The Doom Trail ’ -By— § Arthur D. Howdeu Smith | Amthor mf BOB TO BELLO COLD. Etc. | < © by Brantino'i ) WNTI Barvlca IJ 1L— ■■ .-— ■-■j-sJi THE STORY CHAPTER I.—Harry Ormerod. pre scribed traitor to King George as a Stuart partisan, returning from France to London, rescues Alderman Robert i Juggins from a band of assassins. Jug frlns proves to be the grandson of a ormer steward of Ormerod's father, to whom Juggins feels himself Indebted. Ormerod tells Juggins he has aban doned the Stuart cause. CHAPTER II— Juggins tells Or merod of a Jacobite plot In the Ameri can colonies to weaken England by forwarding French interest* Thelx aim is the return of King Janies to the English throne At Its head is one Andrew Murray, a Scotsman, and a Frenchman De Veulle. deadly enemy of Ormerod The two are In London furthering their schemes Ormerod sees them Anticipating the plotters early return to America, Juggins ar ranges for Ormerod to go there with letters to Governor Burnet, friend of Jogglns, and work to foil Murray CHAPTER III—Disguised as Jug gins' servant, Ormerod takes passage to America. He meets a Scottish girl, daughter of Murray, and ardent Jac eblte. De Veulle recognises him. and their enmity flames. The Frenchman denounoes Ormerod to the girl as a traitor to the Stuart cause. Believing him, she repulses Ormerod’* proffer of friendship. He is thrown Into the aee by an unseen assailant. CHAPTER IV.—Ormerod. regaining the deck, has recognised his assailant as Murray’s servant, Tom, giant negro He accuses Murray of employing the negro to assassinate him, but a truce Is arranged At New York Ormerod eaves an Indian from Insult. The In dlan, who speaks English. Is Ta-wan ne-ars. Seneca chief CHAPTER V.—Governor Burnet wel comes Ormerod as a friend of Juggins, and tells him Murray’s aims By what is known as the "Doom Trail” Murray smuggles furs, which should come to New York, to the French In Canada With Ta-wan-ne-ars and a gigantic Dutchman. Peter Corlaer. Ormerod agrees to go to Niagara, French out post. and spy out the secrets of the Doom Trail. He of course speaks French. De Veulle has won Ga-ha-no. Ta-wan-ne-ars' affianced wife, now the Frenchman’s mistress, and the red man eeeks revenge Ta-wan-ne-ars saves Ormerod’s life In an attack on him by Murray’s henchman. Bolling. CHAPTER VI.—Accusing Murray, without avail, of Inciting Bolling, Or merod learns the girl’s nsme is Mar jory With his two companions he be gins the Journey CHAPTER VII—The three men wipe out a party of Cahnuaga* trailing them, evidently sent by Murray. At the Seneca village they are welcomed by Do-ne-ho-ga-weh. head chief, Ta wan-ne-ars’ uncle Leaving Corlaer, Ta-wan-ne-ars and Ormerod take their way to Niagara CHAPTER VIIT.—At Niagara Or merod, in the guise of Jean Courbe ▼olr, forest runner, learns the French Elans from Joncaire, the commandant >e Veulle arrives, recognizes Ormerod. and he and Ta-wan-ne-ars are seized. CHAPTER IX La Vierge du Bois A dash of water awakened me. One of the f'shnuagas was leaning down, his hideous fare close to mine, his fingers wrestling with the knots In the rawhide bonds. "Yon cannot lie Idle. m.v dlsfln gnlshed guest," called De Veulle from his place at the stefn- "You must keep us dry.” As the rawhide strips were unwound f was able to sit up and look over the frail hark side. We were out of sight of land, and a moderate breeze was raising a slight swpII, the crest of which occasionally broke over our bow In the other canoe Ta-wan-ne-ars al ready was at work with a bark scoop All of that day we were Isolated on the restless surface of the huge Inland sea. Just before dusk of the second day we sighted a rocky coast, and sheered away from It. On the sixth day we passed out of the lake into the narrow channel of the great river, and landed In the evening at a pall aaded post on the southern bank. So far I had been treated fairly well. My captors had shared with me their meager fare of parched corn and Jerked meat; and If I had been com pelled to bale out the canoe Incessant ly, It was equally true that they had labored at the paddles night and day. But now everything was changed. My legs were left unbound, but with un canny skill the savages lashed back my arms until well-nigh every bit of circulation was stopped In them and each movement I was forced to