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Richard swore grievously, but the old backwoodsman took the checkmate placidly, and began to set the pieces for the second game in which the horses were the stake, hiding his use less rifle in a hollow tree—his powder had been soaked and spoiled in the early morning plunge for life—and drawing his hunting- knife to feel its edge and point. “Ez I allow, that fotohes us to the hoss-lifting," he said, in his slow drawl. Then he laid his commands upon us. “Ord’ly, and in sojer-fashion now; no whooping and yelling. If the hoss-cap tain's got scouts out a-s’urching for us, one good screech from these here var mints we’re a-going to put out’n mls’ry u'd fix our flints for kingdom come. I ain’t none afeard o’ your nerve,"—this to Richard and me—“leastwise, not when it comes to fair and square sojer fighting. But this here onfall has got to be like the smiting o’ the ’Male kites—root and branch; and if ye’re tempted to be anywise marciful, jest ricollect that for the sake o’ them wim tnen-folks we’ve got to have these hosses! ’’ - You are not to suppose that he was holding us inactive while he thus ex horted us. On the contrary, he was posting us skilfully beside the trace like the shrewd old Indian tighter that he was, with a rare and practiced eye to the maximum of cover with the min imum of thicket tangle to impede the rush or to shorten the sword-swing. But when all was done we were at I this disadvantage; that since the ene my was close at hand we dared not cross the path to give our trap a jaw on either side. To offset this the Ca tawba dropped out of line and disap peared; and when the Cherokees were no more than a hundred yards away, Uncanoola came in sight like a dis tance In the opposite direction, run ning easily down the path to meet the "upcoming riders. Richard let slip an admiration-oath under his breath. "There’s a fine bit of ttrategy for you!” he whispered. “That wily Jack-at-a-pinch of ours will be fool them into believing that he is a runner from the Cowee Towns. 'Tis yur cue to lie close; he will halt them lust here, and there will be roving eyes in the heads of the two who have not to talk.” We had not long to wait. Our cun ning ally timed his halting of the emis paries to a nicety7, and when the three Cherokees drew rein they were with in easy blade’s reach. The powwow, lengthened by Uncanoola till we were near bursting with impatience, was ipun out wordily, and presently we saw the pointing of it. The Catawba was affecting to doubt the protests of the emissaries and would have them Ilsmount and prove their good faith by smoking the peace pipe with him. I give you fair warning, my dears, that you may turn down the page here smd skip what follows if you are fain ;o be tender-hearted on the score of these savage enemies of ours. It was n the very summer solstice of the year Df violence, a time when he who took the sword w7as like to perish with the sword, and we thought of little save Jhat Margery and her handmaiden were n deadliest peril, and that these In lians had five horses which we must save. As for my own part in the fray, when 1 recognized in the live-feathered ehief ;ain of the three that copper-hued imp jf Satan who had been the merciless master of ceremonies at the torturing Df my poor black Tomas, the decent need of mercy which even a seasoned soldier may cherish died w-ithin me, ind I made sure the steel w7ould find ts mark. So, when Uncaloonla drew7 forth his tobacco pipe and made the three loomed ones sit with him in the path to smoke the peace-whiff all around, tve picked out each his man and smote ;o slay7. The sekthe-like sweep of Jen nifer's mighty claynnore left the five feathered chieftain the shorter by a bead in the same pulse-beat that the Ferara scanted a second of the breath to yell w7ith; though now I recall it, ;he gurgling death-cry of the poor wretch with the steel in his throat was more terrible to hear than any w7ar whoop. As for the old borderer, he was more deliberate. Being fair behind ind within arm’s reach of his man, he seized him by the scalp-lock, bent the lead backward across the knee—but, faugh! these are the merest butcher ietails, and I would spare you—and myself, as well. While yet this most merciless deed was a-doing, the Catawba bounded to ,-iis feet and made sure of the horses, which were rearing and snorting with iff right. That done, he must needs gloat, Indian-wise, over his fallen ad versary, turning the headless body with his foot and gibing at it. “Wah! Call hisself the Great Bear, hey? Heap lie; heap no bear; heap nothing now. Papoose bear no let his Belf be trap’ that way. No smoke peace pipe—” But now Ephraim Yeates, standing ■ar a-cock and motionless, like some grim old statue done in leather, cut aim short with a sudden, “Hist, will ye!” and a twinkling instant later we bad other work to do. “Onto the hosses with this here In lUU-meat. ez quick ez the loving Lord’li ' let ye!” was the sharp command. I ''There’s a whole elanjamfrey o’ the I varmints a-coming down the trace, and i ; reckon ez how we’d better scratch : gravel immejity, if not sooner!” CHAPTER XXVI. WE TAKE THE CHARRED STICK FOR A GUIDE. Luckily for us the new danger was ipproaching from the westward. So, py dint of the maddest hurrylngs we got the bodies of the three Cherokees hoist upon the horses, and were able to efface in part the