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lover。 This done； he tied one end of the grapevine around the stone； and wound
the other about the dead bodies。
He pushed them off the bank into the spring。 As the lovers sank into the deep
pool they turned； exposing first Winds' sad face； and then Joe's。 Then they
sank out of sight。 Little waves splashed on the shore of the pool； the ripple
disappeared； and the surface of the spring became tranquil。
Wetzel stood one moment over the watery grave of the maiden who had saved him；
and the boy who had loved him。 In the gathering gloom his stalwart form
assumed gigantic proportions； and when he raised his long arm and shook his
clenched fist toward the west； he resembled a magnificent statue of dark
menace。
With a single bound he cleared the pool； and then sped out of the glade。 He
urged the dog on Girty's trail； and followed the eager beast toward the west。
As he disappeared； a long； low sound like the sigh of the night wind swelled
and moaned through the gloom。
Chapter XXIV。
When the first ruddy rays of the rising sun crimsoned the eastern sky； Wetzel
slowly wound his way down a rugged hill far west of Beautiful Spring。 A white
dog； weary and footsore； limped by his side。 Both man and beast showed
evidence of severe exertion。
The hunter stopped in a little cave under a projecting stone； and； laying
aside his rifle； began to gather twigs and sticks。 He was particular about
selecting the wood； and threw aside many pieces which would have burned well；
but when he did kindle a flame it blazed hotly； yet made no smoke。
He sharpened a green stick； and； taking some strips of meat from his pocket；
roasted them over the hot flame。 He fed the dog first。 Mose had crouched close
on the ground with his head on his paws； and his brown eyes fastened upon the
hunter。
〃He had too big a start fer us；〃 said Wetzel； speaking as if the dog were
human。 It seemed that Wetzel's words were a protest against the meaning in
those large； sad eyes。
Then the hunter put out the fire； and； searching for a more secluded spot；
finally found one on top of the ledge； where he commanded a good view of his
surroundings。 The weary dog was asleep。 Wetzel settled himself to rest； and
was soon wrapped in slumber。
About noon he awoke。 He arose； stretched his limbs； and then took an easy
position on the front of the ledge； where he could look below。 Evidently the
hunter was waiting for something。 The dog slept on。 It was the noonday hour；
when the stillness of the forest almost matched that of midnight。 The birds
were more quiet than at any other time during daylight。
Wetzel reclined there with his head against the stone； and his rifle resting
across his knees。
He listened now to the sounds of the forest。 The soft breeze fluttering among
the leaves； the rain…call of the tree frog； the caw of crows from distant
hilltops； the sweet songs of the thrush and oriole； were blended together
naturally； harmoniously。
But suddenly the hunter raised his head。 A note； deeper than the others； a
little too strong； came from far down the shaded hollow。 To Wetzel's trained
ear it was a discord。 He manifested no more than this attention； for the
birdcall was the signal he had been awaiting。 He whistled a note in answer
that was as deep and clear as the one which had roused him。
Moments passed。 There was no repetition of the sound。 The songs of the other
birds had ceased。 Besides Wetzel there was another intruder in the woods。
Mose lifted his shaggy head and growled。 The hunter patted the dog。 In a few
minutes the figure of a tall man appeared among the laurels down the slope。 He
stopped while gazing up at the ledge。 Then； with noiseless step； he ascended
the ridge； climbed the rocky ledge； and turned the corner of the stone to face
Wetzel。 The newcomer was Jonathan Zane。
〃Jack； I expected you afore this；〃 was Wetzel's greeting。
〃I couldn't make it sooner；〃 answered Zane。 〃After we left Williamson and
separated； I got turned around by a band of several hundred redskins makin'
for the Village of Peace。 I went back again； but couldn't find any sign of the
trail we're huntin'。 Then I makes for this meetin' place。 I've been goin' for
some ten hours； and am hungry。〃
〃I've got some bar ready cooked；〃 said Wetzel； handing Zane several strips of
meat。
〃What luck did you have？〃
〃I found Girty's trail； an old one； over here some eighteen or twenty miles；