make became an act of torture. The one recompense for my sufferings was that for the first time since our capture I had the company of Ta-wan-ne-ars, and I was able to profit by his stoical demeanor In resisting the impulse to rent ray anger against De Veulle. “Say nothing, brother," he counseled me when I panted my hate, “for every word you aay will afford him satisfac tion.” **I wish I had staved In the canoe in the middle of the lake.” I exclaimed bitterly. “What is this place? Whore are we?” Ta-wan-r e-ars looked around the landscape, tepidly dimming In the twi light. •"This place Ta-wan-ne-ara does not know,” he replied. “Yet it Is on the river St Lawrence, for there Is no othor stream of this size. I think, brother, that De Veulle Is taking us to La Vlerge du Bois.” “It matters little where he takes us," 1 returned lll-nuturedly. “Our end Is like to be the same In any case, Jon caire told me all I sought to know of Jagara—but he told it to a dead man.” “Not yet dead, brother, “Ta-wan-ne ars corrected me gently. “We have I-I 'till a long way to go—and we navr our search." "Which Is like to lead us Into the hands of—” I said rudely. But Pe Veulle and three strange Frenchmen walked up at that moment and Ta-wan-ne-ars a us spared the ne cesslty of an answer. '“Tls well.” De Veulle was saying "We will rest the night, then. I’ll lodge my prisoners In the stockade." “And there is naught else?" asked one of the others. “The letter to f’ere Hyaclnthe—don't forget that." Whereat they all laughed with a kind of sinister mystery and cast glnnces of amusement at us. The Cahnuagas drove us from the bank with kicks and blows of their paddle-blades, and the white men fob lowed leisurely, laughing now and then as we dodged some particularly vicious attack upon our heads and faces. As It was, when we were flung Into a bare log-walled room within the pall sade we were covered with bruises 'Twas the real beginning of our tor ment. In the morning our arms were un tied and we were given a mess of half cooked Indian meal Then the rawhides wpre rebound, and we set forth upon a trail that led from the river southeastward Into the forest A CahnuMga walked behind each of us. tomahawk In hand De Veulle himself brought up the rear. Ills mns ket always ready. If we hesitated In our pace or staggered, the Ravage nearest to us used the flat of his tom 1 ahawk or his musket-butt. On the third day. shortly after noon I 1 was astonished to hear faintly, but ' very distinctly, a bell ringing In the forest. "La Vlerge du Bols welcomes you." hailed Pe Veulle from behind us “The bell rings you In. Ah. there will be bright eyes anil flushed cheeks at sight of you!” He laughed In a pleasant, melodious ; way. “White cheeks to flush for you. Or merod. and red chepks to grow duskier for our friend the chief here! What a fluttering of hearts there will he!” Could I have wrenched my hands free I would have snatched a toma hawk from the Cahnuaga before me But I did what Ta-wan-ne-ars did— held my head straight and walked as if I had not heard. Something told me the Seneca suffered as much as I Wp did not hear thp hell again ; hut In mid-afternoon the forest ended upon the banks of a little river, and In the distance a wooden tower showed through the trees. As we drew nearer other buildings appeared, arranged In Irregular fashion about a clearing One of pretentious size stood by Itself Inside the palisade. Cahnuagas. Including women and children, swarmed along the trail with guttural cries A big, red headed man stepped from a building which was evidently a storehouse. 'Twas Bolling and with a yell of delight he snatched a block of wood from the ground and hurled It at my head. “Curse me, ’tls the renegade and his red shadow!" he shouted. “We are In great luck ! Do but wait until Tom knows you are here, my friend. The stake awaits you!” He walked beside us, rubbing his hands together In high glee, and dls coursing with seemingly ezpert knowl edge on the precise character of the various kinds of torment we should undergo. His attentions drew a considerable crowd; and so when we entered the single rude street of the settlement 'Jwas to find the whole population awaiting us. The gate In the stockade around the big house was open, and with a thrill I realized that a swirl of color there meant