signs of the late encounter before the band of riders coming down the Indian path was upon us. But there was no time to make p.n orderly retreat. At most we could pnly withdraw a little way into the wood, halting when we were well in pover, and hastily stripping coats and waistcoats to muffle the heads of the horses. So you are to conceive us w'aiting with nerves upstrung, ready for fight or flight as the event should decide, stifling in such pentup suspense as any pr all of us would gladly have ex changed for the fiercest battle. Hap pily, the breath scanting Interval was short. From behind our thicket screen we presently saw a file of Indian horse men riding at a leisurely footpace down the path. Ephraim Yeates quickly amed these new' comers for us. “ ’Tis about ez I allow'ed—some o’ the Tuckaseges a-scouting down to hold a powpow with the hoss captain. Now, then; if the sharp nosed ponies o’ their’n don’t’ happen to sniff the blood—” The hope was dashed on the instant by the sudden snorting and shying of two or three of the horses in passing, and we laid hold of our weapons, key * Ing ourselves to the fighting pitch. But, curiously enough, the riders made no move to pry into the cause. So far from it. they Hogged the shying ponies into line and rode on stolidly; and thus in a little time that danger was over past and the evening silence of the mighty forest was ours to keep or break as we chose. The old frontiersman was the first to speak. "Well, friends, I reckon ez how we mought ez well thank the good Lord for all His mareles afore we go any funder,” he would say; and he doffed his cap and did it forthwith. It was as grim a picture as any lim ner of the weird could wish to look upon. The twilight shadows were em purpling the mountains and gathering In dusky pools here and there where the trees stood thickest in the valley. The hush of nature's mystic hour was abroad, and even the swiftly flowing river, rushing sullenly along its rocky bed no more than a stone's cast be- j yond the Indian path, seemed to pre- j termit its low thunderings. There was I never a breath of air astir in all the i wood, and the leaves of the silver pop lar that will twinkle and ripple In the j lightest zephyr hung stark and motion- j less. Barring the old borderer, who had ; gone upon his knees, we stood as we were; the Catawba holding the pack horses, and Jennifer and 1 the three that bore the ghastly burdens of mor tality. The bodies of the slain had been (lung across the saddles to balance as they might; and to the pommel of that saddle which bore the trunk of the live feathered chieftain, Uncanoola had knotted the grisly head by its scalp lock to dangle and roll about with every restless movement of the horse— a hideous deathmask that seemed to mop and mow and stare fearsomely at us with its wide open glassy eyes. With this background fit for the stag ing of a scene in Dante Alighieri’s trag ic comedy, the looming mountains, the upper air graying on to dusk, and the solemn forest aisles full of lurking shadows, you are to picture the old frontiersman, bareheaded and on his knees, pouring forth his soul in all the sonorous phrase of Holy Writ, now in thanksgiving, and now in the most terrible beseechings that all the vials of Heaven’s wrath might be poured out upon our enemies. His face, commonly a leather mask to hide the man behind it, was now ablaze with the fire of zealotry; and truly, in these his spasm- fits of sup plication he stood for ail that is most awe-inspiring and unnerving, asking but a little stretch of the imagination to figure him as one of those old iron hard prophets of denunciation come back to earth to be the herald of the wrath of God. 'Twas close upon actual nightfall when the old man rose from his knees and, with the rising, put off the beads man and put on the shrewd old Indian fighter. Followed some hurried coun selings as to how we should proceed, and in these the hunter set the pace for us as his age and vast experience in woodcraft gave him leave. His plan had all the merit of sim plicity. Now that we had the horses, Richard’s notion of an approach from the head of the sunken valley became at once the most hopeful of any. So Ephraim Yeates proposed that we be take ourselves to the mountain top and to the head of that ravine which the Catawba and I had discovered. Here we should leave the horses well bidden and secured, make our way down the ravine, and, with the stream for a guide, follow the sunken valley to the camp at its lower end. Once on the ground without having given the alarm, w-e might hope to free the captives under cover of the darkness; and our retreat up the valley would be* far less hazardous than any open flight by way of the unexplored road the powder train had used. So said the old backwoodsman; but neither Dick nor I would agree to this in toto. Dick argued that while we were killing time in the roundabout ad vance we should be leaving Margery wholly at the mercy of the baronet, and that every hour of delay was full of hideous menace to her. Hence he pro posed that three of us should carry out the hunter's plan, leaving the fourth to take the hint given by the charred stick and the swimming ambush crew, and so penetrating to the valley by the stream cavern, be at hand to strike a blow for our dear lady's honor in case of need. “ 'Tls a thing to be done, and I am with you, Dick,” said I. “Should