“One of these fits, eh?”
“Yes.”
Slowly Lark’s scattered2 senses came back to him. With a vacant look he gazed into the faces of the two men who knelt by his side.
“By hookey, you’ve had a rough time of it,” said Boone.
“I have been out of my head, then?”
“Yes, mad as a March hare,” replied the borderer.
“Just look at the strips of deer-skin,” said Kenton, pointing to the severed3 pieces lying at the foot of the oak. “You bu’st ’em just as if they had been paper.”
“I feel weak enough now,” said Lark, sadly.
“No wonder!” exclaimed Boone, “you’ve used up all your strength. Jerusalem! I thought you’d pull the oak over. I shouldn’t like to have a tussle4 with you when you’re in one of them queer fits like you had just now.”
Aided by his companions, Lark rose slowly to his feet.
“I say, Abe, have you any idea what it is that makes you act so queer?” Kenton asked.
“Yes; do you see this scar?” and Lark pointed5 to the terrible, livid mark that disfigured his face.
“Of course,” Kenton replied.
“The wound that made that scar is the cause of it; that is, I think it is. The wound affected6 my head. I have never been the same man since.”
“Yes; I’ve had these spells before. I can always tell when they are coming on. I have a strange, burning sensation in my head; everything before my eyes is tinged8 with red; the blood races like wildfire through my veins9, then all my senses leave me. I can remember nothing.”
“How did you receive the wound?” Boone asked.
“In an Indian fight. After it was given me I lay for days between life and death. I escaped death, but the dark cloud of madness follows me.”
“How do you feel now?” asked Kenton.
“Oh, much better,” replied Lark.
“Strong enough for to go on?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s be making tracks, then.”
No hostile Indians barred their course, and by the time the sun reached the meridian12, the three entered the stockade13 that fenced Point Pleasant.
Warm was the greeting that they received from the settlers, but many a sun-bronzed cheek grew pale, and many a stout14 heart beat quick when the scouts16 told the story of Ke-ne-ha-ha’s expedition.
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It was sad news indeed to the hardy17 borderers when they learned that the great Shawnee chieftain had dug up the war-hatchet, and would soon bring his painted warriors—hot for slaughter—to the banks of the Ohio.
Then, too, for the first time, Boone heard the story of the strange disappearance18 of General Treveling’s daughter, Virginia.
The rage of the old Indian-fighter knew no bounds when he heard that the renegade, Girty, had abducted19 the girl.
“The eternal villain20!” he cried, in wrath21, “let me draw ‘bead’ on him once, and he’ll never carry off any other white gal22 to give to the painted devils that he calls his brothers.”
The party headed by Jake Jackson, who had been in search of traces of the missing girl, had returned to Point Pleasant just before the arrival of the three scouts. Their search had been fruitless; no traces of the missing girl had they discovered.
“I’ll tell you what it is, General,” said Boone to the aged23 father, whose sad countenance24 showed plainly his deep grief, “thar ain’t any use of looking for the gal, or that ’tarnal villain either, in the timber ’bout hyer. He’s made tracks long ago for the Injun settlement by the banks of the Scioto, Chillicothe, as the red heathens call it.”
“But, colonel, can nothing be done to rescue her?” asked the aged father, in despair.
“Why, General, you see it’s a bad time for to do any thing. Within twenty-four hours the Injuns will be around us thick as bees round a hive. We’ll have our hands full to attend to the savages25 and keep their paws off our top-knots. I feel right bad for you, General, but you know our first duty is to the helpless she-critters and young ’uns hyer. We can’t let ’em be massacred right afore our eyes, you know. We’ve got to whip the red devils fust; then we’ll do what we can toward saving your little gal.”
“You are right, Boone,” said the old soldier, sadly; “the safety of the whole settlement can not be put in peril26 for the sake of my private grief. I must bow in submission27 to the will of Heaven, though my affliction is sore.”
“General, I feel for you, but duty you know is duty,” said Boone, slowly.
“Heaven forbid that I should say a single word to swerve28 you from the path of duty. I am too old a soldier to counsel you to do wrong,” said the old man, quickly.
“Besides, General, I think about the best blow that we can strike for your daughter’s rescue is to whip the red heathens that are coming ag’in’ us. When we drive ’em back, then we can follow them up, and perhaps be able to snake the little gal out of their hands.” Boone was trying by his words to lift the weight of sorrow that pressed so heavily upon the heart of the old soldier.
The father shook his head sorrowfully. He had little hope of ever seeing his daughter again.