an' follered it until I went almost into the Delaware town。 It led to a hut in
a deep ravine。 I ain't often surprised； but I wus then。 I found the dead body
of that girl； Kate Wells； we fetched over from Fort Henry。 Thet's sad； but it
ain't the surprisin' part。 I also found Silvertip； the Shawnee I've been
lookin' fer。 He was all knocked an' cut up； deader'n a stone。 There'd been
somethin' of a scrap in the hut。 I calkilate Girty murdered Kate； but I
couldn't think then who did fer Silver； though I allowed the renegade might
hev done thet； too。 I watched round an' seen Girty come back to the hut。 He
had ten Injuns with him； an' presently they all made fer the west。 I trailed
them； but didn't calkilate it'd be wise to tackle the bunch single…handed； so
laid back。 A mile or so from the hut I came across hoss tracks minglin' with
the moccasin…prints。 About fifteen mile or from the Delaware town； Girty left
his buckskins； an' they went west； while he stuck to the hoss tracks。 I was
onto his game in a minute。 I cut across country fer Beautiful Spring； but I
got there too late。 I found the warm bodies of Joe and thet Injun girl； Winds。
The snake hed murdered them。〃
〃I allow Joe won over Winds； got away from the Delaware town with her； tried
to rescue Kate； and killed Silver in the fight。 Girty probably was surprised；
an' run after he had knifed the girl。〃
〃'Pears so to me。 Joe had two knife cuts； an' one was an old wound。〃
〃You say it was a bad fight？〃
〃Must hev been。 The hut was all knocked in； an' stuff scattered about。 Wal；
Joe could go some if he onct got started。〃
〃I'll bet he could。 He was the likeliest lad I've seen for many a day。〃
〃If he'd lasted； he'd been somethin' of a hunter an' fighter。〃
〃Too bad。 But Lord！ you couldn't keep him down； no more than you can lots of
these wild young chaps that drift out here。〃
〃I'll allow he had the fever bad。〃
〃Did you hev time to bury them？〃
〃I hedn't time fer much。 I sunk them in the spring。〃
〃It's a pretty deep hole；〃 said Zane； reflectively。 〃Then； you and the dog
took Girty's trail； but couldn't catch up with him。 He's now with the renegade
cutthroats and hundreds of riled Indians over there in the Village of Peace。〃
〃I reckon you're right。〃
A long silence ensued；。 Jonathan finished his simple repast； drank from the
little spring that trickled under the stone； and； sitting down by the dog；
smoothed out his long silken hair。
〃Lew； we're pretty good friends； ain't we？〃 he asked； thoughtfully。
〃Jack； you an' the colonel are all the friends I ever hed； 'ceptin' that boy
lyin' quiet back there in the woods。〃
〃I know you pretty well； and ain't sayin' a word about your runnin' off from
me on many a hunt； but I want to speak plain about this fellow Girty。〃
〃Wal？〃 said Wetzel； as Zane hesitated。
〃Twice in the last few years you and I have had it in for the same men； both
white…livered traitors。 You remember？ First it was Miller； who tried to ruin
my sister Betty； and next it was Jim Girty； who murdered our old friend； as
good an old man as ever wore moccasins。 Wal； after Miller ran off from the
fort； we trailed him down to the river； and I points across and says； 'You or
me？' and you says； 'Me。' You was Betty's friend； and I knew she'd be avenged。
Miller is lyin' quiet in the woods； and violets have blossomed twice over his
grave； though you never said a word； but I know it's true because I know you。〃
Zane looked eagerly into the dark face of his friend； hoping perhaps to get
some verbal assurance there that his belief was true。 But Wetzel did not
speak； and he continued：
〃Another day not so long ago we both looked down at an old friend； and saw his
white hair matted with blood。 He'd been murdered for nothin'。 Again you and
me trailed a coward and found him to be Jim Girty。 I knew you'd been huntin'
him for years； and so I says； 'Lew； you or me？' and you says； 'Me。'〃 I give in
to you； for I knew you're a better man than me； and because I wanted you to
have the satisfaction。 Wal； the months have gone by； and Jim Girty's still
livin' and carryin' on。 Now he's over there after them poor preachers。 I ain't
sayin'； Lew； that you haven't more agin him than me； but I do say； let me in
on it with you。 He always has a gang of redskins with him； he's afraid to
travel alone； else you'd had him long ago。 Two of us'll have more chance to
get him。 Let me go with you。 When it co