there be need for any, two blades will be bet ter than one. If it comes to blows and we are killed or taken, Yeates and the chief must make the shift to do with out our help.” As you would guess, the old hunter demurred to this halving of our slender force, but we over-persuaded him. If all went well, we were to rendezvous on the scene of action to carry out the plan of rescue. But if our adventure should prove disastrous, Yeates and Uncanoola were to abide their time, striking in when and how they might. Touching this contingency, I drew the old man aside for a word in private. "If aught befalls us, Ephraim—if we should be nabbed as we are like to be— you are not to let any hope of help ing us lessen by a feather’s weight the rescue chance of the women. You'll promise me this?” "Sartain sure; ye can rest easy on that, Cap’t John. But don’t ye go for to let that rampaging boy of our’n up sot the fat in the Are with any o’ his foolishness. He’s love-sick, and there ain’t nothing in this world so rldic’lous foolish ez a love-sick boy—less’n 'tis a love-sick gal.” I promised on my part and so we went on separate ways in the gathering darkness; though not until the lashings of the packs had been cut and the pow der and lead, save such spoil of both as Ephraim Yeates and Uncanoola would reserve, had been spilled into the river. As for the bodies of the dead Indians, the old hunter said he would let them ride till he should come to some convenient chasm for a sepulcher; but I mistrusted that he and the Ca tawba would scalp and leave them once we were safely out of sight. At the parting we took the river's edge for it, Richard and I, keeping well under the bank and working our way cautiously down the gorge until we were stopped by the pouring cross-tor- j rent of the underground tributary. Here we turned short to the left along ' the margin of the barrier stream, and ! tracing its course across the gorge came presently to the northern cliff at i the lip of the spewing cavern mouth. By now the night was fully come and in the wooded deAle we could place our selves only by the sense of touch. “Are you ready, Dick?” said I. "As read as a man with a shaking ague can be,” he gritted out. "This dog’s work we have been doing of late j has brought my old curse upon me and X am like to rattle my teeth loose.” ‘ Let me go ab.ne then. Another cold plunge may be the death of you.” "No.” said he, stubbornly. "Watt but a minute and the fever will be on me; then 1 shall be fighting-fit for any thing that comes.” So we waited, and X could hear Ills teeth clicking like caRtnnets. Having had a tertian fever more than once In the Turkish campaigning, I had a fel low-feeling for the poor lad. knowing well how the thought of a plunge Into cold water would make him shrink. In a little time he felt for my hand and graped It. “I’m warm enough now, In all con science,” he said; and with this we slipped Into the stream. ‘Twas a disappointment of the grate ful sort to find the water no more than mid-thigh deep. The current was swift and strong, but with the pebbly bottom to give good footing ‘twas possible to stem It slowly. Laying hold of each other for the better breasting of the flood we felt our way warily to the middle of the pool; felt for the low sprung cavern arch, and for that scanty lifting of It where we hoped to find head room between stone above and stream below. We found the highest part of the arrh after some groping, and making lowly obeisance to the gods of the underworld began a snail-like progress into the gurgling throat of the spewing rock monster. I here confess to you, my dears, that, had I loved my sweet lady less, no earthly puwer could have driven me into that dismal stifling place. All my life long I have had a most unspeakable horror of low-roofed cav-rns and squeezing passages that ciamp a man for breath and fer the room to draw It in: and when the suffocating madness came upon me, as It did when we were well jammed In this cursed horror-hole, I was right glad to have my love for Margery to make an outward seeming man of me; glad, too, that my dear lad was close behind to shame me Into go ing on. Yet. after all, the passage through the throat of the rock dragon was vast ly more terrifying than difficult. Once well within the closely drawn upper Up we could brace our backs against the roof and so have a purchase for the foothold. Better still, when we had passed a pike's-length beyond the lip the breathing space above the wuter grew wider and higher till at length we could stand erect and come abreast to lock arms and push on side by side. From that the stream broadened and rrew shallower with every step, and presently we could hear It on ahead babbling over the stones like any peace ful woodland brook. Then suddenly the dank and noisome air of the forest; and, looking straight up, we could see the twinkling stars shining down upon us from a narrow breadth of sky. CHAPTER XXVII. HOW A KING’S TROOPER BECAME A WASTREL. Dick pressed closer to me, and I could feel him drinking in deep draughts of the grateful outer air. “What new wonder is this?” he would ask, with something akin to awe in his voice; but we must needs grope this way and that to feel out the answer with our iinger-tips. When the answer was found, the mystery of the lost trail was solved most simply. As we made out, we were in a deep crevice cut crosswise by the