THE RED STORM
Or the Days of Daniel Boone
By JOE.L
CHAPTER XVI.
A hurried consultation was now hold
among the veteran woodsmen, to deter
mine what should be done. Some sug
gested that a party of picked men should
advance with axes, burst in the door
and meet the savages face to face. But
a young man by the name of Keynolds
proposed a plan which appeared most
practicable. It was this: One party was
to remain in the building where they
were, another advance to make an as
sault upon the door of the structure held
in possession by the Indians, while a
third would attempt to gain an entrance
by running along the roofs of the inter
vening cabins and effect their object
through the same aperture by which the
enemy had found access.
This scheme aDoeared verv feasible.
for the party remaining could protect
tne party upon the roof from the fire of
the enemy outside the works; and the
third Dartv. nmkinf? n simiiltnnenna at
tack upon the door, would divert the
enemy, giving them two points to defend
instead of one.
This measure was so well planned and
conducted that it was crowned by com
plete success, and every Indian within
the block hnnse was slnin.
The struggle after the parties entered
tne building was brief, but sanguinary,
and the shouts of victory in one block
house were answered by shouts of joy
from the other. The pioneers now had
possession of their works; but the victory
was by no means complete, for the
frightful yells of hundreds of savages
tinea tne wide forests with dreadful
echoes, and blanched the cheeks of worn
en and children. Wives and mothers
thought of the husbands they had lost
by the hatchet, by the well-sped ball, by
the knife, or th more linffprinir rlonth nf
torture. Fair young maidens thought of
tneir lovers, and little children clasped
their mothers' knees in terror, their tiny
hands trembling with indescrihahle fenr.
The red sun came and shone upon
many pale faces at Boonesborough. The
firing ceased on both sides.
"You observe, men," said Boone, "that
the Indians fire indiscriminately at our
fort and waste much powder and lead;
but we must not follow their example,
for ammunition is worth much more to
us than gold or silver; it is more pre
cious than diamond dust. Fire only
when you see a mak, and the noisy,
bragging rascals will soon keep at a
distance. I know well the worth of am
munition, for I passed weary months
alone in this wilderness, while my broth
er performed a long and dangerous jour
ney to North Carolina for a fresh sup
ply. The time, during his absence, often
hung heavily on my hands. I was sur
rounded by those who continually sought
my life, and ior purposes of safety
changed my camping ground every night.
You may depend upon it, I wasted no
powder during that period. That expe
rience taught me a lesson of prudence
I shall never forget."
"I want to speak a word to you pri
vately," said Logston, making signs to
the captain to follow. "I think I've seen
that French feller.",
"What makes you think so?" asked
the other.
"Because I saw a face that looked like
his, notwithstanding the paint that had
been laid on it. I was loading my rifle
at the time, and afore I got ready to
fire he had disappeared. So you can rely
on it, he's among the critters, helpin'
them on in their mischief."
"It does not seem possible, at first,
that a man who has received so much
kindness at our hands can be so villain
ously ungrateful and treacherous. Watch
for him, Logston, and if you can see him
or any one that looks like him, be sure
to cover him with your rifle," said
Boone.
"I'll do it! May I be trodden to death
by wild buffaloes if I don't!" exclaimed
Joel, with energy.
The latter and the captain were soon
Joined by others, and a very important
subject was discussed. As it was evident
that the station would be besiefied.lt was
necessary that they should be supplied
with water. The spring was situated in
the rear of the fortifications. There was
a well-beaten path leading to it, and
the same for a long distance was sur
rounded by rank grass and weeds, in
which they had good reason to suppose a
large body of Indians had secreted them
selves. To do without water was out
pf the question.
"I have studied the habits of the sav
ages for many years," observed Mr.
Fleming, "and I believe that I know
something of their cunning. If our men
go or water they will surely be fired
upon, and many of them must inevitably
be slain."
