not be mistaken. She had long been in the
 +habit of hurling her animals upon the objects of her vengeance,
 +and the white, glistening teeth were instantly buried
 +in that with which they came in contact.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now for Eudora’s delicate flesh were these dread fangs intended,
 +and before the maid could shrink, the wolf went hissing
 +through the air. A shriek parted the girl’s pale lips, as<span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[37]</span>
 +the giant hermit threw himself before her, and his great hand
 +shot forward, to close on the animal’s throat.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Indians shrunk back, amazed at the dexterity and fearlessness
 +displayed by the hermit, whose teeth were gritted, and
 +whose eyes glared at the Wolf-Queen, as he throttled her pet
 +at arm’s length.</p>
 +
 +<p>Not a sound disturbed the scene, save the frantic gasps for
 +fleeting breath made by the dying wolf. Even Alaska stared
 +aghast, unable to move, and the remainder of her wolfish
 +guard crouched at her feet, and quietly watched the death of
 +their companion.</p>
 +
 +<p>At length a shudder passed over the animal’s frame, and the
 +hermit tossed him at Alaska’s feet.</p>
 +
 +<p>That action aroused the queen.</p>
 +
 +<p>Quick as thought she stooped and seized a second wolf,
 +when Tecumseh threw himself between her and the hermit.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Lone Man will kill all Alaska’s children,” he said,
 +gazing straight into her eyes. “If she would save the rest, let
 +her give him over to Tecumseh, and he shall die in the great
 +lodge.”</p>
 +
 +<p>A change suddenly became visible in the mad-woman’s
 +eyes, and she dropped the wolf she had raised.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” she laughed, “the Lone Man shall be
 +torn to pieces by Alaska’s children in the great lodge, and the
 +Pale Flower and her lover shall die there, too. But, ho! ho!
 +who have we here? The White Wolf, ha! ha! ha!” and her
 +eyes fell upon the renegade, who had just emerged, dripping,
 +from the river.</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh turned upon him.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The White Wolf is faithful,” he said. “He has captured
 +the white ones, and the red traitor,” and he added in a tone
 +unheard by Alaska, “Tecumseh will keep his promise.”</p>
 +
 +<p>A moment later the whites were bound, and Tecumseh ordered
 +the return to the village. As the band started forward
 +the hermit called the chief to his side.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The young white hunter is weak,” he said, nodding to
 +Mayne Fairfax, who tottered along like a drunken man. “He
 +fell beneath Alaska’s wolf and arrow. The Lone Man would
 +support the young hunter.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[38]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh owned a heart susceptible of pity, and he commanded
 +the hands of the hermit to be made free.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Now let the Lone Man support the young hunter,” he
 +said, returning to the head of his band, and Mayne Fairfax
 +acknowledged the Indian’s kindness in audible tones, as he
 +stepped to Hewitt’s side, and leaned upon his strong arm.</p>
 +
 +<p>During that midnight march the Shawnees taunted Oonalooska
 +with the fate in store for him. He maintained a taciturnity
 +for a long time, when a remark from Tecumseh drew
 +forth the words that bubbled to his lips.</p>
 +
 +<p>The chief called his red prisoner the son of a sorcerer, for
 +against the father of Oonalooska, Tecumseh had long borne
 +a silent hatred.</p>
 +
 +<p>The words stung Oonalooska to the quick.</p>
 +
 +<p>“If Oonalooska’s father does talk with Watchemenetocs,
 +he never gave a poor Pale Flower a head as empty as the hollow
 +of his hand&mdash;he never made a prisoner a devil!”</p>
 +
 +<p>A flash of rage overspread Tecumseh’s face, and he wheeled
 +with uplifted tomahawk.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Strike!” hissed Oonalooska, shooting him a glance of resignation.
 +“Oonalooska is ready to enter the great lodge
 +among the stars. Yes, yes, Tecumseh’s father struck a squaw,
 +and made her a&mdash;”</p>
 +
 +<p>He suddenly paused, for the eyes of Alaska fell upon him.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh will not strike the traitor!” said the great Indian,
 +suddenly lowering the hatchet, and becoming wonderfully
 +calm. “He will see him die in the village&mdash;not by fire,
 +no, not by fire, for Tecumseh never burns an enemy.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Again the march was resumed, with Tecumseh thoughtful,
 +at the head of the band.</p>
 +
 +<p>By degrees Oonalooska approached the hermit, and at
 +length walked at his side.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oona,” said Hewitt, in the lowest of whispers, “when
 +struck Tecumseh’s father a white-face?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Many, oh, so many moons ago, when the ground was
 +white with feathers that fell from great birds in the clouds,”
 +was the figurative answer, as softly uttered as the question
 +had been.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Where is the pale-face now?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“She walks with her wolves,” was the reply, and the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[39]</span>
 +speaker bestowed a look upon Alaska, whose tranquil, almost
 +thoughtful countenance breathed not of insanity.</p>
 +
 +<p>Hewitt raised his eyes to a contemplation of her face, vividly
 +revealed by the glare of the torch borne by the brave in
 +advance of her.</p>
 +
 +<p>The workings of his countenance told that memory was
 +busy, and, as he turned his eyes from the lunatic, his lips
 +parted.</p>
 +
 +<p>“So like, yet so unlike,” he murmured. “Oh, my God, can
 +it be?&mdash;no, no, I will not think thus, and yet those lips&mdash;those
 +lips&mdash;God, why did I fly my home that fearful night?” he
 +suddenly interrupted himself, and a moment later he groaned.
 +“But my boy&mdash;my Edgar. Oh Heaven, does he live? Oonalooska!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Indian touched the hermit’s arm significantly.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oona, whence came poor mad Alaska?”</p>
 +
 +<p>Oonalooska started at the hermit’s tone.</p>
 +
 +<p>“From the great land beyond the northern Kiskepila Sepe,<a id="FNanchor_1" href="#Footnote_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a>
 +he answered.</p>
 +
 +<p>“From Virginia,” murmured Hewitt, “the land where I
 +was happy once. Oona?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Hush!” whispered the captive brave as a shout burst from
 +the vanguard. “The Shawnees are near their lodges.”</p>
 +
 +<p>A moment later, the prisoners gained the summit of a
 +high knoll, and, in the center of the valley that turned away
 +from its foot, nestled the Indian village, upon which the day
 +was breaking.</p>
 +
 +<p>Suddenly Alaska turned upon the hermit.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” she laughed, pointing toward the village.
 +“Yonder the Lone Man and his friends will feel the fangs of
 +Alaska’s children.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Never before, in the broad light of noon, had Hewitt been
 +so near the mad-woman, and as her eyes fell upon him he
 +started back, exclaiming:</p>
 +
 +<p>“My God! dispel my dreadful doubts. More like one,
 +once beloved by me, she grows!”</p>
 +
 +<p>And the queen laughed more discordantly at his words,
 +whose import she did not comprehend.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[40]</span></p>
 +
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VIII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER VIII</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">JIM GIRTY TRIUMPHS.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Jim Girty</span>, the renegade, lowered fierce looks upon the
 +hermit, as the band marched toward the village, and once or
 +twice his fingers clutched his tomahawk, whose keen edge he
 +would fain have buried in the giant’s brain. But he dared not
 +strike, for Hewitt was Tecumseh’s prisoner, and he bided his
 +time for vengeance.</p>
 +
 +<p>When Tecumseh returned to his lodge, after the destructive,
 +mysterious shots, Girty effected a reconciliation with him,
 +and was released. The renegade at once entered into the
 +plans of the chief for the recapture of the whites, and led a
 +band of braves to the banks of the Scioto to cut off their escape
 +in that direction. For he knew that the hermit would
 +never inhabit a cave without more than one avenue of escape,
 +and his belief was verified, as the reader has witnessed.</p>
 +
 +<p>Before departing on his mission, he had exacted from Tecumseh
 +an oath to the effect that Eudora, if recaptured, should
 +not be delivered over to the Wolf-Queen; but, on the contrary,
 +should remain his prisoner, as before.</p>
 +
 +<p>On the confines of the Indian “town” great numbers of
 +women and children greeted the triumphant band, but Tecumseh
 +would not permit a single birch to be applied to the persons
 +of his prisoners.</p>
 +
 +<p>Straight to the council-house marched the august chief
 +and an imperative wave of the hand summoned the warriors
 +to their accustomed positions.</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska followed, but paused without the line of braves, and
 +fixed her eyes upon Tecumseh.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The white-faces and the red traitor shall be tried at
 +once,” said the chief, striding to the center of the structure.
 +“The Pale Flower is White Chief’s prisoner. Now let Tecumseh’s
 +chiefs speak.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[41]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>For a moment silence reigned, and then the renegade
 +strode from his position.</p>
 +
 +<p>His baleful eyes flashed hatred upon the prisoners, who
 +stood bound, near the center post of the council-house,
 +and his words sounded like icy drops falling upon red-hot
 +iron.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The White Chief speaks for death,” he cried, “for death
 +at the stake! The pale-faces and the red-skinned traitor have
 +slain two of Tecumseh’s bravest chiefs. Shall they long escape
 +the doom they merit? I will claim my prisoner,” and
 +he strode toward Eudora. “Ha! girl!” he hissed, in her
 +ear, as his great hand closed on her delicate arm, “you never
 +dreamed that I am in league with powers not of earth. All
 +the powers of heaven and hell can not baffle Jim Girty. You
 +are mine&mdash;mine&mdash;mine! That word is sweeter to me than
 +wildwood honey.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“One word with her before we part,” said Mayne Fairfax,
 +smothering his rage, and stepping towards Eudora. “If
 +God permits devils to triumph, then we never meet again.
 +Eudora&mdash;”</p>
 +
 +<p>The captive turned, but ere Fairfax could execute another
 +step nearer her, Girty’s arm shot from his shoulder, and the
 +young hunter went to the earth like a stricken statue.</p>
 +
 +<p>“There! weakling!” cried the brute, darting a fierce look
 +upon his fallen foe. “I’ll teach you how to interfere in
 +other people’s business. Lay still there, or I’ll kick you to
 +pieces.”</p>
 +
 +<p>And again grasping Eudora’s arm, he hurried her toward
 +the further end of the council-house.</p>
 +
 +<p>The blow worked the hermit into a terrible passion, and
 +had his hands then been free, the renegade would have paid
 +dearly for the insult. Even mad Alaska did not witness the
 +scene without emotion, for she suddenly stooped and raised
 +one of her wolves above her head. But a look from Tecumseh,
 +to whom she looked as though for authority, subdued her
 +passion, and the animal was returned to his companions.</p>
 +
 +<p>After a while, Mayne Fairfax regained his senses, and
 +drew himself to his feet, by the aid of Hewitt’s garments.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oh, if I were free, boy!” whispered the giant, “I would
 +walk across this council-house and choke that devil to death<span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[42]</span>
 +But his time is coming. Hark! a new arrival!” and the hermit
 +listened to the shouts nearing them from beyond the collection
 +of lodges.</p>
 +
 +<p>The shouts rapidly increased in distinctness, and presently
 +the new-comers burst upon the sight of all.</p>
 +
 +<p>The party consisted of three half-naked braves, and Tecumseh’s
 +famous brother, the Prophet.</p>
 +
 +<p>Through his devilish incantations, Laulewasikaw swayed
 +the Indian mind to no common degree, and, sooner than disobey
 +his commands, the Shawnees would have plucked their
 +eyes from their sockets, or severed their most useful members.</p>
 +
 +<p>His arrival was quite unexpected, and Tecumseh’s countenance
 +told that he would rather that Laulewasikaw were at
 +that time in his lodge at Greenville.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Prophet advanced to the center of the house, and
 +greeted the warriors assembled, then strode to Tecumseh, with
 +whom he conversed for a short time in low tones. It was
 +plainly manifest that the conversation was not agreeable to
 +Tecumseh, for Laulewasikaw suddenly turned from him and
 +sought Jim Girty.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The council must proceed!” cried Tecumseh, intending,
 +if possible, to prevent a conversation between his brother and
 +the renegade. “The pale-faces must die, and the braves
 +know that Tecumseh burns no prisoners at the tree. What,
 +then, shall be their doom?”</p>
 +
 +<p>After a moment of deathly silence, several chiefs arose and
 +declared for <em>crawling</em> the gantlet, which punishment found
 +favor in the eyes of Tecumseh.</p>
 +
 +<p>“We will hear from Laulewasikaw, our Prophet,” said the
 +renegade. “He will talk with the Manitou.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh frowned at this, but he dared not cross the path
 +of his brother, the red sorcerer.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Prophet left Girty’s side and walked to the middle
 +ground. His single eye threw fierce glances at the three
 +prisoners, calmly awaiting their doom, and he knew that they
 +were in his power. His sorcery could doom them to any
 +death desirable.</p>
 +
 +<p>He drew a small bundle of sticks, tied with deer-thongs,
 +beneath his long robe, and spread them upon the ground,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[43]</span>
 +each the distance of several inches from its neighbors. Then
 +after mumbling some gibberish with upturned face, and hands
 +crossed upon his breast, he applied fire to the first stick. It
 +burned freely, and was soon consumed. Another and another
 +followed it to an ashy state, until every stick, save one, was
 +consumed, and the last stubbornly refused to burn!</p>
 +
 +<p>All eyes were centered upon the Prophet, during this heathenish
 +specimen of his sorcery, and around the lips of Tecumseh
 +played a smile of contempt.</p>
 +
 +<p>In the great Shawnee’s mind there always existed a disbelief
 +in sorcery, and at times he was outspoken against the
 +black arts his brother practiced. But, in a convocation of his
 +chiefs and warriors, he never dared to declaim against Laulewasikaw.</p>
 +
 +<p>After several efforts&mdash;persistent ones they seemed to all
 +save the prisoners&mdash;to fire the last and stubborn stick, the
 +Prophet rose to his feet.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The great Prophet of the Manitou will speak the doom
 +of the pale lips, and their brother, the red traitor. The Manitou
 +speaks through Laulewasikaw: ‘<em>The skin must be torn
 +from their bodies, when the Manitou’s lights appear, and then
 +they must burn!</em>’”</p>
 +
 +<p>This terrible doom sent a thrill to every heart beneath the
 +roof of the council-house, and drew a shriek from Eudora’s
 +bloodless lips.</p>
 +
 +<p>“My God!” cried Fairfax with pallid cheeks&mdash;for well
 +might that sentence, which even Tecumseh could not affect,
 +drive the color from the bravest face. “Flayed alive, and then
 +burned!”</p>
 +
 +<p>All knew that such a doom had resulted from Laulewasikaw’s
 +brief conversation with the renegade.</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh made an effort to throw it aside. He argued eloquently
 +against its brutality, but all to no effect. He reminded
 +his braves that since he became a chief no prisoner had
 +died at the stake, and to sustain his honour, he hoped that
 +their votes would sustain him.</p>
 +
 +<p>Briefly, sneeringly, and bitterly Laulewasikaw replied:</p>
 +
 +<p>“Dared the Shawnees disobey the commands of the Great
 +Spirit? If so, let them abide the consequences, which would
 +prove swift and terrible.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[44]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Seeing himself defeated, Tecumseh turned his back upon
 +his brother, and commanded the voting to proceed.</p>
 +
 +<p>The sole ballot, a great club, upon which were carved many
 +devices intelligible only to the savage mind, was handed to the
 +nearest warrior. Around the circle it swiftly passed. Those
 +who decided for death by crawling the gantlet, struck the
 +earth once with the club; those who decided for the dreadful
 +doom pronounced by the sorcerer, bestowed two blows upon
 +<i lang="la" xml:lang="la">terra-firma</i>.</p>
 +
 +<p>Our friends held their breath as the club went round the living,
 +doomful circle, and ere it returned to him who first handed
 +it, they read the decision.</p>
 +
 +<p>Nearly twenty braves had the manhood to sustain Tecumseh’s
 +honor; but the others, slaves to the prophet’s cunning,
 +decided the vote.</p>
 +
 +<p><em>Flayed alive and then burned!</em></p>
 +
 +<p>The result was hailed with gleeful shouts by the concourse
 +of squaws assembled beyond the circle of warriors.</p>
 +
 +<p>“To the strong lodge with the prisoners!” commanded Tecumseh,
 +vainly trying to bridle his rage. “Great Spirit, know
 +that Tecumseh does not sanction the work of Watchemenetoc.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Among the braves who sprung forward to obey his command
 +was the renegade, who did not attempt to conceal his
 +triumph.</p>
 +
 +<p>“<em>I</em> hold the best hand, now,” he hissed, as he paused before
 +the giant hermit. “I’ll blunt the keen edge of my knife,
 +and it will <em>tear</em> the covering from your heart.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit gritted his teeth, and something like a tremor
 +passed over his frame. It was the tremor attesting the gathering
 +of his Samsonian strength. The next moment, his bonds
 +burst with a sharp noise, and his fingers griped Jim Girty’s
 +throat!</p>
 +
 +<p>Tighter and tighter grew the terrible grip; Girty’s eyes
 +stared wildly at his foe, his tongue protruded from his throat,
 +and his color changed to a sickly hue.</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh smiled at Hewitt’s action, and looked for Alaska;
 +but she and her wolves stood not among the throng of
 +women.</p>
 +
 +<p>For some moments the savages gazed upon the scene spellbound,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[45]</span>
 +when, with sudden impulse, they sprung at the giant.
