betty zane-第45章
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he hillside from which they rode into the village before the inhabitants knew what had happened。 Not an Indian raised a weapon。 There were screams from the women and children； a shouted command from Big Tree； and then all stood still and waited。
Thundercloud； the war chief of the Wyandots； pulled his black stallion back on his haunches not twenty feet from the prisoner at the stake。 His band of painted devils closed in behind him。 Full two hundred strong were they and all picked warriors tried and true。 They were naked to the waist。 Across their brawny chests ran a broad bar of flaming red paint； hideous designs in black and white covered their faces。 Every head had been clean…shaven except where the scalp lock bristled like a porcupine's quills。 Each warrior carried a plumed spear； a tomahawk； and a rifle。 The shining heads； with the little tufts of hair tied tightly close to the scalp； were enough to show that these Indians were on the war…path。
From the back of one of the foremost horses a slender figure dropped and darted toward the prisoner at the stake。 Surely that wildly flying hair proved this was not a warrior。 Swift as a flash of light this figure reached the stake； the blazing fagots scattered right and left； a naked blade gleamed； the thongs fell from the prisoner's wrists； and the front ranks of the Hurons opened and closed on the freed man。 The deliverer turned to the gaping Indians； disclosing to their gaze the pale and beautiful face of Myeerah； the Wyandot Princes。
〃Summon your chief；〃 she commanded。
The tall form of the Seneca chief moved from among the warriors and with slow and measured tread approached the maiden。 His bearing fitted the leader of five nations of Indians。 It was of one who knew that he was the wisest of chiefs； the hero of a hundred battles。 Who dared beard him in his den？ Who dared defy the greatest power in all Indian tribes？ When he stood before the maiden he folded his arms and waited for her to speak。
〃Myeerah claims the White Eagle；〃 she said。
Cornplanter did not answer at once。 He had never seek Myeerah； though he had heard many stories of her loveliness。 Now he was face to face with the Indian Princess whose fame had been the theme of many an Indian romance； and whose beauty had been sung of in many an Indian song。 The beautiful girl stood erect and fearless。 Her disordered garments； torn and bedraggled and stained from the long ride； ill…concealed the grace of her form。 Her hair rippled from the uncovered head and fell in dusky splendor over her shoulders； her dark eyes shone with a stern and steady fire： her bosom swelled with each deep breath。 She was the daughter of great chiefs； she looked the embodiment of savage love。
〃The Huron squaw is brave；〃 said Cornplanter。 〃By what right does she come to free my captive？〃
〃He is an adopted Wyandot。〃
〃Why does the paleface hide like a fox near the camp of Cornplanter？〃
〃He ran away。 He lost the trail to the Fort on the river。〃
〃Cornplanter takes prisoners to kill； not to free。〃
〃If you will not give him up Myeerah will take him；〃 she answered； pointing to the long line of mounted warriors。 〃And should harm befall Tarhe's daughter it will be avenged。〃
Cornplanter looked at Thundercloud。 Well he knew that chief's prowess in the field。 He ran his eyes over the silent； watching Hurons； and then back to the sombre face of their leader。 Thundercloud sat rigid upon his stallion； his head held high； every muscle tense and strong for instant action。 He was ready and eager for the fray。 He； and every one of his warriors； would fight like a thousand tigers for their Princessthe pride of the proud race of Wyandots。 Cornplanter saw this and he felt that on the eve of important marches he dared not sacrifice one of his braves for any reason； much less a worthless pale face； and yet to let the prisoner go galled the haughty spirit of the Seneca chief。
〃The Long Knife is not worth the life of one of my dogs；〃 he said； with scorn in his deep voice。 〃If Cornplanter willed he could drive the Hurons before him like leaves before the storm。 Let Myeerah take the pale face back to her wigwam and there feed him and make a squaw of him。 When he stings like a snake in the grass remember the chief's words。 Cornplanter turns on his heel from the Huron maiden who forgets her blood。〃
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When the sun reached its zenith it shone down upon a long line of mounted Indians riding single file along the narrow trail and like a huge serpent winding through the forest and over the plain。
They were Wyandot Indians； and Isaac Zane rode among them。 Freed from the terrible fate which had menaced him； and knowing that he was once more on his way to the Huron encampment； he had accepted his destiny and quarreled no more with fate。 He was thankful beyond all words for his rescue from the stake。
Coming to a clear； rapid stream； the warriors dismounted and rested while their horses drank thirstily of the cool water。 An Indian touched Isaac on the arm and silently pointed toward the huge maple tree under which Thundercloud and Myeerah were sitting。 Isaac turned his horse and rode the short distance intervening。 When he got near he saw that Myeerah stood with one arm over her pony's neck。 She raised eyes that were weary and sad； which yet held a lofty and noble resolve。
〃White Eagle； this stream leads straight to the Fort on the river；〃 she said briefly； almost coldly。 〃Follow it； and when the sun reaches the top of yonder hill you will be with your people。 Go； you are free。〃
She turned her face away。 Isaac's head whirled in his amazement。 He could not believe his ears。 He looked closely at her and saw that though her face was calm her throat swelled； and the hand which lay over the neck of her pony clenched the bridle in a fierce grasp。 Isaac glanced at Thundercloud and the other Indians near by。 They sat unconcerned with the invariable unreadable expression。
〃Myeerah； what do you mean？〃 asked Isaac。
〃The words of Cornplanter cut deep into the heart of Myeerah；〃 she answered bitterly。 〃They were true。 The Eagle does not care for Myeerah。 She shall no longer keep him in a cage。 He is free to fly away。〃
〃The Eagle does not want his freedom。 I love you； Myeerah。 You have saved me and I am yours。 If you will go home with me and marry me there as my people are married I will go back to the Wyandot village。〃
Myeerah's eyes softened with unutterable love。 With a quick cry she was in his arms。 After a few moments of forgetfulness Myeerah spoke to Thundercloud and waved her hand toward the west。 The chief swung himself over his horse； shouted a single command； and rode down the bank into the water。 His warriors followed him； wading their horses into the shallow creek； with never backward look。 When the last rider had disappeared in the willows the lovers turned their horses eastward。
CHAPTER X。
It was near the close of a day in early summer。 A small group of persons surrounded Col。 Zane where he sat on his doorstep。 From time to time he took the long Indian pipe from his mouth and blew great clouds of smoke over his head。 Major McColloch and Capt。 Boggs were there。 Silas Zane half reclined on the grass。 The Colonel's wife stood in the door…way； and Betty sat on the lower step with her head leaning against her brother's knee。 They all had grave faces。 Jonathan Zane had returned that day after an absence of three weeks； and was now answering the many questions with which he was plied。
〃Don't ask me any more and I'll tell you the whole thing；〃 he had just said； while wiping the perspiration from his brow。 His face was worn； his beard ragged and unkempt； his appearance suggestive of extreme fatigue。 〃It was this way： Colonel Crawford had four hundred and eighty men under him； with Slover and me acting as guides。 This was a large force of men and comprised soldiers from Pitt and the other forts and settlers from all along the river。 You see； Crawford wanted to crush the Shawnees at one blow。 When we reached the Sandusky River； which we did after an arduous march； not one Indian did we see。 You know Crawford expected to surprise the Shawnee camp； and when he found it deserted he didn't know w