Marjory. Murray's stately figure I identified at a dis tance. I think she did not know me at first There was no reason why she should My leather garments were rent and torn, my hair was tangled and matted with briers and thorns from the under brush, my face was scratched and bleeding. I was thin and gaunt, and I might not walk upright, although I tried, for the rawhide thongs bowed by shoulders. But Murray knew me Instantly, and a flare of pgultatlon lighted his face. De Veulle halted us directly In front of the gate. “An old acquaintance has consented to visit us." lie said. And with a shock of grief I saw omprehenslon dawn in Marjory’s face But she did uot flush crimson as De Veulle had prophesied. She blenched white. I knew by that she had been long enough at I.a Vierge du Bols to appreciate the temper of Its Inhabi tants. “I seem to recollect the tall Indian beside our friend, likewise." observed Murray. “'TIs his companion of the Inter view at Cawston's In New York.” re joined I»e Veulle. “What. Mistress Marjory, you have not forgotten the rash youth who was always threaten Ing or badgering us?" Her lips moved mechanically, hut twas a minute before she could force her voice to obey. "I remember,” she said. Murray took snuff precisely and ad dressed himself to me. "You are a dangerous youth. Master Ormerod. You had opportunity to win free of your past misdemeanors, you will allow, yet you Would hear none of my advice. No, you must mix In affairs which did not concern you. And as I warned you. It hath been to your sore prejudice. Much as I—” Marjory flung out her arms In h ges ture ot appeal. “Why do you tHlk so much, sir?” she cried. ‘‘What have you In mind? This man Is an Englishman! Is he to be given up to the savages?” Murray surveyed her gravely. "Tut, tut. my dear! . Is this the way to conduct in public? ’‘Given up to the savages,' forsooth! The yonng mar is a traitor, a renegade and a sorr fool into the bargain. He hath med died in matters beyond his romprehen slon or ability. We must reckon up the harm he hath done, and assess his punishment In proportion." “Just what do you mean by that, sir?" she demanded coldly. "Frankly, my dear lass, I cannot tell you as yet." “I think you mock me." she asserted. “And 1 may tell you. sir, I will be party to no such crime to humanity. You talk of traitors. I am wondering If there Is more than one meaning to the word." She turned with a flutter of gar ments and sped Into the house. De Veulle eyed Murray rather quizzically, but the archconspirator gave no evi dence of uneasiness "You shall tell me about It," he said, ns if nothing had happened. "Mean time I suppose they may be lodged with the Keepers." “Yes," agreed De Veulle; "but I de sire to give some particular Instruc tions for their entertainment." "Do so; do so. hy all means," an swered Murray equably. "But wait: here comes F’ere Hyaclnthe." The Indians surrounding us huddled back, cringing against the stockade, their eyes glued upon a tall, thin figure In a threadbare black cassock of the Jesuit order. He walked with a pe culiar halting gait. His face wus ema elated, the skin stretched taut over prominent bones. His eyes blazed out of twin caverns. Parts of his ears were gone, and as he drew nearer I saw that his face was criss-crossed by Innumerable tiny scars. When he raised his hand In blessing the Indluns I realized that two fingers were missing, and those which were left were twisted and gnarled as by fire. "Whom have we here?" he called In a loud, harsh voice. “Two prisoners, reverend sir,” re plied Murray. "English spies caught at Jagara by the vigilance of Monsieur de Veulle.” "Are they heretics?” demanded the priest. "I fear I have never conversed with Master Ormerod concerning his relig ious beliefs," said Murray whimsically. The priest peered closely at me. “Well, sir,” he asked bruskly, “are you a son of the true faith?" "Not the one you refer to, air," I said. "And this savage hare?" "He believes, quite devoutly, I should say. In the gods of his race.” The Jesuit locked and unlocked hla Angers nervously. “I fear, monsieur, that yon will suf fer torment at the hands of my poor children here," he said. “Will you not repent before It Is too late?" “But will you stand by and see your children torture an Englishman In time of peace?" I asked. "Peace?" he