 +A score of hands grasped his arm, and, unresisting, he let
 +Girty slide from his grip to the earth, where he lay blackened
 +and motionless.</p>
 +
 +<p>The next moment they were being hurried toward the
 +prison-lodge, there to await their dreadful doom.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I guess I’ve choked that devil to death,” whispered Hewitt
 +to the weak young hunter, whom he supported at his side.
 +“But I guess, too, that we’re in for it to-night, unless something
 +mighty uncommon turns up. I thought that mad-woman
 +would do something for us; but I reckon that she sees
 +revenge in the fate proclaimed for us by the man she hates.
 +Oh! I’d like to know who she is; but I guess that I will
 +never know now.”</p>
 +
 +<p>A few minutes later, the door of the strong hut closed behind
 +them.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IX"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER IX</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">ONE OF ALASKA’S WHIMS.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">While</span> the Shawnee council was deciding the doom of the
 +three hunters, Alaska silently left the spot, and sought her
 +wigwam. Her countenance bore but few traces of insanity.
 +The wild fire of lunacy had grown dim in her eyes, and a
 +casual observer would have believed her possessed of sanity.</p>
 +
 +<p>From a cache beneath several strips of bark, comprising a
 +portion of the floor of her lodge, she drew some large pieces
 +of illy-cooked venison which she fed to her wolves that
 +crowded around, eager for their daily repast.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ah! my children!” she cried, as piece after piece of venison
 +dropped into the red mouths; “the White Chief would
 +cheat you out of the meat of the pale-faces, and Oonalooska,
 +the red traitor. Shall he do it? The giant slew Lupino,
 +your brother, and now he is among our lodges. Hist!” and
 +springing to her feet, she bounded to the door of the wigwam.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The council is ended, and the red-men conduct the three<span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[46]</span>
 +pale men to the strong lodge. But, ha! ha! ha! why leans
 +the White Chief on the shoulder of Laulewasikaw? He walks
 +as though he were drunk with the fire-water of the pale-faces
 +in Chillicothe. And the White Lily walks beside Kalaska, to
 +the White Chief’s lodge. Why is all this? Alaska’s ears
 +must hear it!” and from the lodge she bounded toward the
 +party who were just leaving the council-house.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Whose fingers closed on White Chief’s throat?” she demanded
 +of the Prophet, when her eye&mdash;once more fired with
 +insanity&mdash;fell upon the renegade’s throat.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The giant pale-face,” answered the sorcerer. “He dies to-night.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes, curse him!” hissed Jim Girty, placing his hand on
 +his throat, which still bore the marks of Hewitt’s fingers, “I’ll
 +file teeth in my knife, and by Heaven! I’ll saw his skin off
 +by inches! Then I’ll throw him to Alaska’s wolves.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The renegade’s words did not please the mad queen.</p>
 +
 +<p>“When the White Chief throws the Lone Man to Alaska’s
 +children, his flesh would be cold,” she said. “They shall not
 +touch him after the White Chief’s knife has robbed him of
 +his skin. They shall tear his throat, and the throats, too, of
 +the young hunter and Oonalooska.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Curse her mad whims!” grated Girty, motioning the
 +Prophet to resume his march.</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska did not follow, but turned on her heel and resought
 +her lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The White Chief must keep his eyes on Alaska,” said
 +Laulewasikaw, “or she will have her wolves upon the Shawnees’
 +prisoners, and his knife will not touch their flesh.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I will watch the mad she-devil,” hissed the renegade.
 +“When night comes, I will throw a guard around her wigwam,
 +and she shall be my prisoner until the bones of the
 +hated three become ashes beneath the stake.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“But who will be so brave as to guard Alaska and her
 +wolves?” asked the Prophet.</p>
 +
 +<p>The question nonplussed the renegade.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ah! the White Chief is puzzled!” said Laulewasikaw;
 +“but the Great Prophet of the Shawnees can cut the sinews.
 +In his paint-bag he carries the juice of a leaf that kills.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The eyes of the renegade lighted up with a new, fierce<span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[47]</span>
 +fire, and he bade the Prophet keep silent until some future
 +time.</p>
 +
 +<p>The remainder of the distance to the renegade’s lodge was
 +traversed in silence, and again Eudora found herself beneath
 +Jim Girty’s roof.</p>
 +
 +<p>“My throat feels better, now,” he said. “Oh, curse that
 +giant villain; his hand seemed a mighty vice moved by some
 +infernal machinery, and I saw every star that ever glittered
 +in the sky since the creation. Now let Laulewasikaw speak
 +of the leaf that kills.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Thus spoke the renegade when the twain found themselves
 +in a lodge, belonging, by the right of erection, to the
 +Prophet. Several guards had been stationed by Eudora’s
 +prison, rendering her escape impossible.</p>
 +
 +<p>Before the Prophet answered Girty, he drew a bunch of
 +leaves from his medicine-pouch, and bruised them between
 +two small, flat stones. A greenish liquid exuded from the
 +leaves, and into this the Indian dipped his finger.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Long ago Laulewasikaw discovered the juice that kills,”
 +said the Prophet, looking up at Girty, who had watched his
 +movements with feverish impatience. “Now let the White
 +Chief and a trusty brave go to Alaska’s lodge, and let him
 +throw to her wolves venison drunk with the juice of Watchemenetoc’s
 +plant. Without her wolves, Alaska can do nothing.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I fear not the mad queen,” said Girty; “but her
 +wolves.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Has the White Chief a brave in his band who is not
 +afraid to enter Alaska’s lodge?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes,” said Girty, quickly. “Newaska is welcome to
 +Alaska’s lodge. Her wolves wag their tails when he approaches.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ah! he shall go!” cried the Prophet. “When the sun
 +goes down he must go to the queen’s lodge, and awhile after
 +he has sat down in the midst of her children, we will take
 +the prisoners to the forest.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I will seek Newaska at once,” cried the renegade, springing
 +to his feet. “My hour of triumph over all I hate is at
 +hand, and once more Jim Girty will be enemyless!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Prophet remained in the lodge, and a short time<span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[48]</span>
 +after the renegade’s departure, a young brave entered the
 +structure.</p>
 +
 +<p>It was Newaska, the young warrior deputed to poison
 +Alaska’s wolves.</p>
 +
 +<p>For a number of years the young Shawnee had been a
 +favorite of the Wolf-Queen’s; often he had slept in her double
 +lodge, and caressed the lupine gang whose fangs were harmless
 +playthings to him. But, by and by Jim Girty drew him
 +into his band of merciless braves, and Newaska became the
 +renegade’s most pliant tool.</p>
 +
 +<p>To the Prophet, by the poisoner, the White Chief sent
 +several pieces of venison, into which the sorcerer infused a
 +quantity of the juice of the deadly nightshade.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Now,” said he, “Newaska will throw the venison to
 +Alaska’s children, and step from her lodge.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“When does it send them on the trail of death?” asked
 +the young brave, thrusting the meat into a pouch beneath his
 +robe.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Before Newaska can repeat the names of the chiefs of
 +his nation,” was the reply. “He must get Alaska beyond
 +his sight before he feeds her children.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Newaska will work like the serpent,” said the brave, and
 +glided from the Prophet’s lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>Meanwhile the day passed quickly to the doomed prisoners in
 +the strong lodge. They saw no hope with cheering lay ahead.</p>
 +
 +<p>Oonalooska was sullen and silent; and, weakened by the
 +scenes through which he had passed within the last twenty-four
 +hours, and his wounds irritated by fatigue, Mayne Fairfax
 +slumbered.</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit’s spirits did not desert him. Now and then
 +he would walk to the heavy oaken door, shaped and hung by
 +Girty’s hands, whence he would shower defiant words upon
 +his guards.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I say,” he cried once, “did I choke the white devil to
 +death?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“No,” answer the only guard who replied to him; “the
 +White Chief is in the Prophet’s lodge.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Still at his old trade!” returned Hewitt, “plotting
 +chief. I want another chance at him to-night, and I hope
 +and pray that I may get it.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_49">[49]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“The pale giant should sing his death-song,” said the
 +guard. “The great light of the Manitou nears the hills, and
 +when the lesser lights come forth, we will lead the three to
 +the trees.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Where’s Tecumseh?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh sits in his lodge. He has spoken against the
 +great Prophet, and the Manitou is angry with him. He
 +can not save the enemies of the Shawnees from being skinned
 +and burned.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Hewitt knew that, and turned from the door.</p>
 +
 +<p>In silence another hour passed, and through the crevices
 +our three friends saw the light fade, and the stars come
 +forth.</p>
 +
 +<p>Suddenly many feet approached the prison, and the
 +door was thrown open. A band of four-score warriors,
 +headed by Jim Girty, greeted the eyes of the trio, and soon
 +they were marching to the already blackened trees, at
 +which more than one brave life had gone out amid flames.</p>
 +
 +<p>“See!” cried Girty, thrusting into the hermit’s face, a blade
 +which he had converted into a saw. “Didn’t I say that I
 +would <em>saw</em> your skin off? By heaven! I’m going to do
 +more than that! You shall eat that weakling’s heart;” and
 +the brute’s hand pointed at Mayne Fairfax.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Courage, boy, courage!” whispered the hermit, as the
 +renegade returned to the head of the band. “If they just
 +free my hands a moment, I’ll rid the world of a devil. I’ll
 +make sure work of him, this time.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I fear not death!” answered the young man. “But the
 +thought that I must leave Eudora in the hands of that demon.
 +Oh, it is terrible!”</p>
 +
 +<p>As the band hurried through the village Hewitt noticed
 +the absence of the women and children, who always showed
 +themselves on such occasions.</p>
 +
 +<p>Regarding their absence he questioned a Shawnee, who
 +walked at his side.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The squaws are at the trees,” was the reply, “and there,
 +too, stand all the warriors, waiting to see the captives die.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The band was near Alaska’s lodge, when, suddenly, the
 +yelp of a wolf, quickly followed by a human voice, half-shriek&mdash;half-groan,
 +fell distinctly upon the ears of all.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_50">[50]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“That means something,” whispered Hewitt to the young
 +hunter, and in the darkness Oonalooska’s finger pressed the
 +giant’s shoulder.</p>
 +
 +<p>The strange cry caused the renegade to start, and he and
 +the Prophet exchanged fearful glances.</p>
 +
 +<p>A moment later the captives were hurried forward on a
 +run!</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_X"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER X</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE FATE OF WELL-LAID PLANS.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p>“<span class="smcap">Newaska</span> is welcome to Alaska’s lodge,” and the mad
 +queen smiled as she led the young sub-chief to a couch of
 +skins. “A moon has faded since he darkened Alaska’s door
 +and her children have looked a long time for him in vain.
 +See how glad they are to meet him!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The brave stroked the shaggy backs of the animals that
 +gathered around, manifesting signs of joy at his return, and
 +the Wolf-Queen looked admiringly on.</p>
 +
 +<p>“When do the pale-faces die?” asked Alaska.</p>
 +
 +<p>“When the Manitou trims his fires,” replied Newaska.
 +“The White Chief has promised to tell Alaska when the
 +hour comes.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“The White chief is a serpent,” hissed the mad-woman.
 +“If he could, he would deceive Alaska, but she will triumph
 +over him at last. Newaska, whence came the giant hunter?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“From his hole in the ground, as Alaska well knows,”
 +was the reply.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska knows that, but whence came he <em>to</em> his hole in
 +the earth?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Newaska knows not. Why does Alaska ask?”</p>
 +
 +<p>The queen pressed her hands against her temples, and for
 +a long time was silent, while the light of reason illumined her
 +countenance.</p>
 +
 +<p>It surprised Newaska.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oh, once Alaska’s head was not sore,” she said, expressing<span class="pagenum" id="Page_51">[51]</span>
 +insanity in her feeble way. “A long time&mdash;many moons ago,
 +she saw eyes as black as the big hermit’s. Alaska had a little
 +boy once. But see! dark shadows flit apast Alaska’s door.”
 +Thus suddenly interrupting herself, she drew aside the curtain
 +of skins that served for a door, and beheld a gang of women
 +and children hurrying toward the northern confines of the
 +village.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Whither go the squaws and young warriors of the Shawnees?
 +she asked, turning suddenly upon Newaska. “Do they
 +seek the stakes?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“No,” answered the Shawnee, “they go to the wood to cut
 +boughs for their fires. Did Alaska not notice that each squaw,
 +and even the young Shawnees, bore a knife?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska’s eyes were not shut,” the Wolf-Queen replied,
 +not satisfied&mdash;as her manner indicated&mdash;with Newaska’s artful
 +answer. “Alaska will go abroad&mdash;for the White Chief may
 +<em>forget</em> to tell me when they lead the captives to the
 +trees.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Let Alaska remain,” cried the deputed poisoner, springing
 +to his feet and grasping the mad queen’s arm. “If Alaska
 +will retire to her sleeping room, Newaska will go and discover
 +when they lead the prisoners forth. The White Chief
 +would be angry, were our queen to seek him ere he put on his
 +torture dress. Will Alaska obey Newaska?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes,” was the reply, and the fire in her eyes suddenly
 +went out.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska will remain in her sleeping-room till Newaska returns.
 +He can take her wolves with him if he chooses. They
 +will follow Newaska.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Newaska will take the wolves,” said the brave, as Alaska
 +disappeared beyond the skin partition that divided the two
 +apartments. “But first he will put a collar on Letheto.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The treacherous red-skin possessed the Wolf-Queen’s entire
 +confidence, and, under pretext of collaring Letheto, he prepared
 +for his work.</p>
 +
 +<p>He first stepped to the door and heard the tramp of the
 +band that bore the doomed captives to the fatal trees that
 +crowned the hills above the “town.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Newaska must to work,” he muttered, “and when the
 +White Chief passes the wigwam he will join him.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_52">[52]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>He drew the meat from his pouch, and threw it before the
 +mad queen’s wolves. With one accord, the lupine band
 +dashed for it, and one of the largest secured it. The effect
 +began immediately, for the wolf retired to one corner of the
 +room and laid down. Another piece of meat quickly followed
 +the first, and a second wolf slunk from the gang, never
 +to rejoin it again.</p>
 +
 +<p>Not a sound came from the apartment to which Alaska
 +had retired, and the prisoner congratulated himself on his
 +success.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Here, Letheto,” he called to the fiercest of the wolves,
 +extending a hunk of the poisoned venison to the monster
 +creature. “Newaska&mdash;”</p>
 +
 +<p>There was a sudden parting of the curtains, and the wolves
 +mistress appeared!</p>
 +
 +<p>“Why tarries Newaska in Alaska’s lodge?” she demanded,
 +gazing upon the savage’s fearful face, revealed by the light
 +thrown out from the dying fire in the center of the lodge.
 +“Ha! he fears Alaska’s wolves. Does he not know that no
 +hand save Alaska’s shall give them meat?”</p>
 +
 +<p>Before an answer could be framed, a terrible light shot from
 +the mad queen’s distended eyes, and her bony hand closed on
 +the prisoner’s throat.</p>
 +
 +<p>A cry, half-shriek, half-groan, welled from Newaska’s heart,
 +as the fingers tightened on his throat, and he felt himself
 +hurled back.</p>
 +
 +<p>The next moment several heavy weights fell upon him;
 +he felt dreadful fangs pulling at his throat; then sense left
 +him; he gasped once or twice, a tremor crept over his frame,
 +and life was ended for Newaska.</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska tried to save the young chief when it was too late&mdash;when
 +Letheto’s sharp teeth had severed his jugulars, for it
 +seemed that not until then did she recognize his danger.</p>
 +
 +<p>“See!” she cried, as she tore the wolves from the inanimate
 +but still warm body, “he killed two of Alaska’s children!