He knew the nature of the red-men well. If defeated in their attack on the station, they would be apt in their rage to avenge29 their defeat by giving any helpless prisoner that might be in their hands to the fiery30 torture of death at the stake. No wonder that the father’s heart was sad.
“How many men have come in, Jake?” questioned the old hunter.
“We’ve got nigh onto two hundred, all told,” replied the sturdy Indian-fighter.
“Well, we ought to be able to whip a thousand of the red-skins, easy,” said Boone, in a confident tone. “Do you expect any more, Jake?”
“Set the women to running bullets, and get plenty of water inside the stockade. The red heathens may make a siege of it,” said Boone.
“That’s pert. Now, Jake, I guess we three had better take a little rest. We’ve been everlastingly33 tramping through the timber. Throw out some scouts up the river to watch for the red devils. After I’ve had an hour’s nap I’ll take to the woods myself.”
Then Boone went to his cabin; he was followed by Kenton and Lark.
“I wonder what’s the matter with the stranger; did you notice how pale he looked?” Jackson said, referring to Lark.
“Wal—yes, I did,” replied one of the settlers, who stood by Jackson’s side. “I reckon they’ve had a putty tough tramp onto it. Maybe, though, some on us will look white afore we git through with Ke-ne-ha-ha and his Shawnees.”
Many an anxious face in the little group of men that surrounded Jackson testified to the truth of the speaker’s guess.
In the cabin the three scouts stretched themselves upon the bear-skins spread upon the floor, and soon were in the land of dreams.
The hour’s nap of Boone had lasted some four hours, and the shades of evening were beginning to gather thick about the settlement when the old borderer awoke.
Boone rubbed his eyes and indulged in a prolonged yawn.
“Jerusalem! my eyes feel as if they were full of sticks,” he muttered.
Then Boone cast his eyes through the little window that lit up the cabin, to the sky.
“It’s late, too, by hookey!” he cried. “It’s time for us to be on the look-out, for the red devils will probably try to cross the Ohio some time after dark.”
Then Boone laid his hand upon Kenton’s shoulder.
“Time for our scout, Kenton,” Boone said.
“All right; I’m on hand, kurnel. Shall I wake Lark?” Kenton asked.
“Yes; he’ll be mad if we go without him, or at least, I know I would be,” said Boone, with a chuckle36. The stout hearted borderer welcomed danger as he would an early friend.
“All right; I’ll wake him, then.”
“Shake him a little,” suggested Boone.
Kenton did so, but the sleeping man never stirred.
“He’s laying himself right down to it, ain’t he?” said Boone, with a dry humor in his voice.
“Hadn’t we better go without him?” asked Kenton.
“Try once more. He’s the soundest sleeper that I ever did see,” Boone said.
Again Kenton shook the sleeping man, and this time violently, but the effort was useless; Lark never moved.
“He ain’t a-breathin’ right,” the scout said, in some little alarm.
“Has he got another fit?” asked Boone, quickly.
“Well, it looks like it. His teeth are clenched39 together, and he’s breathing like a quarter-horse.”
Boone knelt by Kenton’s side and bent over Lark.
A moment’s examination convinced Boone that there was something the matter with his companion.
Lark’s breath came thick and hard.
“Another spell, by thunder!” muttered Boone, as, with Kenton, he bent over the unconscious man.
Then, suddenly, as though moved by some secret spring, Lark’s eyes opened. He stared into the faces of the two that bent over him, but his eyes were like eyes of glass; there was no life therein.
Like men in a trance, Boone and Kenton gazed into the white face and the great, staring eyes.
There was something in the face that seemed to chill the very blood coursing in their veins.
For a moment Lark stared with meaningless eyes at the two, and they, fixed as statues, horrified40, they knew not at what, returned the look.
Then, with a sudden start, and apparently41 with the strength of a giant playing in his muscles, Lark sprung to his feet.
As he rose, he came in violent contact with Boone and Kenton, and the sudden shock hurled42 them to the floor as though they had been two children.
When he had gained his feet, Lark cast a rapid glance around him, passed his hand mechanically across his forehead, and then, with a stealthy step, like unto a wild beast crawling in upon its prey43, he left the cabin.
For a moment Boone and Kenton, seated upon the floor where they had fallen, looked at each other in speechless astonishment44.
“Let’s foller him; he may do some one a mischief46!” exclaimed Boone. Then, with eager haste, they followed Lark.
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tussle
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affected
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mighty
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veins
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thicket
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meridian
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stockade
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hardy
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disappearance
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abducted
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villain
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gal
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peril
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submission
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swerve
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fiery
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chuckle
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horrified
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prey
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astonishment
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catfish
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