rasped. “There Is no peace—there can be no peace—be tween England, the harlot nation, and holy France. France follows her des tiny, and her doRtlny Is to rule Amer lea on hefialf of the Church.” "Yet peace there Is,” I Insisted. "I refuse to admit It. We know no peace here. We are at war, endless war, physically, spiritually, mentally, with England. If you come amongst us, you do so at your bodily peril. Bnt”—and the challenge left his voice and was replaced by a ndte of plead ing. soft and compelling—"It may be monsieur, that in your bodily peril you have achieved the salvation of your soul. Repent, I urge you, and though your body perish your soul shall live.” Murray and De Veulle stirred rest lessly during this harangue, hut the savages were so silent you could hear the birds In the trees. I was Inter ested In this man, In his fanatic sin cerity, his queer conception of life.” “But If I repented, as you ssy,” I suggested, “would not you save my body?" His eyes burned with contempt. "Would you drive a bargain with Ood?” he cried. “For shame! Some may tolerate that, but I never will I What matters your miserable body I It has transgressed the rights of France. Let It die! But your soul Is Immortal; save that, I conju’e you I Death? What Is death? Ann what matters the manner of death? Look at me, monsieur." He fixed my gaze on each at hla tnflrmlties. •*T nm hut the wreck of n mnn. These poor, Ignorant children of the wilder ness have worked their will with me, and because It was best for me - i -'rhi1 »• w»ll. The Mistress < f the l a'- Knee awaits them.’ lie murmured some orders to cur guards, kicked me out of his path and sauntered through the gateway beside Murray. With Hotline In active supervision and Tom hun;;:ng greedily on tin flanks of the crowd, we were hustled through the dear tie. past the chape' and an Intervening belt of woodland Into a natural amphitheater on the fir side of the village, where a had; ground of dark pines walled In a wld surface of hard-beaten. grassles ground. Two stakes stood ready, sld by side, In the ceider, and our captors tore off our tattered clothes and lashed us lo these with whoops of Joy So we stood, naked and bound ankle, knee, thigh, chest snd armpit whilst the sun. selling behind the vll lage. flooded the Inferno with mellow light and an artnv of fiends, men womeh and children, pranced around us. For myself, I was dazed and fear I ful, but Ta-wan ne-ars again showed me the better road “The Keepers scream like women.” he shouted, fn order to make himself heard. “Have you never taken cap tlves before? You are women. We scorn you. Po you know what has be come of Hie seven warriors Murray sent to pursue us on the Great Trull?” Silence prevailed. “Yes, there were seven of them.” gibed Ta-wan ne ars. “And there were three of us. And where are they? I will tell you, Calinuaga dogs. Shs wendadle dogs. Huron dogs. Crawl closer on your bellies while 1 tell you "Their scalps hang In the lodge of Ta-wan-ne-ars—seven scalps of the Keepers who could not fight against real men. The scalps of seven who called themselves warriors and who were so rash that they tried to light three." A howl of anger answered him. “Begin the torment,” yelled Bolling Tom drew a wicked knife and ran toward us. Ids yellow eyes afiame. But a squat Calinuaga chief pushed him back. “They are to be held for the Moon feast, “he proclaimed. “See, the Mis tress comes. Stand back, brothers.” The sound of a monotonous walling filled the air. Joining Itself with the evening breeze that sighed In the branches of the pines behind us. The crowd of savages drew away from us In sudden awe. “Ga-go-sa Ho-nun-as-tase ta," they muttered to each other. "What do they say?" I asked Ta-wan ne-ars. "The Mistress of the False Faces Is coming,” he replied curtly. "And who Is she?” "The priestess of their devilish brotherhood." Out from the long hark building wound a curious serpentine procession of men In fantastic head-masks, who danced along with a halting step. As they danced they sang In the weird monotone we had first heard. And behind them all walked slowly one without a mask, a young girl of up right figure, her long black hair cas cadlng about her hare shoulders. Her arms were folded across her breast. 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