stream which, issuing from a yawning cavern In the farther wall, was quickly engulfed again by that lower archway we had just traversed. In some upheaval of the earthquake age a huge slice of the mountain's face had split off and settled away from the parent cliff to leave a deep cleft open to the sky. One end of this crevice chasm—that toward the upland valley—was choked and filled by the debris of later landslides; but the low er end was open. Through this lower end, as we made no doubt, the powder train had come, turning from the Indian path in the gorge up to the bed of the barrier stream, turning again at the outer cav ern mouth to squeeze In single file be tween the thickly matted undergrowth on the cliff’s face, and so to pass around the split-off mass and come into the crevice rift. How the sharp eyes of the old hunt er, and those of the Catawba as well, had missed the finding of this squeez ing place where the cavalcade had left the stream-bed, we could never guess; but on the chance that we might yet need to know all the crooks and turn ings of this outlet, we felt our way quite around the masking cliff and down to the stream’s edge in the gorge. That done we were ready for a far ther advance, and clambering back Into the crevice we once more took the stream for our guide and were pres ently deep in the natural tunnel pierc ing the mountain proper. This exten sion of the subterranean waterway proved to be a noble cavern, wide and high enough to pass a loaded wain, as we determined by tossing pebbles against the arching roof. None the less ’twas full of crooks and windings; and in the sharpest elbow of them all, where we were like to lose our way by blundering into one of the many branching side passages, Richard stopped me with a hand thrust back. (Continued Next Week.) TOD SLOAN A CHAUFFEUR. Has Lost a Fortune of $500,000 Inside of a Year. Washington Star: After traveling across the country in special trains, entertaining with a lavishness that tilled Ills friends with awe, and making unsuccessful at tempts to break the bank at Monte Carlo, James Tod Sloan, one time champion jockey of the world, is In Paris, working as a chauffeur. From a wardrobe that was equal to that of any Beau Brummel In the world, and which made him a pet In society, the little fellow, according to word which has reached this country, Is In want of both clothes and a place to sleep. He Is in Paris, employed temporarily by a French automobile concern at a paltry salary—a salary that In a month does not reach the figures of one day's expenses two years ago. When not employed as a chauffeur he Is engaged In selling machines for dif ferent concerns, who rely upon his repu tation as a former jockey to bring trade to their shops. His downfall since being ruled off the English tracks has been rapid. Always of determined spirit, he recent ly told some acquaintances who met him in France that he would never return to the United States and suffer the humilia tion he knew would be his should they learn that he Is now receiving less than $1,000 a year, where he was earning $80,000 annually when he last saw his relatives. His foster parents live at Kokomo, Ind., and they say that Todd was worth $500,000 not long ago, but he gave none to them, and they are not now In a position to help him financially, willing as they are to do so. An effort will be made to raise funds for him should he care to return to his former home, but those who know the disposition of the young man declare he will never be seen In this country again. Munich, a city of 500,000 Inhabitants has only one high school for girls. HOW A FRIEND SHIP GREW The Story Whether Hand Sapollo got a more enthusiastic welcome In homes where Sapollo was an old and tried Mend, or where It was a stranger. Is a ques tion. Where women had come to rely on Sapollo tor rapid, thorough clean ing In every part of the house except the laundry, they commenced without loss of time, to avail ot this new prize. Grubby little hands, and stained, work worn older ones, whitened, softened, and smoothed out as It by magic, cal lous spots disappeared, and com plexions cleared. Children ceased their strenuous objections to the scrub bing up process, because It became a r/i% pleasure. It freshened up the hands after dish-washing, removing the most disagreeable feature of that necessary task. It was found to keep delicate baby skins from chafing better than salve or powder, and the crowning note In the song of delight came when an adult member of the ft mlly used It in a full bath, and realized that a / THE FIRST STEP away \ / from self-respect Is lack of \ I care in personal cleanll- \ f ness l the first move la 1 | building up a proper pride | I In man. woman, or child | | is a visit to the bathtub. f I You can’t be healthy, or I I pretty, or even dnod, on- I \ less you are clean. lisa / \ HAND SAPOLIO. It / \ pleases avaryone. / Turkish Bath at a cost of one dollar was outdone by a small fraction of the little, ten-cent, velvety cake. But, strange though It may seem, there were people who had not learned to prize Sapollo. To these the adver tising of Hand Sapollo came as a surprise. Sapollo, a scouring soap, adapted tor the bands, the face, the general toilet? Impossible, U would be horrid. Who ever heard of such a use? • Finally a bold shopper carried home a cake. 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