"I think that female wit can free you
from this dilemma," said Matilda Flem
ing, with blushing cheeks. "It shall be
our duty, then, to go to the spring and
procura water. 1 4 we go calmly, they
will naturally conclude that their am
busendu Cs not discovered, and will not
fire, but wait, thinking that the next time
some of the me:i will take our places,
seeing that we were urt molested."
"Yes, we will go!" exclaimed Eliza
beth Boone and Eliza Ballard.
"You are brave gals," said Joel Log
ston. "The plan Is a good and Judicious
one," observed Mrs. Boone, and Mrs.
Fleming, and all the females said the
same.
After the objections made by the men
had been successfully overruled by the
ROBINSON
women, the plan was put Into operation.
In a short time the latter appeared with
pails, resolved to sacrifice themselves, if
the occasion demanded, for those they
loved. The gates were opened by unwill
ing hands, the devoted and brave women
passed out, and the gallant defenders
of Boonesborough gazed after them with
Intense anxiety.
It was a moment fraught with deep
and painful interest. It was observed
that Joel Logston kept his eyes fixed
upon the comely figure of Eliza Ballard,
and watched her retreating form with
pale cheeks.
m can guess your thoughts, Joel,"
said Daniel Boone, In a low voice. "You
are wishing that you could Interpose
your own person between her and the
deadly shafts of the lurking enemy."
"Right, sir, right!" exclaimed Log
ston, grasping the captains hand,
"Heaven knows I would risk my life for
her without a single fear."
When Joel had ceased speaking, the
parties had reached the spot where the
cool waters gushed up from the eartht
and sparkled pleasantly in the morning
sun.
CHAPTER XVII.
Ballard, after parting with Kenton
and Norwood, struck out Into the forest
In a southeastern direction, leaving the
Kentucky river a little to the left. The
scout was In ill humor, for he was fully
persuaded in his own mind that Allan
was a person to disarrange and foil the
most skillfully devised plans that experi
enced woodcraft could contrive.
"He's a green hand," he muttered to
himself. "He's a stumblin' block In my
way. I don't want to be in such com
pany; I want men who have walked up
and down this great country as I have,
when there was a painted cre'tur' behind
every bush, and no man could safely
say his life was his own for the next
three seconds. He won't never get back
to Boonesborough with a whole skin.
Sumthin' in the course of natur' will nat
erally break."
Having arrived at this stage, and to
him self-evident conclusion, the scout
paused to deliberate on the object of his
present mission. In a short time he
moved on again, decided upon some par
ticular course of action. He traversed
beautiful woodlands, lying in uniform
and graceful swells, where the wild
grape vines mounted gigantic trees,
where innumerable flowers breathed
their perfume to the balmy air.
It was near the hour of sunset when
Ballard reached the hills. The forester
was thirsty and looked about for water.
Hearing the murmur of a rivulet, he
advanced In that direction and discovered
a small stream gushing from the hills. .
Thinking to find cooler and more re
freshing waters nearer the source of the
spring, he followed the streamlet. He
soon perceived that it flowed from one
of the highest of the range of hills, the
sides of which were nearly perpendicu
lar. As the scout threw himself down
to drink, he observed that the ground
about the spot seemed considerably trod
den. He instantly examined this ap
pearance more particularly and was
convinced that human feet had recently
pressed the soil; and not merely on one
or two occasions, but so often that a
tolerably well-defined path was discern
able. Having satisfied his thirst, Bal
lard discovered that the water gushed
from an open space In the hillside, a few
steps beyond, and the spot was over
grown with grapevines and hazel, while
the slight footpath tended in that di
rection was lost.
The scout approached the place and,
pulling away the vines, perceived, much
to his surprise, the mouth of a small
cave. Having gazed into the dark and
forbidding aperture until his eyes had
become in some measure accustomed to
the darkness, he entered the subterra
nean abode. He groped his way along
until he reached a place where he could
stand erect. He was straining his pow
ers of vision to the utmost, when he was
prostrated by a heavy blow upon his
head. Before the scout had fairly recov
ered his senses his hands and feet were
securely bound.
