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Betty Zane-Part34_Zane Gray(1872-1939)_English Literature(文学名著)-第2页

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West Wind that never dies."



"Myeerah and I are going this afternoon, and we came over to say good-bye to

you. We intend riding down the river fifteen miles and then crossing, to avoid



running into any band of Indians."

"And how does Myeerah like the settlement by this time?"



"Oh, she is getting on famously. Betty and she have fallen in love with each

other. It is amusing to hear Betty try to talk in the Wyandot tongue, and to



see Myeerah's consternation when Betty gives her a lesson in deportment."

"I rather fancy it would be interesting, too. Are you not going back to the



Wyandots at a dangerous time?"

"As to that I can't say. I believe, though, it is better that I get back to



Tarhe's camp before we have any trouble with the Indians. I am anxious to get

there before Girty or some of his agents."



"Well, if you must go, good luck to you, and may we meet again.

"It will not be long, I am sure. And, old man," he continued, with a bright



smile, "when Myeerah and I come again to Ft. Henry we expect to find all well

with you. Cheer up, and good-bye."



All the preparations had been made for the departure of Isaac and Myeerah to

their far-off Indian home. They were to ride the Indian ponies on which they



had arrived at the Fort. Col. Zane had given Isaac one of his pack horses.

This animal carried blankets, clothing, and food which insured comparative



comfort in the long ride through the wilderness.

"We will follow the old trail until we reach the hickory swale," Isaac was



saying to the Colonel, "and then we will turn off and make for the river. Once

across the Ohio we can make the trip in two days."



"I think you'll make it all right," said Col. Zane.

"Even if I do meet Indians I shall have no fear, for I have a protector here,"



answered Isaac as he led Myeerah's pony to the step.

"Good-bye, Myeerah; he is yours, but do not forget he is dear to us," said



Betty, embracing and kissing the Indian girl.

"My sister does not know Myeerah. The White Eagle will return."



"Good-bye, Betts, don't cry. I shall come home again. And when I do I hope I

shall be in time to celebrate another event, this time with you as the



heroine. Good-bye. Goodbye."

The ponies cantered down the road. At the bend Isaac and Myeerah turned and



waved their hands until the foliage of the trees hid them from view.

"Well, these things happen naturally enough. I suppose they must be. But I



should much have preferred Isaac staying here. Hello! What the deuce is that?

By Lord! It's Tige!"



The exclamation following Col. Zane's remarks had been called forth by Betty's

dog. He came limping painfully up the road from the direction of the river.



When he saw Col. Zane he whined and crawled to the Colonel's feet. The dog was

wet and covered with burrs, and his beautiful glossy coat, which had been



Betty's pride, was dripping with blood.

"Silas, Jonathan, come here," cried Col. Zane. "Here's Tige, back without



Wetzel, and the poor dog has been shot almost to pieces. What does it mean?"

"Indians," said Jonathan, coming out of the house with Silas, and Mrs. Zane



and Betty, who had heard the Colonel's call.

"He has come a long way. Look at his feet. They are torn and bruised,"



continued Jonathan. "And he has been near Wingenund's camp. You see that red

clay on his paws. There is no red clay that I know of round here, and there



are miles of it this side of the Delaware camp."

"What is the matter with Tige?" asked Betty.



"He is done for. Shot through, poor fellow. How did he ever reach home?" said

Silas.



"Oh, I hope not! Dear old Tige," said Betty as she knelt and tenderly placed

the head of the dog in her lap. "Why, what is this? I never put that there.



Eb, Jack, look here. There is a string around his neck," and Betty pointed

excitedly to a thin cord which was almost concealed in the thick curly hair.



"Good gracious! Eb, look! It is the string off the prize bullet pouch I made,

and that Wetzel won on Isaac's wedding day. It is a message from Lew," said



Betty

"Well, by Heavens! This is strange. So it is. I remember that string. Cut it



off, Jack," said Col. Zane.

When Jonathan had cut the string and held it up they all saw the lead bullet.



Col. Zane examined it and showed them what had been rudely scratched on it.

"A letter W. Does that mean Wetzel?" asked the Colonel.



"It means war. It's a warning from Wetzel--not the slightest doubt of that,"

said Jonathan. "Wetzel sends this because he knows we are to be attacked, and



because there must have been great doubt of his getting back to tell us. And

Tige has been shot on his way home."



This called the attention to the dog, which had been momentarily forgotten.




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