betty zane-第5章
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side the inclosure； so that if the spring happened to go dry； an abundance of good water could be had at all times。
In all the histories of frontier life mention is made of the forts and the protection they offered in time of savage warfare。 These forts were used as homes for the settlers； who often lived for weeks inside the walls。
Forts constructed entirely of wood without the aid of a nail or spike （for the good reason that these things could not be had） may seem insignificant in these days of great nasal and military garrisons。 However； they answered the purpose at that time and served to protect many an infant settlement from the savage attacks of Indian tribes。 During a siege of Fort Henry； which had occurred about a year previous； the settlers would have lost scarcely a man had they kept to the fort。 But Captain Ogle； at that time in charge of the garrison； had led a company out in search of the Indians。 Nearly all of his men were killed； several only making their way to the fort。
On the day following Major McColloch's arrival at Fort Henry； the settlers had been called in from their spring plowing and other labors； and were now busily engaged in moving their stock and the things they wished to save from the destructive torch of the redskin。 The women had their hands full with the children； the cleaning of rifles and moulding of bullets； and the thousand and one things the sterner tasks of their husbands had left them。 Major McColloch； Jonathan and Silas Zane； early in the day； had taken different directions along the river to keep a sharp lookout for signs of the enemy。 Colonel Zane intended to stay in his oven house and defend it； so he had not moved anything to the fort excepting his horses and cattle。 Old Sam； the negro； was hauling loads of hay inside the stockade。 Captain Boggs had detailed several scouts to watch the roads and one of these was the young man； Clarke； who had accompanied the Major from Fort Pitt。
The appearance of Alfred Clarke； despite the fact that he wore the regulation hunting garb； indicated a young man to whom the hard work and privation of the settler were unaccustomed things。 So thought the pioneers who noticed his graceful walk； his fair skin and smooth hands。 Yet those who carefully studied his clearcut features were favorably impressed； the women； by the direct； honest gaze of his blue eyes and the absence of ungentle lines in his face； the men； by the good nature； and that indefinable something by which a man marks another as true steel。
He brought nothing with him from Fort Pitt except his horse； a black…coated； fine limbed thoroughbred； which he frankly confessed was all he could call his own。 When asking Colonel Zane to give him a position in the garrison he said he was a Virginian and had been educated in Philadelphia； that after his father died his mother married again； and this； together with a natural love of adventure； had induced him to run away and seek his fortune with the hardy pioneer and the cunning savage of the border。 Beyond a few months' service under General Clark he knew nothing of frontier life； but he was tired of idleness； he was strong and not afraid of work； and he could learn。 Colonel Zane； who prided himself on his judgment of character； took a liking to the young man at once； and giving him a rifle and accoutrements； told him the border needed young men of pluck and fire； and that if he brought a strong hand and a willing heart he could surely find fortune。 Possibly if Alfred Clarke could have been told of the fate in store for him he might have mounted his black steed and have placed miles between him and the frontier village； but； as there were none to tell； he went cheerfully out to meet that fate。
On this is bright spring morning he patrolled the road leading along the edge of the clearing； which was distant a quarter of a mile from the fort。 He kept a keen eye on the opposite side of the river； as he had been directed。 From the upper end of the island； almost straight across from where he stood； the river took a broad turn； which could not be observed from the fort windows。 The river was high from the recent rains and brush heaps and logs and debris of all descriptions were floating down with the swift current。 Rabbits and other small animals； which had probably been surrounded on some island and compelled to take to the brush or drown； crouched on floating logs and piles of driftwood。 Happening to glance down the road； Clarke saw a horse galloping in his direction At first he thought it was a messenger for himself； but as it neared him he saw that the horse was an Indian pony and the rider a young girl； whose long； black hair was flying in the wind。
〃Hello！ I wonder what the deuce this is？ Looks like an Indian girl；〃 said Clarke to himself。 〃She rides well； whoever she may be。〃
He stepped behind a clump of laurel bushes near the roadside and waited。 Rapidly the horse and rider approached him。 When they were but a few paces distant he sprang out and； as the pony shied and reared at sight of him； he clutched the bridle and pulled the pony's head down。 Looking up he encountered the astonished and bewildered gaze from a pair of the prettiest dark eyes it had ever been his fortune； or misfortune； to look into。
Betty； for it was she； looked at the young man in amazement； while Alfred was even more surprised and disconcerted。 For a moment they looked at each other in silence。 But Betty； who was scarcely ever at a loss for words； presently found her voice。
〃Well； sir！ What does this mean？〃 she asked indignantly。
〃It means that you must turn around and go back to the fort；〃 answered Alfred； also recovering himself。
Now Betty's favorite ride happened to be along this road。 It lay along the top of the bluff a mile or more and afforded a fine unobstructed view of the river。 Betty had either not heard of the Captain's order； that no one was to leave the fort； or she had disregarded it altogether； probably the latter； as she generally did what suited her fancy。
〃Release my pony's head！〃 she cried； her face flushing； as she gave a jerk to the reins。 〃How dare you？ What right have you to detain me？〃
The expression Betty saw on Clarke's face was not new to her； for she remembered having seen it on the faces of young gentlemen whom she had met at her aunt's house in Philadelphia。 It was the slight； provoking smile of the man familiar with the various moods of young women； the expression of an amused contempt for their imperiousness。 But it was not that which angered Betty。 It was the coolness with which he still held her pony regardless of her commands。
〃Pray do not get excited；〃 he said。 〃I am sorry I cannot allow such a pretty little girl to have her own way。 I shall hold your pony until you say you will go back to the fort。〃
〃Sir！〃 exclaimed Betty； blushing a bright…red。 〃Youyou are impertinent！〃
〃Not at all；〃 answered Alfred； with a pleasant laugh。 〃I am sure I do not intend to be。 Captain Boggs did not acquaint me with full particulars or I might have declined my present occupation： not； however； that it is not agreeable just at this moment。 He should have mentioned the danger of my being run down by Indian ponies and imperious young ladies。〃
〃Will you let go of that bridle； or shall I get off and walk back for assistance？〃 said Betty； getting angrier every moment。
〃Go back to the fort at once；〃 ordered Alfred； authoritatively。 〃Captain Boggs' orders are that no one shall be allowed to leave the clearing。〃
〃Oh！ Why did you not say so？ I thought you were Simon Girty； or a highwayman。 Was it necessary to keep me here all this time to explain that you were on duty？〃
〃You know sometimes it is difficult to explain；〃 said Alfred； 〃besides； the situation had its charm。 No； I am not a robber； and I don't believe you thought so。 I have only thwarted a young lady's whim； which I am aware is a great crime。 I am very sorry。 Goodbye。〃
Betty gave him a withering glance from her black eyes； wheeled her pony and galloped away。 A mellow laugh was borne to her ears before she got out of hearing； and again the red blood mantled her cheeks。
〃Heavens！ What a little beauty；〃 said Alfred to himself； as he watched the graceful ri