"Come In," said a gruff voice. "I've
got him where he can't do no mischief.
Come in and kindle a fire, and let us see
who we've caught."
Ballard turned his eyes toward the
mouth of the cave, and saw two females
glide In. They passed the spot where
he was lying, and one of them lighted a
pile of fagots that had been previously
prepared, and heaped against a large
rock with a cleft at the top which al
lowed the smoke to pass out.
The flames leaped up cheerfully, and
flung a ruddy glare of light upon the
features of the scout. The indiivdual
who had knocked hira down and bound
him, stood by like a surly mastiff, who,
having conquered his adversary, stands
by to give him an additional shake, if
necessary.
"It's Ballard!" he exclaimed, when
the scout's features were revealed by
the firelight.
"You shouldn't knock a man down
without an introduction," said the spy,
coolly.
"So you've tracked me at last," said
the man.
"I reckon I have," returned the scout,
"and would like to track my way back
again."
"You've made the last tracks you'll
ever make I" cried the other, fiercely.
I "I knew something would break," an
swered Ballard.
1 "Ynn'vft hirtlcpn head nlrwiilv.
,v U -
and it's my opinion you'll get a brokon
. l ii. ...1.1. Al.t-
noun uuiure you get luruugu wuu mis
business," retorted the man.
"I have a notion your name Is Me
Kee, the bosom friend of that villainous
piece of human uutur' called Silas Glr
ty," said the scout.
"Draw it mild or I may make an ond
of you on the spot," answered McKeo
savacolv. "Y,. lmv nhvavg hoen n miv
on our movements, and your death has
oeen resolved on for a long time. Ulrty
and I have 'been after you for many
weeks."
"Thank ye," gald Ballard.
"Glrty will be here in the morning,"
resumed McKee.
"I should rather have seen hlra yes
terday morning," observed ihe scout,
honestly.
"No doubt no doubt!" returned Mc
Kee, with a sinister grin.
Ballard felt little Inclination to con
tinue the conversation so uninteresting,
and accordingly turned his attention to
ward the two females. The elder of the
two was obvloimlv of the Indian rnr.
while the younger was evidently her
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uuSiuer. liotii were ciaa in the cos
tume of savage life. The younger was
about 18 years of age, and though a
half-breed remarkably handsome. The
scout watched her movements with In
creasing Interest, for he fancied he read
Indications of pity and sympathy in her
countenance, while her dark eyes and
rosy cheeks made a deep impression on
his bachelor heart.
During the preparatlon'of the evening
meal he did not cease to follow her ev
ery motion with his eyes. When Mc
Kee had finished his supper in sullen si
lence Ballard was removed to another
portion of the cavern, and additional
means of security made use of. Having
accomplished this business satisfactorily,
the renegade whispered a few words to
his wife and left the place.
"Now," thought Ballard, "Is my time
to devise some method of escape. If
McKee brings Silas Girty here I shall
certainly be killed; so I must see what
can be done." '
The scout had in his pocket a bottle
of pretty good whisky a beverage of
which the Indians were exceedingly fond
and he resolved to try Its virtues upon
Mrs. McKee. He instantly informed her
of the fact that a bottle of strong water
was deposited in the pocket of his hunt
ing shirt.
This Information seemed to have a
very cheerful effect upon the tawny
spouse, and she proceeded with consider
able alacrity to take the coveted treas
ure from the woodsman's pocket.
The daughter said nothing, nor Indi
cated by word or look any interest in
the matter. She sat by the fire absorbed
in thought, and Ballard began to fear
that she had entirely forgotten that such
a person as himself was in the vicinity,
or had an existence anywhere.
"Too pretty too orettv!" ho wiM tn
himself, "to be In uch a place as this,
ana surrounded by such Influences."