 +He killed them with his meat! Oh, why did the Great Spirit
 +permit this? Alaska never harmed Newaska! When he
 +became one of White Chief’s braves, she did not say no.
 +White Chief! Oh, he did this&mdash;he, the child of Watchemenetoc.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_53">[53]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>As she finished, she caught the two dead wolves in her
 +arms, and darted from the lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>Beyond its portals she paused, and a minute later was about
 +to dart toward the renegade’s lodge, when voices came to her
 +ears from the hills to her right.</p>
 +
 +<p>“They are at the trees!” she cried. “White Chief’s knife
 +shall not strip the captives’ skins off. Alaska’s head is hot
 +now, and her wolves must drink of the white man’s blood.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The last sentence was uttered while she bounded from the
 +village, followed by the nine remaining wolves of her once
 +invincible band.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="tb" />
 +
 +<p>“Strip the white louts!” commenced Jim Girty, furious
 +with hellish anticipation, as he halted on one of the wooded
 +hills crowned by a large concourse of women and children,
 +whose whetted knives and repulsive faces told how eager they
 +were to dye their hands in the captives’ blood.</p>
 +
 +<p>To the waists our three friends were hurriedly stripped, and
 +bound to as many trees.</p>
 +
 +<p>The squaws had built several large fires, which lent a tragic
 +coloring that is indescribable to the nocturnal scene, and
 +it was with great difficulty on the part of Girty and the Prophet,
 +that they could be restrained from rushing upon the
 +prisoners in a body and hacking them to pieces. But the
 +renegade threw a line of warriors between them and the trees,
 +and impatiently awaited the completion of the stripping process.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Now!” he shouted, with fiendish glee, springing forward
 +at last with the saw-blade flashing above his head, “I will
 +skin the Giant devil, and then the Shawnees can torture the
 +red traitor, and the weakling!”</p>
 +
 +<p>Hewitt regarded the renegade with a calm look, as he strode
 +forward, hissing his triumph from between clenched teeth.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I told you so, you giant white dog. Now for a square
 +inch of your accursed hide.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The ragged blade descended; it had touched Hewitt’s
 +breast, and was red with his blood, when a shout greeted the
 +renegade’s ears.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska!”</p>
 +
 +<p>A frightful oath, that would have shamed devils, shot from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_54">[54]</span>
 +Jim Girty’s lips, and, as he turned with crimsoned blade, he
 +saw the crowd making way for the mad queen, clothed in a
 +passion born in Pandemonium.</p>
 +
 +<p>He turned to the Prophet with a mute appeal for aid, but
 +Laulewasikaw shrunk from the crazy woman, and hid himself
 +behind a tree.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Shawnees had never beheld Alaska in such a frenzy
 +and, with shrieks, they fled from her, as though she were living
 +contagion.</p>
 +
 +<p>Even the bravest warrior fled like a frightened deer, and
 +the forest resounded with flying footsteps.</p>
 +
 +<p>Jim Girty could not fly. The sight of the mad-woman
 +riveted him to the spot, and his knees smote one another,
 +even as Belshazzar’s smote at his doom on the palace
 +walls.</p>
 +
 +<p>Suddenly at his feet Alaska threw the poisoned wolves,
 +and fastened her gaze upon his icy face, where cold sweatdrops
 +were forming.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The White Chief sent Newaska with poisoned meat to
 +Alaska’s lodge!” she hissed. “There lies Newaska’s work!
 +The red snake lies in Alaska’s wigwam, with great holes in
 +his throat.”</p>
 +
 +<p>As she spoke, she neared Girty, holding a writhing wolf
 +above her head.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Letheto’s fangs shall kiss each other in White Chief’s
 +throat!” she continued, and the wolf was lowered.</p>
 +
 +<p>With his eyes starting from their sockets, Girty, devoid of
 +volition, awaited his doom.</p>
 +
 +<p>The wolf’s hot breath almost scorched his face, and, as the
 +jaws flew open to close on his throat, Tecumseh sprung to
 +Alaska’s side.</p>
 +
 +<p>The renegade drew a breath of relief.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska must not slay the White Chief,” said the sachem,
 +calmly meeting the fiery gaze she shot at him.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Why?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Long ago he snatched Tecumseh’s son from the waves
 +of the Scioto.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Almost instantly the frenzy abated, which was a wonderful
 +proof of the influence Tecumseh possessed over poor,
 +mad Alaska.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_55">[55]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska loves Tecumseh,” she said; “but the captives?
 +and her eyes fell upon the trio at the trees.</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh’s gaze followed the mad queen’s, but he said
 +nothing.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Let them be Alaska’s prisoners,” suddenly cried the
 +Wolf-Queen. “Let them return to the strong lodge, and
 +when Alaska has mourned for her two children, killed by
 +Newaska, she will deal with them.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Thus it shall be,” said Tecumseh, and, at his command,
 +the three prisoners were taken from the stakes.</p>
 +
 +<p>Theirs was a miraculous escape, and Hewitt saw a kind
 +light in Tecumseh’s eyes, as he turned toward the village.</p>
 +
 +<p>Unknown to the renegade, Tecumseh and his body-guard
 +of tried braves had glided into the forest, for the purpose, if
 +it were possible, to save the captives from the terrible death,
 +so against his feelings.</p>
 +
 +<p>“We’re free, yet prisoners, boy,” whispered Hewitt to Fairfax,
 +as he walked along. “But so long as that Jim Girty
 +lives our lives hang on threads. I wish he’d let Tecumseh’s
 +little greaser drown, and then Alaska would have killed
 +him. Did the devils tear your linen off when they stripped
 +me?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes; but I don’t mind it,” said Mayne, with a smile.
 +“Our escape drives my hurts from my mind. I am saved
 +for Eudora yet.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit sighed audibly, and called Tecumseh to his
 +side.</p>
 +
 +<p>He pointed to our hero’s wound.</p>
 +
 +<p>“It shall be dressed,” said the chief, and he threw his
 +blanket over Mayne’s shoulders, for the night-air was chilling.</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska witnessed the humane action.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The young hunter shall go to Alaska’s lodge,” she said,
 +springing to Mayne’s side. “She will cure him, and make
 +him fat for her wolves.”</p>
 +
 +<p>A shiver crept to the young man’s heart.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Don’t say no, boy,” whispered Hewitt. “Good’ll come
 +of it. Go with the poor creature, and mebbe she’ll
 +change her mind, and make you her boy. Crazy people
 +take strange notions sometimes.”</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_56">[56]</span></p>
 +
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XI"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XI</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE MOLES ON THE SHOULDER.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">When</span> Alaska rekindled the fire in her lodge, a horrible
 +sight met Mayne Fairfax’s gaze.</p>
 +
 +<p>Stiff and bloody, in one corner of the first apartment, lay
 +Newaska, a terrible example of the vengeance of the wolf.
 +His eyes, pregnant with the stare of death, were wide extended,
 +and the lifeless balls seemed bursting from their sockets.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed the mad-woman, pointing to the
 +ghastly corpse. “Newaska was loved by Alaska: but he
 +worked for the White Chief, and her children tore the great
 +veins in his throat.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Her own senses&mdash;if any that mad-woman possessed&mdash;disgusted
 +at the horrible sight, Alaska covered the corpse with
 +several robes, and threw more boughs on the fire.</p>
 +
 +<p>It was now near the silent midnight hour, and not a sound
 +telling of the recent turmoil, came to the Wolf-Queen’s lodge,
 +which, while she replenished the fire, the young man took occasion
 +to notice. It was large and commodious, that is, in
 +the eye of the Indian. The birchen walls were covered with
 +gaudy skins, fantastically arranged, and the natural floor was
 +hidden by thick mats, formed by Alaska’s hands. In one
 +corner of the first apartment lay the stiff form of Leperto,
 +slain by the mysterious shot from Hewitt’s cave, and over it
 +stood a wolf as sentry. The guard showed his teeth as Fairfax
 +entered the lodge, and each one of Alaska’s children&mdash;strange
 +progeny for a mad-woman!&mdash;seemed eager to bury
 +their fangs in the young hunter’s flesh.</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne Fairfax realized the danger he was in.</p>
 +
 +<p>Now the Wolf-Queen was calm and seemingly lucid; but
 +he knew not how soon the spasm of lunacy would take possession
 +of her injured brain, and the consequences of that
 +spasm he knew would be dreadful, for he was completely in
 +her power.</p>
 +
 +<p>For some minutes the mad queen busied herself with the<span class="pagenum" id="Page_57">[57]</span>
 +fire, when all at once she turned, and, grasping Fairfax’s arm
 +hurried him into the inner apartment.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Let the young pale-face recline upon the wild skins,” said
 +Alaska, pointing to a couch, deep with finely tanned skins, and
 +as soft as down. “Let him rest his limbs until Alaska brings
 +him the meat of the deer, and puts good herbs on his wounds.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Without a word Fairfax obeyed, and the Wolf-Queen glided
 +from the chamber.</p>
 +
 +<p>Beyond the partition the young hunter heard her bustling
 +about, now and then speaking a command to the wolves, that
 +seemed inclined to be obstreperous.</p>
 +
 +<p>At length she returned, and placed some smoking venison
 +before the hunter upon a strip of bark. In a wooden vessel
 +she bore some steaming gruel, which seemed to infuse strength
 +in the hunter’s frame. Mayne Fairfax sat up on the edge of
 +the couch as he discussed the repast, and from him the eyes
 +of the queen were never drawn.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Now,” said Alaska, as the hungry hunter drained the
 +wooden bowl, “Alaska will dress the white-face’s wounds.”</p>
 +
 +<p>That his wounds needed attention Fairfax well knew, for
 +they pained him exceedingly, and falling back upon the couch
 +he motioned to the queen to proceed.</p>
 +
 +<p>Instantly she rose and left the apartment, but soon returned,
 +bearing a cup, containing many kinds of bruised herbs.
 +Kneeling over the hunter she drew aside his hunting-shirt,
 +and displayed the bandages the hermit had placed over the
 +wound made by her barbed shaft.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” laughed the queen. “Alaska’s shaft struck
 +deep! and the young hunter was very near Kajai Manitou,
 +when the Lone Man shot Lupino.”</p>
 +
 +<p>As she spoke she continued to display the white flesh of
 +the hunter, and suddenly, as the hunting garments crept over
 +his right shoulder, she sprung to her feet with a guttural cry,
 +and stared at the member just exposed to view.</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne Fairfax looked up at her in amazement, and while
 +he could not fathom her strange action and emotion&mdash;for her
 +frame quivered like an aspen’s leaf&mdash;he divined the object at
 +which she stared.</p>
 +
 +<p>That object was nothing but three little moles upon the
 +hunter’s shoulder!</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_58">[58]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska gazed upon these spots for a moment, when she
 +darted from the lodge, leaving Fairfax at the mercy of her
 +wolves!</p>
 +
 +<p>She directed her steps toward Tecumseh’s lodge, in which
 +she found the mighty Shawnee partaking of some venison.</p>
 +
 +<p>He started upon the sudden entrance of the queen, and, almost
 +frightened at her wild look, sprung to his feet.</p>
 +
 +<p>Without speaking, Alaska clutched his arms, and pointed
 +toward her lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>“She has given the young white hunter to the wolves,” was
 +Tecumseh’s mental ejaculation; and, a moment later, the red
 +and white twain were flying toward Alaska’s lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>The appearance of their queen frightened the wolves from
 +a meditated attack upon the wounded hunter, and, drawing
 +Tecumseh into the inner room, Alaska pointed to the three
 +moles on the shoulder.</p>
 +
 +<p>The chief looked at it a moment, and then turned to Alaska
 +with an inquiring look.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ha! ha! ha! Long ago Alaska had a little boy,” said
 +the mad queen. “Oh, it was long, long ago; how long
 +Alaska don’t know. Oh, what hurts poor Alaska’s head?”
 +and she covered her temples with her bony, bloodless hands.</p>
 +
 +<p>Memory would return to the poor woman, but, unaccompanied
 +by reason, it seemed of little account.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes, yes,” she cried, throwing herself before Fairfax, and
 +fastening her dark eyes on the three spots. “Alaska had a
 +little boy once, and he had three marks on his shoulder, just
 +like these,” and her finger touched the birth marks. “Oh,
 +it was many, many moons ago, when Alaska had no wolves.
 +But the Great Spirit has given Alaska her little boy again,
 +and he shall become a Shawnee&mdash;he shall not die. He shall
 +be King of the Wolves!”</p>
 +
 +<p>While she spoke, Tecumseh glided from the lodge, and resought
 +his own.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The white hunter may be Alaska’s boy,” he muttered,
 +“for Puekeshinwa, Tecumseh’s father, spoke thus many
 +snows ago. Then he will not die.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne Fairfax listened a long time to Alaska’s words, before
 +he spoke.</p>
 +
 +<p>He knew well his parentage&mdash;that he was the child of<span class="pagenum" id="Page_59">[59]</span>
 +Ronald Fairfax. His first recollections were of Fairfax
 +manor, and he, of course, believed himself to be a Fairfax.
 +The moles on his shoulder he believed to be mere accidental
 +counterparts of those on the person of a child loved by
 +Alaska before her days of lunacy&mdash;and he resolved not to
 +gainsay the mad queen, for the moles might prove the means
 +of saving his life, and perhaps instrumental in the rescue of
 +Eudora, and the prisoners of the strong lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The white hunter is Alaska’s little boy,” he said, smiling
 +at the oddity of his own words, “and he will be King
 +of the Wolves. Let Alaska haste to make him well, and he
 +will tame all the wolves in the great forests, and become
 +their White King.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“And will Alaska’s child hate the White Chief?” she
 +asked, with great eagerness.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes,” answered Mayne, and he continued, inaudibly,
 +“God knows my heart spoke then.”</p>
 +
 +<p>His words brought a laugh to Alaska’s lips, and continually
 +calling him her “little boy,” she applied bruised and
 +emollient herbs to his wounds, and the young Virginian, assured
 +of his safety, so far as the mad queen’s protection went,
 +received new strength. With such a potent protector as she,
 +white nor Indian would not dare seek his life.</p>
 +
 +<p>But he was soon to be divested of that consoling thought.</p>
 +
 +<p>After his wounds were dressed, young Fairfax fell back
 +on the couch, and was soon enjoying the sweetest sleep he
 +had known for many hours.</p>
 +
 +<p>Once, between midnight and dawn, Alaska’s face looked
 +down upon his, upon which a stray moonbeam fell, bathing
 +its paleness in indescribable beauty.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes, yes,” she murmured, turning reluctantly away, “Co
 +Hago, the King of the Wolves, is Alaska’s little boy, and he
 +who touches a hair of his head shall go to Watchemenetoc
 +from the jaws of her wolves. How good the Great Spirit
 +was to send Alaska her boy! For many moons poor Alaska
 +thought that Newaska was her son, but now she knows that
 +her pappoose had a skin as white as the water-flowers, and
 +little brown spots on his arm. Guard him well, Letheto,”
 +she said, bestowing a look upon the gaunt brute that lay at
 +the entrance of the apartment, where the young hunter<span class="pagenum" id="Page_60">[60]</span>
 +slept. “He is your king, now&mdash;<em>your king</em>, I say; and if the
 +children of Watchemenetoc walk over you to his heart&mdash;if you
 +sleep at his door&mdash;Alaska will throw you to your brethren,
 +and they shall devour your heart.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The animal threw a glance upward, as though he understood
 +her, and resumed his vigil.</p>
 +
 +<p>A kind spirit was ruling Alaska now, and, for once in
 +many hours, Mayne Fairfax slumbered without fear of molestation,
 +though in the jaws of death.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XII</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">NOT YET! NOT YET!</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">When</span> the door of the strong lodge again closed on Oonalooska
 +and the hermit, the former thrust something into the
 +latter’s hands.</p>
 +
 +<p>The fingers clutched it with eagerness. It was the hilt of
 +a long-bladed knife!</p>
 +
 +<p>“Where did you get this, chief?” asked the hermit, in a
 +low tone, which, to the listening guards beyond the wall, was
 +a confused murmur.</p>
 +
 +<p>“When Alaska took the young white hunter to her lodge,
 +Okolona’s hand thrust the knife into his son’s fingers. Ah!
