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ess pursuit made a long night ride a thing to be dreaded。 While the horses moved swiftly danger from wolves was not imminent； but carelessness or some mishap to a trace or a wheel had been the cause of more than one tragedy。
Therefore it was not remarkable that the drivers of our party breathed a sigh of relief when the top of the last steep hill had been reached。 The girls were quiet； and tired out and cold they pressed close to one another； the men were silent and watchful。
When they were half way home and had just reached the outskirts of the Black Forest the keen ear of Wetzel caught the cry of a wolf。 It came from the south and sounded so faint that Wetzel believed at first that he had been mistaken。 A few moments passed in which the hunter turned his ear to the south。 He had about made up his mind that he had only imagined he had heard something when the unmistakable yelp of a wolf came down on the wind。 Then another； this time clear and distinct； caused the driver to turn and whisper to Wetzel。 The hunter spoke in a low tone and the driver whipped up his horses。 From out the depths of the dark woods along which they were riding came a long and mournful howl。 It was a wolf answering the call of his mate。 This time the horses heard it； for they threw back their ears and increased their speed。 The girls heard it； for they shrank closer to the men。
There is that which is frightful in the cry of a wolf。 When one is safe in camp before a roaring fire the short； sharp bark of a wolf is startling； and the long howl will make one shudder。 It is so lonely and dismal。 It makes no difference whether it be given while the wolf is sitting on his haunches near some cabin waiting for the remains of the settler's dinner； or while he is in full chase after his preythe cry is equally wild； savage and bloodcurdling。
Betty had never heard it and though she was brave； when the howl from the forest had its answer in another howl from the creek thicket； she slipped her little mittened hand under Wetzel's arm and looked up at him with frightened eyes。
In half an hour the full chorus of yelps； barks and howls swelled hideously on the air； and the ever increasing pack of wolves could be seen scarcely a hundred yards behind the sleds。 The patter of their swiftly flying feet on the snow could be distinctly heard。 The slender； dark forms came nearer and nearer every moment。 Presently the wolves had approached close enough for the occupants of the sleds to see their shining eyes looking like little balls of green fire。 A gaunt beast bolder than the others； and evidently the leader of the pack； bounded forward until he was only a few yards from the last sled。 At every jump he opened his great jaws and uttered a quick bark as if to embolden his followers。
Almost simultaneously with the red flame that burst from Wetzel's rifle came a sharp yelp of agony from the leader。 He rolled over and over。 Instantly followed a horrible mingling of snarls and barks； and snapping of jaws as the band fought over the body of their luckless comrade。
This short delay gave the advantage to the horses。 When the wolves again appeared they were a long way behind。 The distance to the fort was now short and the horses were urged to their utmost。 The wolves kept up the chase until they reached the creek bridge and the mill。 Then they slowed up： the howling became desultory； and finally the dark forms disappeared in the thickets。
CHAPTER VIII。
Winter dragged by uneventfully for Betty。 Unlike the other pioneer girls； who were kept busy all the time with their mending； and linsey weaving； and household duties； Betty had nothing to divert her but her embroidery and her reading。 These she found very tiresome。 Her maid was devoted to her and never left a thing undone。 Annie was old Sam's daughter； and she had waited on Betty since she had been a baby。 The cleaning or mending or darninganything in the shape of work that would have helped pass away the monotonous hours for Betty； was always done before she could lift her hand。
During the day she passed hours in her little room； and most of them were dreamed away by her window。 Lydia and Alice came over sometimes and whiled away the tedious moments with their bright chatter and merry laughter； their castle…building； and their romancing on heroes and love and marriage as girls always will until the end of time。 They had not forgotten Mr。 Clarke； but as Betty had rebuked them with a dignity which forbade any further teasing on that score； they had transferred their fun…making to the use of Mr。 Miller's name。