Meantime Mrs. McKee tasted the
whisky, and liked it so well that she
tasted again, repeating the operation
with marvelous alacritv and ovorv lcn
of enjoyment .. She soon grew talkative,
and offered the young woman some of
the beverage, but she refused it with
strong manifestations of reniurnnn
which raised her greatly In the scout's
estimation. Mrs. McKee s utterances
grew thick and her conversation Incoher
ent She finally sank upon the earthen
floor, completely overpowered.
"Innis," said the scout, for he had
heard her called hv that name, "dnn't
you think it would look better for me to
be up ana walking about than to be
here?"
The maiden glanced toward her moth
er, but made no reply.
"It's hard to die at mv time of life."
added Ballard.
Innis, sighing, fixed her gaze upon the
fire.
"I've not a mother and sister nt
Boonesborough," continued the scout
-remaps tneyn weep tor you," re
plied Innis.
"But I'd rather save them the trou
ble," he rejoined.
"What have you done to offend my
father?" asked Innis.
"I reckon I haven't done anything to
offend an honest man."
"I am very unhaDnv." added the maid
en. "I know that the young woman at
Boonesborough and the other stations
know more than I do. They have friends
to care for and Instruct them, while I
lead this ignorant and half savage life."
"You must go to Boonesborough and
live, and nerannriA vnur fnfhor in bft nn
honest man," answered the scout kindly.
1 must set you at liberty before my
father comes," she added.
"God bless you," said the scout.
Innis McKee nnnrnflfhari Rallnrd And
with her father's hunting knife severed
his bonds, and he sprang lightly to his
feet.
(To lie continued.)
The Bent He Could Say.
"Oh, George," said Mrs. Newliwed,
as her hubby lighted his post-prandial
cigar, "I must tell you my little secret
I prepared this dinner all by myself.
What did you think of it?"
"Well, my dear," replied the mean
thing, "the nuts and raisins weren't
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Reciprocity.
Ticking up a paper, the caller ask
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"Not exactly," replied the would-be
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On swept the little red automobile
that was built for two.
"You you seem so quiet," whis
pered the beautiful girl, anxiously. "Is
there anything about this uiuehiiie
that is broken?"
"Yes," hissed the tall man at her
side, bitterly. "My heart."
Feeling remorseful at having Jilted
him so cruelly the beautiful girl lean
ed over and added:
"Cheer up, George! If your heart is
really broken we can stop at a repair
shop."
"Nonsense! What kind of a repair
shop could mend a broken heart?"
"Why, the parsonage, George!"
Twenty minutes luter the "repair
shop" was renched.
As It Often Huppena,
When our hero did his courting In the
golden long ago,
He declared that her small fingers never
real toil should know.
He'd protect those dainty digits; he would
labor like a Turk,
And he'd never, never let her do a thing
that smacked of work.
For some six or seven winters have the
twain been married now.
But throughout them all our hero has
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True, he lets her 'tend the furnace, lets
her carry in the coal.
But no real work. Good gracious! That
would jar bis tender soul.
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"My baby," said the husband of n
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"Indeed!" exclaimed the friend of
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"The nurse girl thoughtlessly left It
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hour," explained the husband and
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by a golf bull. The force of the blow,
1 says a writer In the New York World,
j almost knocked him down. When he
recovered ho observed a golfer running
toward him.
"Are you hurt?" asked the player.
"Why didn't you get out of the way?"
"An' why should I get out of the
way?" aHked Pat. "I didn't know there
were any assassins round here."
"But I called 'fore,' " said the player,
"and when I say 'fore,' that Is a sign
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acres, or 30 per cent of the entire area
of the country. In Russia houses built
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wood constitutes the prlnelpnl fuel.
The forest belt called the "Taiga," In
Siberia, stretches In a direct lino from
the Urals to the Pacific for 4.000 miles
and In ninny parts Is 500 miles broad.
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"John," whispered his wife, shaking
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John groped his way, half awake, to
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"You infernal scoundrel," he said, "af
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nothing worth stealing down there will
you please push in the upper damper rod
of the furnace? I forgot to do it." .
Then he crawled back Into bed again.
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