 +big hunter, the old Medicine loves his boy!”</p>
 +
 +<p>“And I thank God for that love,” fervently responded
 +Hewitt. “With this knife we can cut the thick bark above
 +our heads, and the caged birds will be free again. Oonalooska,
 +we must first get beyond the Shawnees’ lodge, before
 +we can help the young hunter and the girl.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Indian acknowledged the giant’s argument.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Then let us escape to-night, and before another moon
 +we will return and rescue our friends. Alaska will not harm
 +that chap till his wounds have healed, and they will not heal
 +for two moons to come.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska and the Lone Man must lie in the strong
 +lodge until another darkness,” replied the Indian.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_61">[61]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“Why?” disappointedly questioned Hewitt.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh’s braves will not sleep to-night. They stand
 +around this lodge, and when another darkness comes they will
 +not guard so well. Oonalooska knows this, for he has been
 +a guard himself.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Against his impatience, the hermit acquiesced in the
 +Shawnee’s words, and, hiding the knife, they threw themselves
 +upon the ground and went to sleep.</p>
 +
 +<p>To say that Jim Girty was chagrined over the unexpected
 +drift of affairs, would not express the state of his mind.</p>
 +
 +<p>He was furious&mdash;almost beside himself with rage. He appreciated
 +Tecumseh’s interference, which saved his life, and
 +he knew that the chief had canceled the debt he owed him.
 +Now Tecumseh owed him nothing, and <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">vice versa</i>. Though
 +thrown again upon his own resources, he did not despair of
 +ultimate success. In all his life his plots had never entirely
 +failed, and whenever his feet touched the sands of the gulf of
 +adversity, he always hoped for, plotted for, a brighter finale.</p>
 +
 +<p>To the renegade every cloud had a silver lining, which
 +sometimes his short-sightedness would not permit him to
 +see.</p>
 +
 +<p>He was angry at Laulewasikaw for the loss of Newaska,
 +his trustiest brave, his keenest spy, and when the Prophet
 +would enter his tent that night, after the scene in the wood,
 +he waved him back.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Let Laulewasikaw return to his lodge on the Miami,” he
 +said. “The White Chief is inconsolable for the loss of Newaska,
 +who would still have lived, had the Prophet not
 +come.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The words that flowed from the renegade’s lips, seemed
 +steeped in gall, and when he had finished, the Prophet, whose
 +sensibilities ofttimes a single word could wound, drew back
 +from Girty, and fastened his dark orbs upon his face, pale
 +with rage, in the soft starlight.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Laulewasikaw has served the White Chief and well,” he
 +said slowly, uttering every syllable distinctly. “He will serve
 +him no longer. Henceforth let the White Chief shut his
 +mouth to the great Prophet. Laulewasikaw could tell the
 +Shawnees that the Great Spirit demanded the White Chief’s
 +heart, and they would take it. But the Prophet turns not<span class="pagenum" id="Page_62">[62]</span>
 +upon the adder that he has warmed in his bosom. If it can
 +be guilty of ingratitude, Laulewasikaw spurns it,” and without
 +another word, he turned away, and sought Greenville.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Go!” hissed Girty, “I can git along without you. I
 +know you took me to your lodge when you found me drunk
 +and freezing to death, thirty odd years ago, but I’ve paid
 +you, old devil, for that. I gave you a barrel of whisky which
 +more than canceled <em>that</em> debt. Yes, yes, old fellow, we’re
 +square.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Finished speaking, he passed the guards and entered the
 +lodge where, for a moment, he listened to the regular breathings
 +of a slumbering person, beyond a partition of skins.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I’ve half a mind to&mdash;,” and he suddenly rose from his
 +couch, and stepped toward the curtains. “No,” and he paused
 +as abruptly as he had risen, “if I can’t eucher all my enemies,
 +both red and white, then I’ll have recourse to the
 +knife. I might kill her now, and beat them to-morrow.
 +Then I’d be in a pretty fix, wouldn’t I? I’ve always
 +come out best in the end,” and with this he resought his
 +couch.</p>
 +
 +<p>Nothing of interest transpired in the Shawnee village the
 +day that followed the night of thrilling scenes. Jim Girty
 +moved about among the lodges as though nothing unusual
 +had occurred; but Tecumseh’s warriors noticed that he kept
 +quite a distance from the Wolf-Queen’s wigwam. He feared
 +that the sight of his repulsive form would throw the mad-woman
 +into a frenzy, which might result fatally to him.</p>
 +
 +<p>Around the strong lodge stood Tecumseh’s trustiest braves&mdash;men
 +whom he dared not approach&mdash;and he must seek the
 +hearts of the prisoners, if he sought them at all, by proxy.
 +He tried to fathom Tecumseh’s feelings toward him, but,
 +while the chief spoke friendly, Girty noticed something lurking
 +behind his manner&mdash;something indicative of hatred.</p>
 +
 +<p>The interview was not prolonged, for so soon as he had felt
 +the chief’s heart, he returned to his lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I have it at last!” and a minute later he darted from his
 +wigwam, much to the surprise of the guards. “I will make
 +mad the hearts of Nethoto and Sagasto’s squaws, and by heaven!
 +they will tear the captives from Alaska. Tecumseh<span class="pagenum" id="Page_63">[63]</span>
 +<em>dare</em> not interfere, then,” and with this new idea from his internal
 +prompter, he hurried toward the lodges of the widowed
 +squaws.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="tb" />
 +
 +<p>To the hermit and Oonalooska the night seemed a long
 +while coming.</p>
 +
 +<p>They sat in the demi-gloom of the prison cabin, and watched
 +the rise and fall of the god of day. True to the Shawnee’s
 +words, the savages relaxed their vigilance, and long ere
 +the shades of night fell, a portion of the guard were withdrawn,
 +which action left but three on duty.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Now for freedom, Oona,” said Hewitt, feeling about in the
 +gloom till his hand touched the savage, who was listening to
 +the conversation of the guards without the hut. “The Indians
 +are recounting their brave deeds, eh? Well, they’ll get
 +to fighting over them after a while; but we’ll not stay to
 +hear the thumps.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Shawnee turned from the door, and a minute later,
 +standing upon the giant hermit’s shoulders, he was cutting a
 +hole in the bark above their heads.</p>
 +
 +<p>To the noisy guard the knife made no noise, and at length
 +Oonalooska sprung to the ground.</p>
 +
 +<p>Hewitt looked up, and saw the stars through the aperture.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Now, Oona,” he said, clambering toward the perforated
 +roof, “I’ll go first, and you may follow.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The escape from the cabin was effected without discovery,
 +and the twain moved off in the brilliant starlight.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I’d like to take the boy with us,” whispered the hermit;
 +“but he could never be rescued from that mad-woman and
 +her wolves. By and by we’ll come back, Oona, and catch the
 +boy out o’ her fingers somewhere. I tell you ’twould be impossible
 +to take him from the animal’s jaws.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska’s children have sharp teeth,” responded Oonalooska,
 +in the low tone that characterized the hermit’s words,
 +“and they know how to use them. When the Lone Man
 +and Oonalooska return, Okalona will get the boy to the edge
 +of the Shawnees’ town.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Across spots where no shadows fell, the twain were forced
 +to crawl on all-fours, and at length found themselves near the
 +confines of the village.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_64">[64]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“Let’s rise now,” whispered Hewitt; “that long crawl has
 +cramped me, and my legs feel as heavy as stones.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The brave whispered approvingly, and Hewitt sprung to
 +his feet. “Free at last!” he uttered, in an audible tone, for
 +they were fully thirty feet from the nearest lodge, and in
 +the shade.</p>
 +
 +<p>The next instant the Indian grasped his arm, and pulled
 +him to the earth.</p>
 +
 +<p>“What’s up, Oona? I&mdash;”</p>
 +
 +<p>The sight that greeted the hermit’s vision promptly terminated
 +the sentence he was framing.</p>
 +
 +<p>In the starlight just upon the edge of the shade, as though
 +they had suddenly risen from the earth, stood Alaska and a
 +gigantic wolf.</p>
 +
 +<p>Her appearance, so sudden, so unexpected, and at such a
 +time and place, startled the hermit, and he grasped the Indian’s
 +hand, mutely appealing for a solution of the mystery.</p>
 +
 +<p>Oonalooska was calm.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska has been to the forest,” he said. “See, her arms
 +are full of plants. They are for the hunter’s wounds. She
 +never gathers plants when the sun is in the sky. The sun
 +dries their sap, and beneath the stars it runs like water.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Has she seen us?” queried the hermit.</p>
 +
 +<p>“She stopped when the Lone Man said ‘Free at last!’” responded
 +the Indian. “Oonalooska saw Letheto prick up his
 +long ears. She sees us now!”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Then we are hers,” said Hewitt, with despair in his tones.</p>
 +
 +<p>“No, no,” returned the Indian. “When Oonalooska was
 +a boy, his father taught him to throw the knife. He has not
 +forgotten those lessons. He will throw the knife into Alaska’s
 +heart; then we can frighten Letheto away.”</p>
 +
 +<p>When the Indian finished he caught the knife by the tip
 +of the dagger-like blade, and drew back for the death-blow.</p>
 +
 +<p>The mad queen stood scarce twenty feet from them, with
 +her eyes fixed upon their forms. But she could not note
 +their actions, for the shade in which they crouched was too
 +gloomy to be minutely penetrated by the naked eye.</p>
 +
 +<p>Strange emotions swayed the hermit’s form while he gazed
 +upon Alaska, and listened to Oonalooska’s plan for their escape.
 +One blow would insure their freedom, and rid them<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span>
 +of the greatest foe they possessed; but Hewitt vowed that
 +that blow should not be given.</p>
 +
 +<p>Therefore, when the Indian’s muscles flew to the work of
 +speeding the knife to Alaska’s heart, Hewitt’s hand closed
 +around his wrist.</p>
 +
 +<p>“What means the white man?” questioned Oonalooska,
 +throwing a strange look into the giant’s eyes. “Is his head
 +cracked?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“No, no,” he answered, calmly. “Long ago the Lone Man
 +loved a woman who looked like poor Alaska; but she has
 +long been absent from him. Oonalooska shall not throw the
 +knife. If he would escape, let him glide away. I will become
 +her prisoner. Perhaps&mdash;yes, yes, she may be&mdash;”</p>
 +
 +<p>He said no more, for the Wolf Queen was approaching them.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska pities the Lone Man,” said the Indian. “He
 +will remain with him, though his path leads from freedom to
 +the stake.”</p>
 +
 +<p>They rose to their feet, and, with a word to the wolf, Alaska
 +sprung forward.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ha! ha! ha!” she laughed, not in anger, but in triumph,
 +“the Great Spirit has guided Oonalooska and the Lone Man
 +to Alaska. The Great Spirit is good to poor Alaska; he
 +guided her little boy to her lodge, and she is happy once
 +more. She will take the pale-face and red-skin back to
 +the strong lodge.”</p>
 +
 +<p>At her bidding, our friends turned toward their prison
 +again.</p>
 +
 +<p>As they walked through the rays of the morn that had just
 +clambered over the eastern hills, Hewitt studied the face of
 +the Wolf-Queen. The scrutiny took him back to the days of
 +his youth, and, in vision, he saw the face that he had kissed
 +at the altar.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Indian walked along, dogged and sullen.</p>
 +
 +<p>When they reached the prison, the guards stared aghast at
 +the scene, and Alaska harshly upbraided them for their negligence.
 +And when the twain found themselves once more
 +beyond the threshold of the hut, an Indian looked down upon
 +them from the hole in the roof!</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska slowly returned to her lodge, seemingly unconscious
 +of her work.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_66">[66]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“Beaten by a crazy woman!” hissed a man, as he stepped
 +from the shadow of a lodge not far from the prison structure.
 +“Oh, if I had known that Alaska was abroad&mdash;but then&mdash;then
 +all her wolves were not with her! Curse her tricks! I
 +wish they were dead! But I’ve arranged things for your digestion,
 +my beaten chappies!” and his eyes fell upon the prison
 +lodge. “I’ve inflamed the vengeful passions of the widowed
 +squaws, and at any hour they may take you from your
 +prison and tear your hearts out. I’ll begin on you, and finish
 +on Alaska and the weakling. Oh, I’m a devil, I am!”</p>
 +
 +<p>And with a fiendish expression darkening his face, he
 +sneaked toward his own lodge.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XIII</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE BAFFLED RENEGADE.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Jim Girty</span>, the renegade, was elate with anticipated triumph
 +when he left the lodge of the widowed squaws.</p>
 +
 +<p>He had succeeded in inflaming their revengeful passions
 +and their fingers itched to clutch the captives’ throats.</p>
 +
 +<p>“When Tecumseh sleeps, we will come to the strong lodge,
 +bind his braves, take the captives into the dark woods, and
 +burn them with fire,” cried the stalwart Amasqua, one of the
 +stricken chief’s squaws. “We will do more.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“What will Amasqua and her women do?” asked Girty.</p>
 +
 +<p>“We will tear the white weakling from Alaska’s wolves,
 +and burn him with the other captives.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Amasqua and her women must be wary,” said the renegade,
 +“Alaska’s children bite.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“We will first transfix them with arrows.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Ah!” ejaculated Girty, “then Amasqua can take the
 +white lout’s heart.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Thus was the plot for the violent death of our three male
 +friends concocted, and it is not to be wondered that the renegade
 +returned to his lodge with heart elate.</p>
 +
 +<p>During the short interval that elapsed between his return<span class="pagenum" id="Page_67">[67]</span>
 +and dawn, he slept but little, and when the first streak of day
 +penetrated the village he sprung from his couch.</p>
 +
 +<p>After glancing into Eudora’s apartment, and finding her
 +still asleep, he set to work cleaning his rifle.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I may need the gun,” he said in an undertone, “and now
 +above all times it should be cleaned. Tecumseh says
 +that weak lout is Alaska’s child. Who’d have thought
 +that crazy hag would take such an outlandish notion? Her
 +boy! So am I, then, and I know that I am old enough to
 +be her father. Curse the weakling! If he hadn’t come into
 +these parts, I’d ’a’ been enjoying myself with the girl&mdash;after
 +the Indian fashion she would have been my wife. And
 +then that crazy hag would not be against me. Oh! curse
 +that boy!”</p>
 +
 +<p>As he uttered the imprecation, he dashed a fierce look toward
 +Alaska’s lodge, plainly visible from his own.</p>
 +
 +<p>“If the lout would show himself now, I’d shoot him,” hissed
 +Girty, “ay, and none could tell whence the shot came, for
 +all save my guards still sleep. Why don’t he take an airing?
 +I wish&mdash;Ha! have I no more than to wish?”</p>
 +
 +<p>As if intent upon the gratification of the renegade’s desires,
 +Mayne Fairfax parted the curtains of Alaska’s lodge, and
 +stepped beyond the threshold, where he paused to enjoy the
 +beauties of the morning.</p>
 +
 +<p>“It’s your last airing, my boy,” hissed Girty, quickly
 +throwing the different parts of his rifle into their proper
 +places, while the fiendish light of revenge lit up his countenance
 +with a lividness as horrible as unnatural. “I’ll forestall
 +the mad squaws in a portion of their work!”</p>
 +
 +<p>Stepping aside, that he might not be perceived by his intended
 +victim, Girty rammed a bullet home, and again returned
 +to the curtain.</p>
 +
 +<p>Unsuspicious of danger, our young hero still stood before
 +Alaska’s lodge. His keen eyes seemed to be employed in surveying
 +the village, no doubt for future action.</p>
 +
 +<p>With a muttered oath the renegade drew his gun to his
 +shoulder, and his eye glanced along the freshly-polished
 +barrel.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Shall I take him atween the eyes or through the heart?”