Fearing her brothers' wrath Betty had not told them of the scene with Miller at the dance。 She had learned enough of rough border justice to dread the consequence of such a disclosure。 She permitted Miller to come to the house； although she never saw him alone。 Miller had accepted this favor gratefully。 He said that on the night of the dance he had been a little the worse for Dan Watkins' strong liquor； and that； together with his bitter disappointment； made him act in the mad way which had so grievously offended her。 He exerted himself to win her forgiveness。 Betty was always tender…hearted； and though she did not trust him； she said they might still be friends； but that that depended on his respect for her forbearance。 Miller had promised he would never refer to the old subject and he had kept his word。
Indeed Betty welcomed any diversion for the long winter evenings。 Occasionally some of the young people visited her； and they sang and danced； roasted apples； popped chestnuts； and played games。 Often Wetzel and Major McColloch came in after supper。 Betty would come down and sing for them； and afterward would coax Indian lore and woodcraft from Wetzel； or she would play checkers with the Major。 If she succeeded in winning from him； which in truth was not often； she teased him unmercifully。 When Col。 Zane and the Major had settled down to their series of games； from which nothing short of Indians could have diverted them； Betty sat by Wetzel。 The silent man of the woods； an appellation the hunter had earned by his reticence； talked for Betty as he would for no one else。
One night while Col。 Zane； his wife and Betty were entertaining Capt。 Boggs and Major McColloch and several of Betty's girls friends； after the usual music and singing； storytelling became the order of the evening。 Little Noah told of the time he had climbed the apple…tree in the yard after a raccoon and got severely bitten。
〃One day；〃 said Noah； 〃I heard Tige barking out in the orchard and I ran out there and saw a funny little fur ball up in the tree with a black tail and white rings around it。 It looked like a pretty cat with a sharp nose。 Every time Tige barked the little animal showed his teeth and swelled up his back。 I wanted him for a pet。 I got Sam to give me a sack and I climbed the tree and the nearer I got to him the farther he backed down the limb。 I followed him and put out the sack to put it over his head and he bit me。 I fell from the limb； but he fell too and Tige killed him and Sam stuffed him for me。〃
〃Noah； you are quite a valiant hunter；〃 said Betty。 〃Now； Jonathan； remember that you promised to tell me of your meeting with Daniel Boone。〃
〃It was over on the Muskingong near the mouth of the Sandusky。 I was hunting in the open woods along the bank when I saw an Indian。 He saw me at the same time and we both treed。 There we stood a long time each afraid to change position。 Finally I began to act tired and resorted to an old ruse。 I put my coon…skin cap on my ramrod and cautiously poked it from behind the tree； expecting every second to hear the whistle of the redskin's bullet。 Instead I heard a jolly voice yell： 'Hey； young feller； you'll have to try something better'n that。' I looked and saw a white man standing out in the open and shaking all over with laughter。 I went up to him and found him to be a big strong fellow with an honest； merry face。 He said： 'I'm Boone。' I was considerably taken aback； especially when I saw he knew I was a white man all the time。 We camped and hunted along the river a week and at the Falls of the Muskingong he struck out for his Kentucky home。〃
〃Here is Wetzel；〃 said Col。 Zane； who had risen and gone to the door。 〃Now； Betty； try and get Lew to tell us something。〃
〃Come； Lewis； here is a seat by me；〃 said Betty。 〃We have been pleasantly passing the time。 We have had bear stories； snake stories； ghost storiesall kinds of tales。 Will you tell us one？〃
〃Lewis； did you ever have a chance to kill a hostile Indian and not take it？〃 asked Col。 Zane。
〃Never but once；〃 answered Lewis。
〃Tell us about it。 I imagine it will be interesting。〃
〃Well； I ain't good at tellin' things；〃 began Lewis。 〃I reckon I've seen some strange sights。 I kin tell you about the only redskin I ever let off。 Three years ago I was takin' a fall hunt over on the Big Sandy； and I run into a party of Shawnees。 I plugged a chief and started to run。 There was some good runners and I couldn't shake 'em in the open country。 Comin' to the Ohio I jumped in and swum across； keepin' my rifle and powder dry by holdin' 'em up。 I hid in some bulrushes and waited。 Pretty soon along comes three Injuns； and when