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〃It is the only vacant cabin in the settlement。 I can accommodate the women folks here。〃
〃Well； we'll see about it。 I don't want you and Betty inconvenienced。 I'll send Sam up to the cabin and have him fix things up a bit and make it more habitable。
The door opened； admitting Col。 Zane's elder boy。 The lad's face was dirty； his nose was all bloody； and a big bruise showed over his right eye。
〃For the land's sake！〃 exclaimed his mother。 〃Look at the boy。 Noah； come here。 What have you been doing？〃
Noah crept close to his mother and grasping her apron with both hands hid his face。 Mrs。 Zane turned the boy around and wiped his discolored features with a wet towel。 She gave him a little shake and said： 〃Noah； have you been fighting again？〃
〃Let him go and I'll tell you about it；〃 said the Colonel； and when the youngster had disappeared he continued： 〃Right after breakfast Noah went with me down to the mill。 I noticed several children playing in front of Reihart's blacksmith shop。 I went in； leaving Noah outside。 I got a plow…share which I had left with Reihart to be repaired。 He came to the door with me and all at once he said： 'look at the kids。' I looked and saw Noah walk up to a boy and say something to him。 The lad was a stranger； and I have no doubt belongs to these new people I told you about。 He was bigger than Noah。 At first the older boy appeared very friendly and evidently wanted to join the others in their game。 I guess Noah did not approve of this； for after he had looked the stranger over he hauled away and punched the lad soundly。 To make it short the strange boy gave Noah the worst beating he ever got in his life。 I told Noah to come straight to you and confess。〃
〃Well； did you ever！〃 ejaculated Mrs。 Zane。 〃Noah is a bad boy。 And you stood and watched him fight。 You are laughing about it now。 Ebenezer Zane； I would not put it beneath you to set Noah to fighting。 I know you used to make the little niggers fight。 Anyway； it serves Noah right and I hope it will be a lesson to him。〃
〃I'll make you a bet； Bessie；〃 said the Colonel； with another laugh。 〃I'll bet you that unless we lock him up； Noah will fight that boy every day or every time he meets him。〃
〃I won't bet；〃 said Mrs。 Zane； with a smile of resignation。
〃Where's Betts？ I haven't seen her this morning。 I am going over to Short Creek to…morrow or next day； and think I'll take her with me。 You know I am to get a commission to lay out several settlements along the river； and I want to get some work finished at Short Creek this spring。 Mrs。 Raymer'll be delighted to have Betty。 Shall I take her？
〃By all means。 A visit there will brighten her up and do her good。〃
〃Well； what on earth have you been doing？〃 cried the Colonel。 His remark had been called forth by a charming vision that had entered by the open door。 Bettyfor it was shewore a little red cap set jauntily on her black hair。 Her linsey dress was crumpled and covered with hayseed。
〃I've been in the hay…mow；〃 said Betty； waving a small basket。 〃For a week that old black hen has circumvented me； but at last I have conquered。 I found the nest in the farthest corner under the hay。〃
〃How did you get up in the loft？〃 inquired Mrs。 Zane。
〃Bessie； I climbed up the ladder of course。 I acknowledge being unusually light…hearted and happy this morning； but I have not as yet grown wings。 Sam said I could not climb up that straight ladder； but I found it easy enough。〃
〃You should not climb up into the loft；〃 said Mrs。 Zane； in a severe tone。 〃Only last fall Hugh Bennet's little boy slid off the hay down into one of the stalls and the horse kicked him nearly to death。〃
〃Oh； fiddlesticks； Bessie； I am not a baby；〃 said Betty； with vehemence。 〃There is not a horse in the barn but would stand on his hind legs before he would step on me； let alone kick me。〃
〃I don't know； Betty； but I think that black horse Mr。 Clarke left here would kick any one；〃 remarked the Colonel。
〃Oh； no； he would not hurt me。〃
〃Betty； we have had pleasant weather for about three days；〃 said the Colonel； gravely。 〃In that time you have let out that crazy bear of yours to turn everything topsy…turvy。 Only yesterday I got my hands in the paint you have put on your canoe。 If you had asked my advice I would have told you that painting your canoe should not have been done for a month yet。 Silas told me you fell down the creek hill； Sam said you tried to drive his team over the bluff； and so on。 We are happy to see you get back your old time spirits； but could you not be a little more careful？ Your versatility is bewildering。 We do not know what to look for next。 I fully expect to see you brought to the house some day maimed for life； or all that beautiful black hair gone to decorate some Huron's lodge。〃
