7 Western Classics: The Ohio River Trilogy, The Purple Sage Saga, The Lone Star Ranger & The Border Legion. Zane Grey

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СКАЧАТЬ opened his lips to awaken his captors, but could not speak; it was as if his heart had stopped beating. Twenty feet away the ferns were parted to disclose a white, gleaming face, with eyes that seemingly glittered. Brawny shoulders were upraised, and then a tall, powerful man stood revealed. Lightly he stepped over the leaves into the little glade. He bent over the sleeping Indians. Once, twice, three times a long blade swung high. One brave shuddered another gave a sobbing gasp, and the third moved two fingers—thus they passed from life to death.

      "Wetzel!" cried Joe.

      "I reckon so," said the deliverer, his deep, calm voice contrasting strangely with what might have been expected from his aspect. Then, seeing Joe's head covered with blood, he continued: "Able to get up?"

      "I'm not hurt," answered Joe, rising when his bonds had been cut.

      "Brothers, I reckon?" Wetzel said, bending over Jim.

      "Yes, we're brothers. Wake up, Jim, wake up! We're saved!"

      "What? Who's that?" cried Jim, sitting up and staring at Wetzel.

      "This man has saved our lives! See, Jim, the Indians are dead! And, Jim, it's Wetzel, the hunter. You remember, Jeff Lynn said I'd know him if I ever saw him and—-"

      "What happened to Jeff?" inquired Wetzel, interrupting. He had turned from Jim's grateful face.

      "Jeff was on the first raft, and for all we know he is now safe at

       Fort Henry. Our steersman was shot, and we were captured."

      "Has the Shawnee anythin' ag'inst you boys?"

      "Why, yes, I guess so. I played a joke on him—took his shirt and put it on another fellow."

      "Might jes' as well kick an' Injun. What has he ag'in you?"

      "I don't know. Perhaps he did not like my talk to him," answered

       Jim. "I am a preacher, and have come west to teach the gospel to the

       Indians."

      "They're good Injuns now," said Wetzel, pointing to the prostrate figures.

      "How did you find us?" eagerly asked Joe.

      "Run acrost yer trail two days back."

      "And you've been following us?"

      The hunter nodded.

      "Did you see anything of another band of Indians? A tall chief and

       Jim Girty were among them."

      "They've been arter me fer two days. I was followin' you when

       Silvertip got wind of Girty an' his Delawares. The big chief was

       Wingenund. I seen you pull Girty's nose. Arter the Delawares went I

       turned loose yer dog an' horse an' lit out on yer trail.''

      "Where are the Delawares now?"

      "I reckon there nosin' my back trail. We must be gittin'.

       Silvertip'll soon hev a lot of Injuns here."

      Joe intended to ask the hunter about what had frightened the Indians, but despite his eager desire for information, he refrained from doing so.

      "Girty nigh did fer you," remarked Wetzel, examining Joe's wound. "He's in a bad humor. He got kicked a few days back, and then hed the skin pulled offen his nose. Somebody'll hev to suffer. Wal, you fellers grab yer rifles, an' we'll be startin' fer the fort."

      Joe shuddered as he leaned over one of the dusky forms to detach powder and bullet horn. He had never seen a dead Indian, and the tense face, the sightless, vacant eyes made him shrink. He shuddered again when he saw the hunter scalp his victims. He shuddered the third time when he saw Wetzel pick up Silvertip's beautiful white eagle plume, dabble it in a pool of blood, and stick it in the bark of a tree. Bereft of its graceful beauty, drooping with its gory burden, the long leather was a deadly message. It had been Silvertip's pride; it was now a challenge, a menace to the Shawnee chief.

      "Come," said Wetzel, leading the way into the forest.

      * * *

      Shortly after daylight on the second day following the release of the Downs brothers the hunter brushed through a thicket of alder and said: "Thar's Fort Henry."

      The boys were on the summit of a mountain from which the land sloped in a long incline of rolling ridges and gentle valleys like a green, billowy sea, until it rose again abruptly into a peak higher still than the one upon which they stood. The broad Ohio, glistening in the sun, lay at the base of the mountain.

      Upon the bluff overlooking the river, and under the brow of the mountain, lay the frontier fort. In the clear atmosphere it stood out in bold relief. A small, low structure surrounded by a high stockade fence was all, and yet it did not seem unworthy of its fame. Those watchful, forbidding loopholes, the blackened walls and timbers, told the history of ten long, bloody years. The whole effect was one of menace, as if the fort sent out a defiance to the wilderness, and meant to protect the few dozen log cabins clustered on the hillside.

      "How will we ever get across that big river?" asked Jim, practically.

      "Wade—swim," answered the hunter, laconically, and began the descent of the ridge. An hour's rapid walking brought the three to the river. Depositing his rifle in a clump of willows, and directing the boys to do the same with their guns, the hunter splashed into the water. His companions followed him into the shallow water, and waded a hundred yards, which brought them near the island that they now perceived hid the fort. The hunter swam the remaining distance, and, climbing the bank, looked back for the boys. They were close behind him. Then he strode across the island, perhaps a quarter of a mile wide.

      "We've a long swim here," said Wetzel, waving his hand toward the main channel of the river. "Good fer it?" he inquired of Joe, since Jim had not received any injuries during the short captivity and consequently showed more endurance.

      "Good for anything," answered Joe, with that coolness Wetzel had been quick to observe in him.

      The hunter cast a sharp glance at the lad's haggard face, his bruised temple, and his hair matted with blood. In that look he read Joe thoroughly. Had the young man known the result of that scrutiny, he would have been pleased as well as puzzled, for the hunter had said to himself: "A brave lad, an' the border fever's on him."

      "Swim close to me," said Wetzel, and he plunged into the river. The task was accomplished without accident.

      "See the big cabin, thar, on the hillside? Thar's Colonel Zane in the door," said Wetzel.

      As they neared the building several men joined the one who had been pointed out as the colonel. It was evident the boys were the subject of their conversation. Presently Zane left the group and came toward them. The brothers saw a handsome, stalwart man, in the prime of life.

      "Well, Lew, what luck?" he said to Wetzel.

      "Not much. I treed five Injuns, an' two got away," answered the hunter as he walked toward the fort.

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