 +he asked, self-communingly. “I want to make a dead shot&mdash;I<span class="pagenum" id="Page_68">[68]</span>
 +want to keep up my reputation as such, and if I fire at his
 +heart I might fail. I can see his forehead; his accursed
 +heart is hidden.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Then he elevated the gun just the least degree, and threw
 +all his energies into the drawing of the “bead” upon Fairfax’s
 +forehead.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Now&mdash;here&mdash;you&mdash;go!” muttered Girty, and his finger
 +pressed the trigger.</p>
 +
 +<p>The last word still quivered his lips when something
 +sprung past him, and the rifle was knocked from his grasp.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Hell and Furies!” yelled Girty, darting to his feet, and
 +clutching the swan-like throat of the girl who fearlessly confronted
 +him. “You’re a she-wolf, and, curse you, I’ve a
 +mind to throttle you!”</p>
 +
 +<p>She could not speak, but her look was indicative of triumph
 +over the brute.</p>
 +
 +<p>At length he released her, and, shorn of her strength by
 +his vice-like grip, Eudora fell to the ground.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Back!” cried Girty to the guards, who were crowding
 +into the lodge. “Warriors never desert their posts. I will
 +attend to the girl. Back! I say.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Overawed by the renegade’s manner, the Indians slunk
 +away, and Girty, still crimson with rage, lifted Eudora
 +from the earth, and rudely tossed her back into her chamber.</p>
 +
 +<p>“There! curse you, live or die, I care not which!” he
 +hissed. “If I have choked you to death, I’m sure that I
 +don’t care; but I guess you’ll worry it through, for a woman
 +is as hard to kill as a cat.”</p>
 +
 +<p>He continued to gaze awhile upon Eudora, who lay motionless
 +upon her couch, admirably counterfeiting death.
 +Then he strode from the lodge, pausing a moment to say to
 +one of the guards:</p>
 +
 +<p>“If the white girl steps upon the trail of death, bear her
 +beyond the village, and throw her body to the fishes in the
 +swift stream.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Indians exchanged startled glances, and listened at the
 +door, as the renegade walked away.</p>
 +
 +<p>No sound came to their ears.</p>
 +
 +<p>One ventured to peep into the captive’s apartment.<span class="pagenum" id="Page_69">[69]</span>
 +Eudora still lay motionless, without a sign of returning life.
 +Had the renegade’s grip proved fatal?</p>
 +
 +<hr class="tb" />
 +
 +<p>“Who fired at Alaska’s boy?” asked the Wolf-Queen, when
 +Mayne Fairfax sought her lodge, after Girty’s shot.</p>
 +
 +<p>His face indicated that his young life had been attempted.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I know not,” he answered. “The ball almost touched
 +my cheek.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Who would shoot Co Hago, but the White Chief?” cried
 +Alaska, springing to his side. “Whence came the ball?”</p>
 +
 +<p>Fairfax stepped to the opening, and indicated the path of
 +the renegade’s bullet.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes, yes; the White Chief fired the lead at Co Hago,”
 +she said, “but why did he not hit him? White Chief never
 +misses. He has the eye of an eagle.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Providence turned the ball aside,” said Fairfax.</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska stared at the young hunter, unable to comprehend
 +his words.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Great Spirit saved Co Hago,” he said, that she might
 +understand him.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Great Spirit?” she said, in a low tone, drawing him
 +back into the lodge. “A long time ago, when Alaska’s head
 +and heart were not sore, she sung songs to the Great Spirit,
 +beside a little stream where the birds warbled their happy
 +hymns.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“When was that, mother?” asked Mayne, anxious to
 +fathom the story of her life, before insanity swayed her
 +mind.</p>
 +
 +<p>A smile illumined her face at the word “mother,” and she
 +imprinted a kiss on the Virginian’s forehead.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska was a little girl when she sung with the birds by
 +the great tree, split by the Great Spirit’s fiery ax.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“How singular!” mused Mayne Fairfax. “Not far from
 +my home, where once a cabin stood, stands a great lightning-riven
 +oak. Can it be that this poor mad-woman once lived
 +so near Fairfax manor?”</p>
 +
 +<p>The crazy queen watched him narrowly, as he communed
 +with himself.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Did Alaska&mdash;my mother, dwell near the riven oak? Why
 +did my mother come to the Shawnees?”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_70">[70]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“Alas! Alaska forgets every thing save the big tree and
 +her boy,” said the woman. “Some day the Great Spirit will
 +chase the pain from this head, as the Shawnees chase the
 +deer from their coverts.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The young hunter was almost satisfied that Alaska, in the
 +days of sanity, had dwelt near his own home; but her chaotic
 +mind refused her the recollection he coveted.</p>
 +
 +<p>Again and again he questioned her; but, learning nothing,
 +at last gave up in despair.</p>
 +
 +<p>He hoped that the “some day” to which she referred with
 +prophetic mien, would soon arrive, and he prayed that he
 +might witness its arrival.</p>
 +
 +<p>He felt deeply interested in that insane woman!</p>
 +
 +<p>During the day he busied himself in forming the acquaintance
 +of Alaska’s wolves. At first the animals were inclined
 +to shyness and war; but their queen drew them to Mayne
 +Fairfax’s side, and at last they acknowledged their king&mdash;coming
 +at his beck and call.</p>
 +
 +<p>“After three more sleeps,” said Alaska, when the shades of
 +night were gently falling around the village, “Co Hago will be
 +proclaimed King of the Wolves, in the presence of the entire
 +Shawnee nation. Then he can come and go when and
 +where he pleases, and none&mdash;not even the hated White Chief&mdash;dare
 +cross his path.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Then,” murmured our hero, “I can work, and I will
 +snatch my friends from their perilous situations, upon my
 +life.”</p>
 +
 +<p>He retired early to the inner apartment, and an hour later
 +a hand roused him from slumber.</p>
 +
 +<p>He started to his feet and confronted Alaska.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Hist!” she cried with finger upon lip.</p>
 +
 +<p>A chorus of yells penetrated the lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The mad squaws seek the captives’ lives!” cried Alaska,
 +seizing Mayne’s arm, and darting from the wigwam. “Alaska
 +will let them burn the prisoners, for the blood of Nethoto
 +and Sagasto cry aloud from the forest.”</p>
 +
 +<p>As she uttered the last words she sprung forward in the direction
 +from whence floated the hell of mad cries.</p>
 +
 +<p>Had her hand not encircled the hunter’s wrist, he would
 +have experienced great difficulty in keeping beside her.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_71">[71]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>With every bound the yells grew more distinct, and presently
 +they found a response from the wolves that trotted at Alaska’s
 +heels.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIV"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XIV</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">SQUAW VENGEANCE, AND SQUAW RAGE.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Mayne Fairfax</span> and his red companion soon gained the
 +immediate neighborhood of the exciting scene that was being
 +enacted.</p>
 +
 +<p>On the southern side of the village square, and before the
 +door of the prison lodge, surged a crowd of women with disheveled
 +tresses, and hands full of clubs, hatchets, and knives.</p>
 +
 +<p>Against the door of the hut stood Tecumseh, with flashing
 +eyes and drawn tomahawk; and confronting the chief were
 +two gaunt hags&mdash;perfect furies in looks and contour&mdash;demanding
 +the surrender to them and their supporters, of the two
 +prisoners.</p>
 +
 +<p>A short distance from the sachem stood Jim Girty, smiling
 +upon the vengeful work of his hands.</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh maintained a firm and dignified bearing, though
 +a close observer might have noticed sighs of trepidation, as
 +his piercing eye took in the scene.</p>
 +
 +<p>The leaders of the mob were the squaws, or Indian wives,
 +of the chiefs Sagasto and Nethoto, slain by Oonalooska at the
 +hermit’s cave. The mad women could not bide the time set
 +apart by Tecumseh for the execution of the prisoners. Their
 +hideous cries for blood, roused the village from slumber, and at
 +the head of a motley crowd, composed of warriors, women,
 +and children, they started to the prison-house. But Tecumseh,
 +having been awakened, met them at the door, and refused
 +them admittance.</p>
 +
 +<p>He had recourse to many arguments to induce the rioters to
 +return to their respective lodges, and wait till the coming day
 +for the death of their prisoners; but they fell upon deaf ears.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The squaws of Nethoto and Sagasto love Tecumseh,” spoke
 +Nethoto’s wife. “They would not harm a hair of his head;<span class="pagenum" id="Page_72">[72]</span>
 +but, unless he gives the pale-face and the red traitor to them,
 +there may be no Tecumseh&mdash;the leader’s lodge may be empty
 +to-morrow.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh saw the angry look that accompanied those
 +threatening words. Everywhere knives glittered, and he realized
 +that he had bloodthirsty <em>women</em> to deal with, not
 +men.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The squaws are very mad,” said Girty, stealing to Tecumseh’s
 +side. “They will have the prisoners, though they walk
 +over Tecumseh. Why bid them wait till day, and die? Let
 +Tecumseh glide to his beaded lodge, if he would not see the
 +prisoners die.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh will go,” answered the chief. “He would not
 +witness the work of the mad women. White Wolf, do not
 +let them burn the prisoners. Tecumseh will have no such
 +work within sound of his lodge. If they <em>must</em> burn, let them
 +be carried to the wood.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The chief threw a parting look at the mad squaws, and
 +glided through the crowd to his lodge. As he left the throng,
 +Jim Girty threw himself before the door of the hut, and his
 +strong voice rent the air:</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh has listened to the words of Amasqua,” he said.
 +“The pale-face and red traitor must not die in the village.
 +Let them be borne to the wood.”</p>
 +
 +<p>His speech was received with yells of satisfaction, and the
 +renegade tore Tecumseh’s wampum from the door of the hut.
 +Throwing himself against the barrier, he forced himself into
 +the structure, and a minute later the hermit and his red companion
 +found themselves in the hands of the most furious
 +band of humans that ever surrounded a prisoner.</p>
 +
 +<p>“To the wood! the dark wood!” was the import of the
 +chorus of vengeful yells that floated heavenward, and away
 +toward the gloomy tarn the twain were hurried.</p>
 +
 +<p>Alaska and Mayne Fairfax followed in the rear of the band.
 +Many a lowering glance was thrown at the young hunter, and
 +had it not been for the presence of his strong protector and
 +her guard of brutes, he would soon have stood at the prisoners’
 +side.</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne Fairfax kept from the sight of Oonalooska and the
 +hermit. He did not wish them to know that he was a forced<span class="pagenum" id="Page_73">[73]</span>
 +witness to their doom, and a refusal to accompany his mad
 +mother might have proved his death-warrant.</p>
 +
 +<p>The wood was soon reached, and two lithe trees selected
 +for the death-stakes.</p>
 +
 +<p>Jim Girty was now beside himself with fiendish triumph,
 +and his stentorian voice rung loud and clear above the yells
 +of the red-skins.</p>
 +
 +<p>He insulted Hewitt in every way that suggested itself to
 +his devilish mind. He struck him with his open hand, spit
 +in his face, and plucked out a handful of his beautiful beard!
 +Hewitt stood his indignities without a murmur, but a sarcastic
 +smile lurked around his lips. Failing to draw a groan from
 +the hermit, the renegade turned to Oonalooska, but was obliged
 +to desist with the same result.</p>
 +
 +<p>“To the trees!” he said at last, and the hands of the prisoners
 +were momentarily unbound, that they might be fastened
 +to the saplings.</p>
 +
 +<p>As the hermit felt his hands spring from the thongs, he
 +darted a look at Oonalooska, and his lips parted to utter a
 +single word, which drew a spark of fire from the young brave’s
 +eyes.</p>
 +
 +<p>The next instant the twain sprung forward, and, before the
 +mob could recover from its surprise, Oonalooska had snatched
 +the tomahawk from Amasqua, and Jim Girty staggered to the
 +earth beneath Hewitt’s clenched hand. Then, having driven the
 +Indians back a goodly space, by their unexpected movements,
 +the twain turned, and darted through the forest with the speed
 +of the deer.</p>
 +
 +<p>To pursue by sight was utterly useless, for the captives had
 +disappeared in an instant, and Jim Girty, who was the first
 +to recover his senses, darted to Alaska’s side.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The white-face and the red traitor who shot Alaska’s
 +wolves have escaped,” he cried, pointing in the direction of
 +the trail of the twain. “Let Alaska throw her children upon
 +the trail, that her enemies may die.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Do not, my mother,” cried Fairfax, laying his hand upon
 +Alaska’s arm, before she had a chance to reply to the renegade.
 +“If the Lone Man and Oonalooska die, Alaska’s child
 +will not become King of the Wolves.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Wolf-Queen looked down upon the face upturned to<span class="pagenum" id="Page_74">[74]</span>
 +her&mdash;the face of, as she believed, her son, and Fairfax discovered
 +that he held an unbounded influence over that mad-woman.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Alaska’s wolves shall scent no trail to-night,” she said,
 +addressing him, and then she turned to Girty, and the mad,
 +clamoring clique that surrounded him. “The captives may
 +fly,” she said, with teeth firm-set, as her dark eyes fell upon
 +the renegade, thence wandering to the bloodthirsty band.
 +“Alaska hears the words of her son, and the wolves strike
 +not a pale-face trail to-night. If the White Wolf and Amasqua
 +would catch the lost birds, they must find them without
 +Alaska’s children. Alaska and her white son, who soon will
 +be a Shawnee and King of the Wolves, will return to her
 +lodge.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The queen made a retiring motion, when Girty turned to
 +the band.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Shall the Shawnees’ captives escape by the words of a
 +white-livered dog?” he hissed, pointing to young Fairfax.
 +“The weakling rules Alaska, and he is turning her against
 +her people. Shall the Shawnees tamely submit to this? If
 +so, let them not touch the white-faced dog!”</p>
 +
 +<p>His words drew yells from the lips of the baffled band,
 +and, with glittering blade, Amasqua, Nethoto’s vengeful wife,
 +stepped forward.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Would Amasqua meet Ogita?” cried the Wolf-Queen, suddenly
 +catching up one of her wolves, and raising him on high.</p>
 +
 +<p>The mad widow paused, and, still holding the wolf aloft,
 +Alaska retrograded toward the village, her eyes shooting defiance
 +at the mob. Close to her side moved the young Virginian,
 +inwardly rejoicing at the double escape, but not forgetful
 +of his own imminent danger.</p>
 +
 +<p>Slowly Alaska retreated, and slowly her enemies followed,
 +afraid to raise a hand.</p>
 +
 +<p>Jim Girty quivered with rage, in the spasm of which he
 +would have shot the mad queen of the wolves; but the hermit
 +had snatched his rifle from his grip, and not a savage had
 +borne his from the village. He dared not raise his hand to
 +hurl a hatchet at the lunatic, for such a movement would
 +bring the wolf to his throat; and the renegade feared the
 +queen’s wolves as he feared unnatural death.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_75">[75]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>For Fairfax’s intercession, he would have the man’s
 +blood, and he now saw that that hour had not arrived.</p>
 +
 +<p>The mad squaws, too, were afraid to raise a hand against
 +the passioned queen, and dark were the plots against her
 +and her “son” that then found birth in their bosoms.</p>
 +
 +<p>Step by step Alaska retreated, with seven gaunt wolves
 +covering her track, and, as she and the hunter glided into the
 +double lodge, a chorus of baffled cries smote the air of night,
 +and fell faintly upon listening ears far up the moonlit Scioto.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XV"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XV</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">A LEAF FROM THE HERMIT’S LIFE.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> hermit and his red companion guided their steps toward
 +the river, whose banks they were not long reaching;
 +and, at last, somewhat fatigued, they ensconced themselves under
 +a shelving ledge, secure from the observation of foes on
 +land and water.</p>
 +
 +<p>The hour of their greatest peril approached&mdash;that both
 +men knew, and as they lay there waiting, Hewitt told the Indian
 +the story of his past&mdash;a story which the brave and devoted
 +savage was entitled to hear, that the white might be
 +justified in his eyes.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Lone Man will tell Oonalooska all,” said Hewitt, answering
 +to the expectant look in his companion’s eyes, as an
 +expression of pain flitted across his face. He brushed something,
 +very much like a translucent pearl, from his bronzed
 +cheek, and began:</p>
 +
 +<p>“Many years ago the Lone Man dwelt beyond the Kiskepila
 +Sepe, in the great State, called by the whites Virginia. He
 +was young then; though white his hair now, he is not old.
 +When he grew to manhood he took a beautiful white maiden
 +to his heart, and, in time, she gave the Lone Man a laughing
 +little boy.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Here emotion overcame the strong man, and, for many moments,
 +his face was buried in his great hands.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_76">[76]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“The Lone Man sighs for his boy,” he said at length.