〃I tell you I am perfectly delighted that the weather is again so I can go out。 I am tired to death of staying indoors。 This morning I could have cried for very joy。 Bessie will soon be lecturing me about Madcap。 I must not ride farther than the fort。 Well； I don't care。 I intend to ride all over。〃
〃Betty； I do not wish you to think I am lecturing you；〃 said the Colonel's wife。 〃But you are as wild as a March hare and some one must tell you things。 Now listen。 My brother； the Major； told me that Simon Girty； the renegade； had been heard to say that he had seen Eb Zane's little sister and that if he ever got his hands on her he would make a squaw of her。 I am not teasing you。 I am telling you the truth。 Girty saw you when you were at Fort Pitt two years ago。 Now what would you do if he caught you on one of your lonely rides and carried you off to his wigwam？ He has done things like that before。 James Girty carried off one of the Johnson girls。 Her brothers tried to rescue her and lost their lives。 It is a common trick of the Indians。〃
〃What would I do if Mr。 Simon Girty tried to make a squaw of me？〃 exclaimed Betty； her eyes flashing fire。 〃Why； I'd kill him！〃
〃I believe it； Betts； on my word I do；〃 spoke up the Colonel。 〃But let us hope you may never see Girty。 All I ask is that you be careful。 I am going over to Short Creek to…morrow。 Will you go with me？ I know Mrs。 Raymer will be pleased to see you。〃
〃Oh； Eb； that will be delightful！〃
〃Very well； get ready and we shall start early in the morning。
Two weeks later Betty returned from Short Creek and seemed to have profited much by her short visit。 Col。 Zane remarked with satisfaction to his wife that Betty had regained all her former cheerfulness。
The morning after Betty's return was a perfect spring morningthe first in that month of May…days。 The sun shone bright and warm； the mayflowers blossomed； the trailing arbutus scented the air； everywhere the grass and the leaves looked fresh and green； swallows flitted in and out of the barn door； the blue…birds twittered； a meadow…lark caroled forth his pure melody； and the busy hum of bees came from the fragrant apple…blossoms。
〃Mis' Betty； Madcap 'pears powerfo' skittenish；〃 said old Sam； when he had led the pony to where Betty stood on the hitching block。 〃Whoa； dar； you rascal。〃
Betty laughed as she leaped lightly into the saddle； and soon she was flying over the old familiar road； down across the creek bridge； past the old grist…mill； around the fort and then out on the river bluff。 The Indian pony was fiery and mettlesome。 He pranced and side…stepped； galloped and trotted by turns。 He seemed as glad to get out again into the warm sunshine as was Betty herself。 He tore down the road a mile at his best speed。 Coming back Betty pulled him into a walk。 Presently her musings were interrupted by a sharp switch in the face from a twig of a tree。 She stopped the pony and broke off the offending branch。 As she looked around the recollection of what had happened to her in that very spot flashed into her mind。 It was here that she had been stopped by the man who had passed almost as swiftly out of her life as he had crossed her path that memorable afternoon。 She fell to musing on the old perplexing question。 After all could there not have been some mistake？ Perhaps she might have misjudged him？ And then the old spirit； which resented her thinking of him in that softened mood； rose and fought the old battle over again。 But as often happened the mood conquered； and Betty permitted herself to sink for the moment into the sad thoughts which returned like a mournful strain of music once sung by beloved voices； now forever silent。
She could not resist the desire to ride down to the old sycamore。 The pony turned into the bridle…path that led down the bluff and the sure…footed beast picked his way carefully over the roots and stones。 Betty's heart beat quicker when she saw the noble tree under whose spreading branches she had spent the happiest day of her life。 The old monarch of the forest was not one whit changed by the wild winds of winter。 The dew sparkled on the nearly full grown leaves； the little sycamore balls were already as large as marbles。
Betty drew rein at the top of the bank and looked absently at the tree and into the foam covered pool beneath。 At that moment her eyes saw nothing physical。 They held the faraway light of the dreamer； the look that sees so much of the past and nothi