 +“Often the Lone Man left his wife and little one, and journeyed
 +to the great city of Richmond. He never thought that
 +a snake was creeping into his wigwam.</p>
 +
 +<p>“One night the Lone Man returned to his lodge, and saw
 +two shadows beyond the window. A great storm passed over
 +his heart, his head burned with a strong fire, and he crept
 +forward. From behind a giant oak that spread its branches
 +over his cabin, the Lone Man saw another seated beside his
 +wife, who rocked the cradle where slept his little boy. The
 +strange white man was a hunter, and one arm he had thrown
 +around the neck of Agnes.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Hotter and hotter grew the Lone Man’s head, and when
 +the hunter’s lips&mdash;unbearded, for he seemed no more than a
 +beautiful boy&mdash;touched the rosy cheeks of Agnes, his rifle
 +flew to his shoulder, and the young hunter fell across the
 +cradle, with a bullet in his brain.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Lone Man waited not to charge his wife with her unfaithfulness.
 +He darted into the forest with her shriek ringing
 +in his ears, and he swore, until death, to dwell alone in
 +the great wood. He crossed the Kiskepila Sepe, and found
 +the cave near the Scioto, where he has since dwelt alone.
 +Since that dark night the Lone Man’s hand has never drunk
 +the blood of man, and until death it never drinks it. Oonalooska,
 +the Lone Man’s heart bleeds to meet his boy; but he
 +will never cross the eagle river again. Among the woods of
 +the Ohio he will die. But when the young hunter goes back
 +to Virginia, he will hunt for the hermit’s child and wife, and
 +tell him what become of them.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Now, Oonalooska knows why the Lone Man sought the
 +forests of Ohio.”</p>
 +
 +<p>For a long time the Indian was silent.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska would know what became of the Lone Man’s
 +squaw and pappoose,” he said, at length. “The Shawnee believes
 +that they are not in the lodge of the Great Spirit.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“I pray that they are not,” said the hermit, fervently. “I
 +curse the impulse that led me to shoot the young hunter without
 +giving him a chance for his life. Perhaps Agnes was not
 +to blame. Oh, to think that a moment of calm inquiry might
 +have prevented my being a murderer,” and a groan of agony<span class="pagenum" id="Page_77">[77]</span>
 +burst from the hermit’s heart, as he buried his face in his
 +palms.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oona, when came Alaska to the lodges of the Shawnees?
 +asked the cave man when he, at length, raised his head to the
 +chief.</p>
 +
 +<p>“When the snows of four winters rested upon Oonalooska’s
 +head,” was the reply.</p>
 +
 +<p>“How many winters has Oonalooska seen?”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Shawnee designated twenty-five, by counting his fingers.</p>
 +
 +<p>“How singular!” murmured the hermit, lowering his head.
 +“Twenty-one years ago my hands were dyed with human
 +blood, and twenty-one years ago Alaska came to the Shawnees!
 +Oh, the resemblance she bears to Agnes! Heaven,
 +solve the terrible enigma!”</p>
 +
 +<p>He questioned the Shawnee no further regarding the Wolf-Queen;
 +but both lapsed into silence as they awaited the passing
 +of the day. Their work was to be done by night alone.</p>
 +
 +<p>The afternoon was well spent, when the dip of oars assailed
 +their ears. Oonalooska glided from the hermit’s side.</p>
 +
 +<p>More distinct grew the plash of oars, and presently six
 +canoes, loaded to the water with painted braves, flitted past
 +the Shawnee’s line of vision.</p>
 +
 +<p>In the prow of the foremost canoe stood Tecumseh.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh is on the war-path,” said Oonalooska, returning
 +to the hermit. “The White Wolf is not with him. The
 +Lone Man and Oonalooska must tear the pale-faces from his
 +people before the great chief returns.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit saw the truth of the Indian’s words, and
 +promptly acknowledged it. Tecumseh had never been outwitted
 +by a white man.</p>
 +
 +<p>At length night came, and the twain left the ledge.</p>
 +
 +<p>They glided to the opening through which they had emerged
 +from the cave, and reëntered the deserted home. It
 +had been pillaged by the savages; but the couple discovered
 +some jerked meat that satisfied their hunger, and from a secret
 +cache Hewitt drew two rifles and a quantity of ammunition.</p>
 +
 +<p>Thus equipped they were leaving the deserted home, when
 +from one of the subterranean passages an animal bounded.
 +It was the hermit’s dog.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_78">[78]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“Wolf, old fellow, with us again,” cried Hewitt, patting
 +the animal’s shaggy back. “You shall go with us. Mebbe
 +we’ll need your nose and teeth.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Leaving the cave, they hurried toward the Indian village,
 +and ensconced themselves in a thicket that commanded a tolerable
 +view of Tecumseh’s home.</p>
 +
 +<p>From that thicket soon arose the hoot of an owl, three
 +times repeated; then all was still as the night.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVI"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XVI</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE KING OF THE WOLVES.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Gradually</span> the shades of night fell around the Indian
 +town, and, unattended by human escort, a form emerged from
 +Alaska’s lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>The step proclaimed the person a white, but the costume
 +an Indian. A great blanket covered the body, the nether
 +limbs were inclosed in close-fitting leggins, and a circlet of
 +feathers surrounded the head. At the person’s feet trotted a
 +large wolf, which ever and anon ran before its master, and
 +gazed up into his face with a puzzled expression.</p>
 +
 +<p>The solitary walker was Mayne Fairfax, now Co Hago,
 +King of the Wolves!</p>
 +
 +<p>He had left Alaska’s lodge, with her knowledge and consent,
 +for a stroll&mdash;not an unpremeditated one&mdash;through the village.
 +He had declined Tecumseh’s invitation to tread with
 +him the war-trail, on the pretense that his wounds unfitted
 +him for service, when his wounds had ceased from troubling.</p>
 +
 +<p>He had cause for remaining in the Shawnee town.</p>
 +
 +<p>The night was well advanced when he left his “mother’s”
 +lodge, and his footsteps tended toward that portion of the
 +“town” wherein was situated Eudora’s prison.</p>
 +
 +<p>The night was not intensely dark, for the stars threw shadows,
 +and Fairfax kept in the darkest spots as he approached
 +the place well marked by him the preceding day. When quite<span class="pagenum" id="Page_79">[79]</span>
 +near the lodge, he dropped upon all fours, and glided forward
 +in that manner.</p>
 +
 +<p>At last the wigwam loomed up between him and the golden
 +worlds that almost dazzled his eyes when he looked aloft.
 +Instead of two figures before Eudora’s lodge, three greeted his
 +vision. The third figure was gigantic in its proportions, and
 +easily recognized as the renegade, Jim Girty!</p>
 +
 +<p>Fearful of his intentions, the renegade had added himself
 +to the guard of the prison lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>An expression of dismay enthroned itself upon the young
 +Virginian’s face, as his eyes fell upon Girty, and he gazed
 +at the man a long time, before he gave utterance to his
 +thoughts.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I am baffled for to-night,” he murmured. “Jim Girty
 +fears me, and guards his prisoner the closer. I must bide my
 +time. He will relax his vigilance some time, his guards will
 +sleep some night, when I shall tear Eudora from them. Can
 +I wait until they sleep? No, no, I will not wait, for the
 +renegade nightly changes his sentries. I must seek subtle assistance;
 +but where shall I look for that? I am a Shawnee
 +now; will not a brother aid me? Shall a mean, white dog
 +baffle the King of the Wolves?” and a smile played with the
 +young man’s lips, as he mentioned his title. “No, I swear
 +he shall not. I wonder if Hewitt and Oonalooska will return
 +to assist me?”</p>
 +
 +<p>With this muttered interrogation, Fairfax retraced his
 +steps, attended by his solitary guard.</p>
 +
 +<p>It was near midnight, for the beautiful constellation of
 +Cygnus had gained the meridian, and, in all its magnificence,
 +was slowly sinking toward the western horizon.</p>
 +
 +<p>Suddenly the hoot of the great horned night-owl came dismally
 +distinct from the densely-wooded knoll to the right
 +of the village.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Wolf-King paused, and his companion pricked up his
 +long, ashen ears.</p>
 +
 +<p>Thrice that doleful hoot was repeated, and, as the last
 +echo died away in the recesses of the forest, Fairfax wheeled
 +and walked rapidly toward the spot.</p>
 +
 +<p>What to him was the hoot of an owl?</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_80">[80]</span></p>
 +
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XVII</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE CONFERENCE ON THE KNOLL.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">For</span> many minutes silence reigned between the two
 +watchers upon the knoll, when the hermit suddenly laid his
 +cold hand on Oonalooska’s bare arm.</p>
 +
 +<p>“What sees the Lone Man?” questioned the Shawnee.</p>
 +
 +<p>“An Indian; look yonder!” and Hewitt directed Oonalooska’s
 +gaze to the right of the spot they occupied.</p>
 +
 +<p>The full-orbed goddess of the night was slowly scaling the
 +eastern horizon, and against her disk, in striking bas-relief,
 +appeared the form of a man. He stood in a listening attitude,
 +but not alone, for beside him stood a huge animal,
 +resembling in the mellow light, a wolf. The twain were
 +scarce twenty feet from the white man and his red companion!</p>
 +
 +<p>“It must be Okalona,” whispered Oonalooska, after surveying
 +the man before them, “for he came at Oonalooska’s
 +owl hoot.”</p>
 +
 +<p>A second note rose from Oonalooska’s throat and he whispered:</p>
 +
 +<p>“<em>White hunter.</em>”</p>
 +
 +<p>The person addressed turned abruptly upon the chief.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Who calls?” he cried.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska,” was the response, and the eyes of the
 +King of the Wolves fell upon the Shawnee.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Back Letheto!” he cried, striking the wolf at his side,
 +slowly advancing upon Oonalooska, who awaited him, with a
 +ready knife.</p>
 +
 +<p>“White hunter is welcome,” said Oonalooska with a smile.
 +“Let the chief lead him to the Lone Man.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The Shawnee guided Fairfax forward, and they soon stood
 +before the hermit.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Boy!” cried Hewitt, springing to his feet, and griped
 +the young man’s hand. “Have you turned Shawnee, too?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes,” answered Fairfax, glancing at the animal crouched<span class="pagenum" id="Page_81">[81]</span>
 +at his feet. “I am the son of Alaska, a Shawnee, and the
 +King of the Wolves.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Adopted, with the freedom to go and come?” said Hewitt.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes, in every sense, a Shawnee.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Then, in brief mention, Fairfax related his adventures in
 +the Shawnee village, since his capture, and when he had finished
 +the hermit spoke.</p>
 +
 +<p>“It is strange that that mad-woman should recognize you
 +as her son by the mole on your shoulder,” he said; “but,
 +we must not talk of that now. You must be in her lodge
 +before dawn, and day is not far distant. We must talk fast.
 +In the shape of Okalona, the Medicine-man of the Shawnees,
 +you will find a valuable assistant. He hates Tecumseh and
 +Girty, and they hate him. Go to him to-morrow. Tell
 +him that you were sent to his lodge by his son, and all will
 +be well. He deals in drugs that put men to sleep.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“And in leaves that send men to the Manitou’s lodge,”
 +said Oonalooska, as he drew his necklace of bear-claws over
 +his head. “Take this to Okalona,” the chief continued, extending
 +the necklace to the young man, “and say that Oonalooska
 +says: ‘Help the pale-face, for Oonalooska’s heart.’”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Work swiftly but surely, boy, and when darkness comes
 +again meet us here. If your plans promise success, Oonalooska
 +and I will enter the town, and, all together, we will do
 +a work that will never be forgotten by the Shawnee nation.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne Fairfax’s heart beat with joy.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I will work surely,” he said. “With the freedom of the
 +village, nothing prevents success.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Having listened to the sage advice, Mayne Fairfax turned
 +to go, when the hermit wrung the young man’s hands, and
 +watched him disappear beyond the brow of the knoll. He
 +walked through the silent street of the Shawnee town, and
 +into the double lodge, untouched by Alaska’s wolves. Already
 +the animals knew their “<em>king</em>.” In their midst reclined
 +Alaska fast asleep, and Fairfax gained the inner
 +apartment without disturbing her.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_82">[82]</span></p>
 +
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XVIII"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XVIII</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">SIMON GIRTY IN HIS WAR-PAINT.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Jim Girty</span> had deserted the braves who guarded the prison
 +lodge for the purpose of assassinating Mayne Fairfax; but
 +the absence of the young man had, for the present, thwarted
 +his diabolical plans.</p>
 +
 +<p>After seeing Mayne reënter the double wigwam, he walked
 +to his own lodge, and threw himself upon an uncleanly
 +couch of skins, and fell into a deep slumber.</p>
 +
 +<p>The young white hunter slept till the golden day-god crept
 +over the eastern hills, when he was waked by Alaska. The
 +queen seemed in the possession of all her senses, and talked
 +reasonably, while Mayne discussed the repast she had prepared.
 +It was one of her lucid intervals, if her moments of
 +calmness can be termed thus.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Mother,” he said, rising from the remains of the feast,
 +“the Wolf-King would seek the lodge of Okolona, but he
 +knows not which way to look for it.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Silently Alaska approached the door, and pointed to a wigwam
 +covered with skins of different hues, fantastically arranged.</p>
 +
 +<p>The young man, still clad as a Shawnee brave, left the
 +lodge, and a wolf followed, and trotted at his heels.</p>
 +
 +<p>But few braves were astir, as Fairfax walked toward the
 +lodge of the old Medicine, in whose presence he soon found
 +himself.</p>
 +
 +<p>Okolona was bent beneath the burden of eighty winters,
 +his hair was long and rivaled the snow in spotless beauty;
 +but his face could not boast of a single wrinkle. Notwithstanding
 +his physical condition, his limbs owned prodigious
 +strength, and in his eyes the vestiges of golden manhood still
 +remained&mdash;reluctant to leave one who trod the war-path when
 +the Shawnee nation was a child.</p>
 +
 +<p>As we have said, the Medicine had incurred the hatred of
 +Tecumseh and Jim Girty; but the twain dared not to lift<span class="pagenum" id="Page_83">[83]</span>
 +their hands against the old man, because he dealt in strange
 +poisons, and was terrible revengeful.</p>
 +
 +<p>As Mayne entered the lodge, the interior of which was ornamented
 +with ghastly, grinning skulls, a smile played with
 +Okolona’s lips, and when the young man threw his son’s bear-claw
 +necklace into his hands, he embraced him, and his old
 +lips murmured:</p>
 +
 +<p>“My son, my Oonalooska!”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska says to his father, the Medicine of the Shawnees,
 +‘Help the pale prisoner,’” said Fairfax, and the old
 +man’s eyes flashed with strange fire.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Okolona will help Co Hago,” quickly returned the old Indian.
 +“He would tear the pale Flower from the White
 +Wolf?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Let Co Hago draw nearer Okolona, and listen to the
 +great Medicine’s words.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne moved nearer the Medicine, who sat up on his couch;
 +but before the red lips parted, a loud whoop penetrated the
 +lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>In an instant Okolona was on his feet.</p>
 +
 +<p>He approached the opening, seemed to take a quick survey
 +of the village, and returned.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Did Co Hago hear the loud cry?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes,” answered Fairfax, looking curiously into the old
 +man’s face.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The brother of White Wolf has returned,” said Okolona.
 +“He has been many moons from the Shawnees’ lodges. Okolona
 +had hoped that he was with Watchemenetoc.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne Fairfax’s heart beat tumultuously in his fearful bosom.</p>
 +
 +<p><em>Simon</em> Girty had arrived!</p>
 +
 +<p>The young man had heard much of the cruelty of this
 +monster, the terror of defenseless homes; but his eyes had
 +never beheld him.</p>
 +
 +<p>Burdened with curiosity he stepped to the opening, and exposed
 +his entire form to gratify his sight. A band of Indians
 +were filing through the village, toward the council-house.
 +At its head strode a gigantic man, hideously painted
 +and plumed. His forehead was bound by a cloth, through<span class="pagenum" id="Page_84">[84]</span>
 +which blood oozed, and he trailed a long rifle at his side.
 +His eagle eye took in every thing at a glance, and he seemed
 +to be hunting a victim, to appease the anger that sat enthroned
 +upon his countenance.</p>
 +
 +<p>This man Mayne Fairfax knew to be the dreaded Simon
 +Girty; and he involuntarily shrunk from his line of vision.</p>
 +
 +<p>His action was completed too late, for the eyes of Simon
 +Girty fell upon him, and, with a loud yell, he left the van of
 +the band, and darted toward the lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>Instantly Okolona, who had witnessed the action of Girty
 +over Mayne’s shoulder, threw himself in the door of skins, for
 +the purpose of protecting his guest.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Back!” he cried, as the painted renegade paused before
 +him, with clubbed rifle. “Co Hago is a Shawnee. He is
 +the son of Alaska.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“He is a white-livered hound!” shrieked Simon Girty.
 +“Stand aside, old man, or I’ll send you hellwards.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Okolona replied with a withering look, and James Girty
 +sprung to his brother’s side.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Kill the old dog!” he whispered in Simon’s ear, and the
 +butt of the rifle descended with crushing force.</p>
 +
 +<p>Okolona saw the action, and received the blow on his arm;
 +but the member could not resist the stroke, and he sunk to
 +the earth a limp lump of senseless and bleeding humanity.</p>
 +
 +<p>With drawn knife, and uttering a fierce oath, Jim Girty
 +darted forward to complete the work his brother had begun,
 +when a blow, administered by Mayne, with a hatchet
 +hastily snatched from a corner of the lodge, sent him to <i lang="la" xml:lang="la">terra
 +firma</i>.</p>
 +
 +<p>Then the young man caught up the wolf, and faced Simon.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Simon Girty,” he cried, determined to sell his life dearly,
 +if sell it he must, “another step will bring my wolf’s teeth in
 +contact with your throat. I am a Shawnee now; as such acknowledged
 +by Tecumseh, who is able to punish the bravest
 +man who harms one of his people.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“If you be Shawnee, curse you!” cried Girty, mechanically
 +shrinking from the flashing eyes of the upreared wolf.
 +“But I must have a white victim. The whites have torn my
 +head open, and I must have white blood.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_85">[85]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>He turned and took in the village at a glance, as his brother
 +scrambled to his feet.</p>
 +
 +<p>At that moment Miantomah, a deposed chief, and a bitter
 +enemy of Jim Girty, stepped to his side, and pointed to the
 +prison lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>“In yonder lodge dwells a pale-face captive,” said Miantomah.
 +“Let the White Chief have her blood.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Simon Girty darted forward, his wicked eyes fastened upon
 +Eudora’s lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>“She’s mine!” yelled James, throwing himself before his
 +mad brother. “Simon, that girl is mine! Touch her upon
 +your peril!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The command was disregarded with an oath, and the enraged
 +Simon threw his brother from him, and continued his
 +vengeful bounds toward the prison lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>Jim Girty was soon on his feet, and his first action was to
 +snatch a rifle from the nearest brave, and level it at his
 +brother!</p>
 +
 +<p>“Die! Simon Girty!” he hissed, as his sight flitted along
 +the glistening barrel.</p>
 +
 +<p>Instantly a sharp report rent the morning air, and, with a
 +shriek, Simon Girty dropped his rifle, and fell forward to the
 +earth, where he lay motionless.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XIX"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XIX</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">A CHANGE IN AFFAIRS.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Jim Girty</span> neither felt nor expressed contrition for his fratricidal
 +deed. With folded arms he gazed calmly, almost triumphantly,
 +upon his fallen brother, whom he believed dead&mdash;pierced
 +through the head by his ball.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I’ll teach you, Simon Girty, how to disobey me!” he at
 +length hissed, in the silence that reigned after the commission
 +of the dark crime. “You are my brother, but I care not for
 +that, though I know that for this act I must fly the Shawnee
 +nation before Tecumseh comes back. Ha! by heavens! did
 +he move?”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_86">[86]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>He thought he detected a movement indicative of returning
 +life in his brother Simon, and, throwing his rifle above his
 +head, he strode forward with the intention of completing the
 +deed of blood.</p>
 +
 +<p>But the movement&mdash;the convulsive action of Simon’s arm&mdash;had
 +been noticed by the savages, and several sprung to his
 +side far in advance of his impetuous brother.</p>
 +
 +<p>The foremost Shawnee, a chief of no mean distinction,
 +jerked the renegade to his feet, and the eyelids parted, to display
 +eyes wandering, like lost comets, in their gory sockets.</p>
 +
 +<p>With clubbed rifle, Jim Girty reached the spot to be hurled
 +to the earth by an Indian, and a moment later he found himself
 +being swiftly borne to the prison lodge, his limbs bound
 +with deer-sinews.</p>
 +
 +<p>He knew that Simon’s heart, like his own, possessed no
 +brotherly feeling, and that when the painted renegade came
 +to his senses, he would wreak his vengeance upon his own
 +lovely captive and himself.</p>
 +
 +<p>On the damp floor of the prison-house Jim Girty found
 +bitter food for reflection, and, with fate against him, he plotted
 +not only his own escape, but the freedom of Eudora Morriston.
 +He possessed many friends in the Shawnee nation;
 +but not so numerous an array as his brother boasted of. For
 +a long time the brothers had vacillated between friendship
 +and strife, and James possessed secret friends who seemed to
 +be active partisans of Simon. His brother was never beyond
 +the vision of his red spies; and what James lacked in strength
 +he gained in cunning.</p>
 +
 +<p>When he heard his guard leave the prison house, he rolled
 +himself to the door, and applied his lips to the crevice between
 +the portal and sill.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Who guards the White Wolf?” he asked in a low tone.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Giangomah, the Black Whirlwind.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Girty’s heart gave an exultant throb.</p>
 +
 +<p>Giangomah had long been his secret friend.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Who guards with Giangomah?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Black Whirlwind is alone,” was the reply.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Where is the White Shawnee?”</p>
 +
 +<p>“He is in his lodge with a crazed head. He will know
 +nothing till to-morrow.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_87">[87]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Jim Girty could not repress an ejaculation of joy.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Then to-night Giangomah will help the White Wolf to
 +escape,” he said.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Yes.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Good! The White Wolf and Giangomah will take the
 +Pale Flower, and fly to the neutral Mingoes.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Giangomah is ready,” responded the chief. “When the
 +stars come out, he will glide to the Pale Flower’s lodge, and
 +kill her guards. Then he will bear her to the White Wolf,
 +and we will fly to the neutral tribe. There the White Shawnee
 +and Tecumseh dare not enter to harm us.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“No!” cried Girty. “Among the Mingoes the Pale Flower
 +shall become the White Wolf’s squaw, and woe unto the
 +White Shawnee<a id="FNanchor_2" href="#Footnote_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> when he crosses his path!”</p>
 +
 +<p>In his lodge Simon Girty raved like a maniac. The ball
 +fired from his brother’s rifle, had plowed a furrow along his
 +temple, and deprived him of reason. Yet his return to a
 +rational state was but a question of time, two days at the
 +furthest; and then he would rise to vengeance against his
 +brother, and his white prisoner.</p>
 +
 +<p>But let us return to Mayne Fairfax and the old Medicine.</p>
 +
 +<p>Simon Girty’s blow broke the old man’s arm, and rendered
 +him unconscious. Mayne Fairfax dragged him into the
 +interior of the medicine lodge, and soon restored him to reason.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The White Shawnee broke Okalona’s arm,” said the aged
 +Indian, examining the injured member; “but the old Medicine
 +is far from the lodge of the Manitou. He will help the
 +King of the Wolves baffle the White Wolf and his brother.
 +Let Co Hago speak, while he binds Okalona’s arm.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The old man threw himself upon his couch, while Mayne
 +proceeded to dress the arm according to the instructions of
 +its owner.</p>
 +
 +<p>In time, the young man told the old Medicine that he desired
 +the liberation of Eudora, and Okalona said that the coming
 +night should witness her freedom.</p>
 +
 +<p>“When darkness comes Co Hago can go and bring Oonalooska
 +and the Lone Man to Okalona’s lodge,” said the Medicine,
 +in conclusion, having been reticent regarding the course
 +of liberation he intended to adopt.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_88">[88]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>No more opportune time than the coming night suggested
 +itself to the young hunter, and the sudden change of affairs
 +caused the fates to appear propitious. With Jim Girty a doomed
 +man in the strong prison-house, and Simon a temporary maniac,
 +Tecumseh absent, and Alaska, the mad queen, calm and
 +unsuspecting, what better time could he have wished?</p>
 +
 +<p>From Okalona’s lodge he returned to the double wigwam,
 +from the door of which, Alaska had witnessed the startling
 +scenes just narrated.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Co Hago is worthy to be king of the wolves,” she cried,
 +throwing her arms around Mayne’s neck. “Alaska saw him
 +face the White Shawnee; but she did not go to his side with
 +her children, for she saw that he would fight nobly, and conquer
 +the bad white brothers.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Mayne smiled at her words, and entered the lodge.</p>
 +
 +<p>She followed, and threw herself upon the couch.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Does Alaska know the Lone Man?” asked the young hunter,
 +recollecting the emotion and singular words of the hermit
 +when he parted with him on the knoll, the preceding night.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Lone Man is as a star to Alaska,” was the strange reply;
 +“she can see him, but her arms are too short.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The reply furnished food for the young man’s reflection.</p>
 +
 +<p>It was evident to him, at least, that Alaska had known
 +Hewitt in times when insanity was a stranger to her poor
 +brain; but now, memory served her not&mdash;memory had deserted
 +her with reason; but at intervals, as the reader has seen in
 +the course of our romance, memory revisited her; but these
 +visits were as fleeting as a sunbeam.</p>
 +
 +<p>Again and again Mayne questioned her regarding the hermit,
 +and her replies served to strengthen his belief, as given
 +above. Perhaps she was the hermit’s wife, at least he thought
 +that Hewitt half believed and feared thus, and an inward
 +monitor told him that the coming night would behold the
 +lifting of mystery’s curtain.</p>
 +
 +<p>But he never dreamed the true and terrible revealment of
 +that mystery.</p>
 +
 +<p>He remained in the double wigwam until the dawn of twilight,
 +when he left it unquestioned by Alaska.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_89">[89]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Instead of making his way toward the knoll, where Oonalooska
 +and the hermit awaited, with mingled anxiety and impatience,
 +his appearance, he sauntered toward Eudora’s prison.
 +Before the door sat the two guards, indulging one of their
 +passions by gambling with little pebbles, after the sportive
 +manner of American children, in the game called “Hull-gull
 +handful.” The Indians were oblivious to all surrounding objects,
 +and therefore the young man glided to the rear of the
 +lodge unnoticed.</p>
 +
 +<p>In a few words he acquainted Eudora with the plans, so
 +far as he knew them, of rescue, and the maiden clasped her
 +hands and prayed for the success of the attempt.</p>
 +
 +<p>It made Mayne Fairfax happy to fill her heart with hope,
 +and, elate with anticipated triumph, he left her, and hurried
 +toward the knoll.</p>
 +
 +<p>A few minutes later he stood before the twain, and without
 +accident the trio gained the old Medicine’s lodge.</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XX"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XX</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE BLOODY MEETING.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">The</span> flying moments seemed endless to Eudora Morriston, who
 +sat in her lodge waiting for the coming of her rescuers.</p>
 +
 +<p>Hour after hour flitted past, and the fearful captive listened
 +in vain for her lover’s step. The two guards, tired of
 +gambling, stood like statues before the birchen portals of the
 +strong wigwam, their ears catching every sound, and their vigilant
 +eyes noting every dark form that crossed their line of
 +vision.</p>
 +
 +<p>At last a footfall greeted her ear but it was not her lover’s.</p>
 +
 +<p>His well-known tread she could not mistake for another’s,
 +and, wondering who approached she moved to the door, and
 +peered through a crevice upon the scenes beneath the stars.</p>
 +
 +<p>She saw the form of an Indian nearing the guards. <ins class="corr" id="tn89" title="Transcriber’s Note—“He made no pretentions” changed to “He made no pretensions”.">He made no pretensions</ins>
 +to stealth, for he walked erect, and when near the lodge, one of the
 +guards demanded his mission.</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_90">[90]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>“I am Giangomah, the Black Whirlwind,” he answered, with
 +much pomposity. “I have a message for the ear of Chabaro.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Chabaro hastened eagerly forward, but Giangomah waved
 +him back.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Let Chabaro not desert his post,” he said, advancing, with
 +his right hand hidden from sight, in an unsuspicious manner.</p>
 +
 +<p>The guard resumed his post.</p>
 +
 +<p>Eudora’s heart beat high, for she doubted not that Giangomah
 +was Mayne’s red friend sent by him to deliver her.</p>
 +
 +<p>Giangomah walked to Chabaro, and placed his lips to the
 +listening ear. Then, with the unexampled rapidity of thought,
 +his hand flew from beneath his blanket, and a knife glided
 +noiselessly into the guard’s side. Not a groan, not a gasp, escaped
 +the lips of the stricken Shawnee, and while he was sliding
 +from Giangomah’s grip, the second sentinel felt a hand upon
 +his throat. Useless, on the sentry’s part, was the brief struggle
 +that followed, for Giangomah’s gory knife cleft his heart,
 +and he sunk to the earth&mdash;dead.</p>
 +
 +<p>Seeing the action, Eudora burst the door open, and stepped
 +beyond the threshold.</p>
 +
 +<p>“I am here, Giangomah,” she said. “Oh, how brave you are!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The savage was taken aback by her action, but soon recovered
 +his composure. He stood the dead savage against the
 +lodge, and, taking Eudora’s hand, hurried from the scene.</p>
 +
 +<p>Believing that she was being conducted to her lover, the
 +girl did not speak, as she was being hurried through the village,
 +and suddenly Giangomah paused before the prison hut.</p>
 +
 +<p>Then Eudora, wondering at the halt executed in such a
 +strange place, was about to question the chief, when a figure
 +crept from the shade of the building. It was habited in Indian
 +costume, and she was about to whisper her lover’s name,
 +when the figure revealed itself. <em>Jim Girty!</em></p>
 +
 +<p>Involuntarily a shriek bubbled to her lips; but the Renegade
 +stifled it with his hand, ere it grew into life.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Girl, I am saving your life,” he whispered, in her ear.
 +“When my brother comes to his senses he will kill you and
 +me, too. We must fly to the Mingoes.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Never, Jim Girty,” said Eudora, firmly. “Murderer of
 +my parents, I will not fly with you, even though it be to a
 +place of safety. Help!”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_91">[91]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>Loud and clear that cry rung through the Indian village,
 +and an instant later the tramp of feet was heard.</p>
 +
 +<p>Maddened beyond control, the renegade drew his hatchet,
 +and caught Eudora’s arm as the weapon was raised above his
 +head.</p>
 +
 +<p>There was the flash of murder in his blood-shot eyes, and
 +he grated his fiendish intention through clenched teeth.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Girl, they are here!” he cried, as hurrying forms loomed
 +up between him and the gray lodges. “My brother’s captive
 +you become&mdash;but a captive reft of life!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The tomahawk trembled on the eve of a deadly descent,
 +when a dark, limp object left the hands of the foremost of
 +the advancing band, and the renegade was hurled back by
 +the stroke.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Mine!” cried a plumed person, springing to Eudora, and
 +drawing her to his heart.</p>
 +
 +<p>It was Mayne Fairfax!</p>
 +
 +<p>“No words!” cried the hermit, seizing the young man’s
 +arm. “The river! the river! Her cry has roused some
 +braves!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The young hunter caught the girl in his arms, and turned
 +to the right, to behold a dozen forms sweeping down upon
 +them.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Save your lives!” cried Eudora, seeing the imminent danger.
 +“They dare not harm me, and your second attempt at
 +rescue will prove successful.”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Never!” cried Fairfax, throwing himself before Eudora,
 +while he drew a hatchet from his belt. “We can not escape
 +if we would. If captured, instant and disgraceful death
 +await us. We will fight!”</p>
 +
 +<p>The last word still trembled on Mayne’s lips when the
 +Medicine’s rifle cracked, and the foremost savage sunk to the
 +earth, where he writhed in the agonies of death. Okolona’s
 +shot was answered by Oonalooska’s rifle, and a second Shawnee’s
 +life went out in death. Then the band closed around
 +the little party, who drew nearer Eudora, for the purpose of
 +shielding her from the blows that fell on every side like
 +rain.</p>
 +
 +<p>Jim Girty had gained his feet, and was foremost in the
 +conflict. If he could drive his hatchet to Eudora’s brain he<span class="pagenum" id="Page_92">[92]</span>
 +could seek safety in flight, and thus avoid his brother’s vengeance.</p>
 +
 +<p>The white party, being armed with guns, kept the savages
 +at arm’s length, for the Indians fought with tomahawks and
 +knives, which now and then were hurled at the brave defenders.</p>
 +
 +<p>Every moment added to the numbers of the Indians, and
 +the extermination of the defenders was but a question of time,
 +in their eyes.</p>
 +
 +<p>Never was such a gallant fight made in Shawnee village.</p>
 +
 +<p>Suddenly a yell very near the combatants rent the air,
 +and a dark object came whirling through the atmosphere,
 +and fell upon the breast of a stalwart Shawnee.</p>
 +
 +<p>It was a wolf!</p>
 +
 +<p>Another quickly followed. Its claws laid bare the renegade’s
 +cheek, as it whizzed past his head, to fall upon a brave,
 +in his rear.</p>
 +
 +<p>The Wolf-Queen had taken part in the battle!</p>
 +
 +<p>The noise of the strife roused her from refreshing slumber.
 +A glance proved Fairfax’s couch empty, and with her
 +wolfish guard yelling at her heels, for already they scented
 +Indian blood, she bounded toward the startling scene.</p>
 +
 +<p>Her wild eye fell upon Fairfax, shielding Eudora with his
 +form, and her wolves were sent into the midst of her enemies.</p>
 +
 +<p>Jim Girty shrieked with pain, at the work of the wolf’s
 +claws, and, with an oath, he darted upon Alaska, whose eye
 +caught his action.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Curse you, mad woman!” he hissed. “No longer shall
 +you baffle me!” and, as she sent the fourth wolf from her
 +hands, his hatchet went whizzing through the air.</p>
 +
 +<p>The renegade saw the mad queen stagger forward, as the
 +wolf’s teeth sunk into his own throat, and he fell to the earth
 +insensible, with the mad animal drinking his blood.</p>
 +
 +<p>Scarce had the battle between Alaska and the renegade
 +ended, when a loud whoop broke from the forest that crowned
 +the hills that bounded the village on the north, and down
 +among the lodges swarmed a large band of savages, with Tecumseh
 +at their head.</p>
 +
 +<p>Like a whirlwind the great sachem of the Shawnees sprung<span class="pagenum" id="Page_93">[93]</span>
 +among the combatants, and his voice was distinctly heard
 +above the din of conflict:</p>
 +
 +<p>“Back!” he cried, thrusting the foremost brave from him.
 +“Back, warriors! Tecumseh speaks!” and his tomahawk
 +towered threateningly above his head.</p>
 +
 +<p>His command, freighted with mystery to his warriors, was
 +instantly obeyed; and he threw himself between the brave
 +little band and the battled red-skins.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Tecumseh returns from the war-path with many scalps!”
 +he said, addressing the Indians. “A pale-face saved Tecumseh’s
 +life when a mad white squaw sought it, and Tecumseh
 +swore to free every white prisoner in the Shawnee village.
 +If the red-men want blood, let them take Tecumseh’s.”</p>
 +
 +<p>A loud shout greeted the conclusion of the chief’s speech,
 +and he turned to the hermit:</p>
 +
 +<p>“The pale-faces are free,” he said. “Tecumseh’s tongue
 +is not forked.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Hewitt, covered with wounds, grasped the Sachem’s hand.</p>
 +
 +<p>“The Lone Man will never forget Tecumseh,” he said, and
 +then he glided to the side of the Wolf-Queen.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Must my doubts remain undissipated?” he cried, as he
 +knelt over the mad one.</p>
 +
 +<p>No.</p>
 +
 +<p>A convulsion passed over the woman’s frame, and her lids
 +unclosed.</p>
 +
 +<p>Instantly the hermit noticed a great change&mdash;a new light&mdash;in
 +her eyes.</p>
 +
 +<p>Reason, so long lost, had returned!</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oh, God! I thank thee for this moment!” he cried, as
 +her eyes fell upon him. “I shall know all now!”</p>
 +
 +<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop" />
 +
 +<div class="chapter">
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_94">[94]</span></p>
 +
 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XXI"><span class="gesperrt">CHAPTER XXI</span>.<br />
 +<span class="fs70">THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS.</span></h2>
 +</div>
 +
 +<p><span class="smcap">Yes</span>, at last, reason had resumed its throne, and Alaska
 +was no longer the “mad queen of the Shawnees.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Torches enabled her to gaze long and deeply into the hermit’s
 +face, before her lips parted to utter his name:</p>
 +
 +<p>“William!”</p>
 +
 +<p>He started, and bent nearer her face.</p>
 +
 +<p>The renegade’s hatchet had brought reason back to its own,
 +even as a blow had hurled that peerless queen from her
 +throne.</p>
 +
 +<p>She had forgotten the wild life she had led; and when her
 +eyes fell upon her wolves, a shudder crept over her frame,
 +and she motioned for the animals to be removed from her
 +sight.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oh! William, I am so glad that you have returned,” she
 +continued. “He did not die&mdash;my brother, whom some bad
 +man shot through the window of our cabin.”</p>
 +
 +<p>The hermit’s face lighted up into a joyful smile, and he
 +murmured:</p>
 +
 +<p>“Her brother! Oh, God, I thank thee that I am not a
 +murderer!”</p>
 +
 +<p>“Where is my boy&mdash;my Edgar?” and her eyes wandered
 +around, as though they were searching for a particular object.</p>
 +
 +<p>At length they fell upon Mayne.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Edgar!” she cried, stretching forth her hands. “Come
 +to me.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Unable to speak, the young hunter advanced.</p>
 +
 +<p>“William, this is our boy,” she said, taking our hero’s
 +hands, and looking up at Hewitt. “Long I waited for your
 +return, William; but you came not. At last I resolved to go
 +to Richmond, where I thought you were detained. I took
 +our boy&mdash;a little babe&mdash;to Ronald Fairfax, and told him to
 +keep him till I should return. Then, all alone, I plunged
 +into the wilderness, but soon the Shawnees circled around me,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_95">[95]</span>
 +and I was a prisoner. While they were conducting me to
 +the village I tried to escape, but a chief struck me with his
 +tomahawk, and then all was dark. Oh, William, how long
 +have I been in darkness? You are so old now, and our Edgar
 +a man!”</p>
 +
 +<p>“For twenty years, Agnes, you have lived among the
 +Shawnees, reft of reason,” whispered Hewitt.</p>
 +
 +<p>A shudder crept to the woman’s heart.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Twenty years a maniac! My God!” she cried. “Oh,
 +William, speak not to me of that time. I would forget it.
 +Let us leave this horrid place.”</p>
 +
 +<p>Almost unassisted, she gained her feet, and Tecumseh bade
 +the hermit conduct her to his beaded lodge, while the chief
 +chivalrously occupied a meaner one near by.</p>
 +
 +<p>The hours of that night were sacred to the reunited trio;
 +and beyond earshot a band of warriors encircled the beaded
 +wigwam.</p>
 +
 +<p>Tecumseh would keep his vow.</p>
 +
 +<p>During the late war-expedition the knife of a vengeful mother
 +struck at his heart; but the intervention of a white prisoner,
 +whom he liberated, saved his life.</p>
 +
 +<p>When the Indians saw the whites beyond the portals of
 +the chief’s lodge, they returned to the bloody spot for the
 +purpose of attending to the wounded and the dead.</p>
 +
 +<p>The wolves had deserted Jim Girty, and during the absence
 +of Tecumseh’s band, one of his spies had borne his insensible
 +form to the river, where they entered a boat, and the
 +spy rowed away. After much suffering the renegade recovered,
 +and remained from the sight of his brother Simon
 +the remainder of his life.</p>
 +
 +<p>While the savages were attending to the wounded, a groan
 +rose from a dark form on the earth. It grew into a death-song.</p>
 +
 +<p>“Oonalooska is near the great waters! Oonalooska’s dream
 +was from spirit land! Now let Oonalooska die, for he has
 +seen the Lone Man find his long-lost squaw and pappoose.
 +Oonalooska is not afraid to die. Tecumseh can not torture
 +him now, ha! ha! ha!” and thus, stoically&mdash;proud of having
 +cheated his enemies, the soul of the bravest chief of the Shawnee
 +tribe stepped upon the “trail of death.”</p>
 +
 +<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_96">[96]</span></p>
 +
 +<p>When morning came Tecumseh tenderly bade the whites
 +farewell, and a band of trusty warriors escorted them to Chillicothe.</p>
 +
 +<p>Thence they set out for Virginia, and Edgar Hewitt&mdash;Mayne
 +Fairfax no longer&mdash;presented his long-lost parents to those
 +who had been a father and mother to him from childhood to
 +manly years.</p>
 +
 +<p>A month after the happy reunion in the wood, Edgar wedded
 +the beautiful girl who had led him to a father and a
 +mother in the wilderness, and not far from Fairfax Manor
 +arose a stately mansion, where the quartette peacefully and
 +pleasantly passed the remaining days of life.</p>
 +
 +<p>To this day eleven miles south of Chillicothe on the Portsmouth
 +road is still to be seen the cave occupied by the hermit
 +for many years, and over it stands a monument, erected to his
 +memory by the people of Ross county, Ohio.</p>
 +
 +<p>The subsequent life of Tecumseh, and his brother, the
 +Prophet, are too well known to be rehearsed here. Often, in
 +disguise, the great chief visited the home of the Hewitts, whose
 +salt he ate with welcome; but suddenly his visits ceased&mdash;he
 +lay dead before Colonel Johnson.</p>
 +
 +<p>A few years subsequent to the incidents related in the foregoing
 +pages, Simon Girty met the doom he richly deserved.
 +In Proctor’s defeat he was literally ground to atoms by Johnson’s
 +mounted men. James, too, fell beneath the arm of
 +white avengers; while Giangomah, his tool, fell beside his
 +chief at the battle of the Thames.</p>
 +
 +<p>After his son’s death, Okolona, the old Medicine, fled to the
 +neutral Mingoes, where he died a natural death. It was upon
 +his ears, that Eudora’s shriek first fell, while he and the rescuing
 +party stood, horror-stricken, before the empty lodge, and
 +its murdered guards.</p>
 +
 +<p>And now, reader, having seen mystery unraveled, the actions
 +of wicked men result in good, and the triumph of right, in a
 +startling drama of the forest, we lay aside the pen, hoping
 +soon to renew it for the record of other scenes.</p>
 +
 +
 +<p class="pfs80 p4">THE END.</p>
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 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. &nbsp;1&mdash;Hawkeye Harry, the Young Trapper Ranger.</span> By Oll Coomes.</td>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 26&mdash;The Black Ship.</span> By John S. Warner.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. &nbsp;2&mdash;Dead Shot</span>; or, The White Vulture. By Albert W. Aiken.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 27&mdash;Single Eye, the Scourge.</span> By Warren St. John.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. &nbsp;3&mdash;The Boy Miners</span>; or The Enchanted Island. By Edward S. Ellis.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 28&mdash;Indian Jim.</span> A Tale of the Minnesota Massacre. By Edward S. Ellis.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. &nbsp;4&mdash;Blue Dick</span>; or, The Yellow Chief’s Vengeance. By Capt. Mayne Reid.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 29&mdash;The Scout.</span> By Warren St. John.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. &nbsp;5&mdash;Nat Wolfe</span>; or, The Gold-Hunters. By Mrs. M. V. Victor.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 30.&mdash;Eagle Eye.</span> By W. J. Hamilton.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. &nbsp;6&mdash;The White Tracker</span>; or, The Panther of the Plains. By Edward S. Ellis.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 31&mdash;The Mystic Canoe.</span> A Romance of a Hundred Years Ago. By Edward S. Ellis.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. &nbsp;7&mdash;The Outlaw’s Wife</span>; or, The Valley Ranche. By Mrs. Ann S. Stephens.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 32&mdash;The Golden Harpoon</span>; or, Lost Among the Floes. By Roger Starbuck.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. &nbsp;8&mdash;The Tall Trapper</span>; or, The Flower of the Blackfeet. By Albert W. Aiken.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 33&mdash;The Scalp King.</span> By Lieut. Ned Hunter.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. &nbsp;9&mdash;Lightning Jo, the Terror of the Santa Fe Trail.</span> By Capt. Adams.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 34&mdash;Old Lute, the Indian-fighter</span>; or, The Den in the Hills. By E. W. Archer.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 10&mdash;The Inland Pirate.</span> A Tale of the Mississippi. By Captain Mayne Reid.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 35&mdash;Rainbolt, the Ranger</span>; or, The Ærial Demon of the Mountain. By Oll Coomes.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 11&mdash;The Boy Ranger</span>; or, The Heiress of the Golden Horn. By Oll Coomes.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 36&mdash;The Boy Pioneer.</span> By Edward S. Ellis.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 12&mdash;Bess, the Trapper.</span> A Tale of the Far South-west. By Edward S. Ellis.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 37&mdash;Carson, the Guide</span>; or, the Perils of the Frontier. By Lieut. J. H. Randolph.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 13&mdash;The French Spy</span>; or, The Fall of Montreal. By W. J. Hamilton.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 38&mdash;The Heart Eater</span>; or, The Prophet of the Hollow Hill. By Harry Hazard.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 14&mdash;Long Shot</span>; or, The Dwarf Guide. By Capt. Comstock.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 39&mdash;Wetzel, the Scout</span>; or, The Captives of the Wilderness. By Boynton Belknap, M. D.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 15&mdash;The Gunmaker of the Border.</span> By James L. Bowen.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 41&mdash;Wild Nat, the Trapper.</span> By Paul Prescott.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 16&mdash;Red Hand</span>; or, The Channel Scourge. By A. G. Piper.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 42&mdash;Lynx-cap</span>; or, The Sioux Track. By Paul Bibbs.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 17&mdash;Ben, the Trapper</span>; or, The Mountain Demon. By Maj. Lewis W. Carson.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 43&mdash;The White Outlaw</span>, <em>or</em>, The Bandit Brigand. By Harry Hazard.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 18&mdash;Wild Raven, the Ranger</span>; or, The Missing Guide. By Oll Coomes.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 44&mdash;The Dog Trailer.</span> By Frederick Dewey.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 19&mdash;The Specter Chief</span>; or, The Indian’s Revenge. By Seelin Robins.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 45&mdash;The Elk King.</span> By Capt. Chas. Howard.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 20&mdash;The B’ar-Killer</span>; or, The Long Trail. By Capt. Comstock.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 46&mdash;Adrian, the Pilot.</span> By Col. Prentiss Ingraham.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 21&mdash;Wild Nat</span>; or, The Cedar Swamp Brigade. By Wm. R. Eyster.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 47&mdash;The Man-hunter.</span> By Maro O. Rolfe.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 22&mdash;Indian Jo, the Guide.</span> By Lewis W. Carson.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 48&mdash;The Phantom Tracker.</span> By Frederick Dewey. Ready.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 23&mdash;Old Kent, the Ranger.</span> By Edward S. Ellis.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 49&mdash;Moccasin Bill.</span> By Paul Bibbs. Ready May 9th.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 24&mdash;The One-Eyed Trapper.</span> By Capt. Comstock.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 50&mdash;The Wolf Queen.</span> By Captain Charles Howard. Ready.</td>
 +</tr>
 +<tr>
 +<td class="tdlb"><span class="bold">No. 25&mdash;Godbold, the Spy.</span> A Tale of Arnold’s Treason. By N. C. Iron.</td>
 +<td class="tdl"><span class="bold">No. 51&mdash;Tom Hawk, the Trailer.</span> By Lewis Jay Swift. Ready June 6th.</td>
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 +<h2 class="nobreak" id="FOOTNOTES">FOOTNOTES:</h2>
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 +<div class="footnote">
 +<p><a id="Footnote_1" href="#FNanchor_1" class="label">[1]</a> The Shawnees called the Ohio river <em>Kiskepila</em> Sepe, <em>i. e.</em>, Eagle river.</p>
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 +<p><a id="Footnote_2" href="#FNanchor_2" class="label">[2]</a> Simon Girty was often called the White Shawnee by the Indians.</p>
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