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〃Will the girls have a chance in these races？〃 asked Isaac。 〃If so； I should like to see Betty and Myeerah run。〃
〃Betty can outrun any woman； red or white； on the border；〃 said Wetzel。 〃And she could make some of the men run their level best。〃
〃Well； perhaps we shall give her one opportunity to…morrow；〃 observed the Colonel。 〃She used to be good at running but it seems to me that of late she has taken to books and〃
〃Oh； Eb！ that is untrue；〃 interrupted Betty。
Col。 Zane laughed and patted his sister's cheek。 〃Never mind； Betty；〃 and then； rising； he continued； 〃Now let us drink to the bride and groom…to…be。 Capt。 Boggs； I call on you。〃
〃We drink to the bride's fair beauty； we drink to the groom's good luck；〃 said Capt。 Boggs； raising his cup。
〃Do not forget the maid…of…honor；〃 said Isaac。
〃Yes； and the maid…of…honor。 Mr。 Clarke； will you say something appropriate？〃 asked Col。 Zane。
Rising； Clarke said： 〃I would be glad to speak fittingly on this occasion； but I do not think I can do it justice。 I believe as Col。 Zane does； that this Indian Princess is the first link in that chain of peace which will some day unite the red men and the white men。 Instead of the White Crane she should be called the White Dove。 Gentlemen； rise and drink to her long life and happiness。〃
The toast was drunk。 Then Clarke refilled his cup and holding it high over his head he looked at Betty。
〃Gentlemen； to the maid…of…honor。 Miss Zane； your health； your happiness； in this good old wine。〃
〃I thank you；〃 murmured Betty with downcast eyes。 〃I bid you all good…night。 Come； Myeerah。〃
Once more alone with Betty； the Indian girl turned to her with eyes like twin stars。
〃My sister has made me very happy；〃 whispered Myeerah in her soft； low voice。 〃Myeerah's heart is full。〃
〃I believe you are happy； for I know you love Isaac dearly。〃
〃Myeerah has always loved him。 She will love his sister。〃
〃And I will love you；〃 said Betty。 〃I will love you because you have saved him。 Ah！ Myeerah； yours has been wonderful； wonderful love。〃
〃My sister is loved；〃 whispered Myeerah。 〃Myeerah saw the look in the eyes of the great hunter。 It was the sad light of the moon on the water。 He loves you。 And the other looked at my sister with eyes like the blue of northern skies。 He； too； loves you。〃
〃Hush！〃 whispered Betty； trembling and hiding her face。 〃Hush！ Myeerah； do not speak of him。〃
CHAPTER XI。
He following afternoon the sun shone fair and warm； the sweet smell of the tan…bark pervaded the airs and the birds sang their gladsome songs。 The scene before the grim battle…scarred old fort was not without its picturesqueness。 The low vine…covered cabins on the hill side looked more like picture houses than like real habitations of men； the mill with its burned…out roofa reminder of the Indiansand its great wheel； now silent and still； might have been from its lonely and dilapidated appearance a hundred years old。
On a little knoll carpeted with velvety grass sat Isaac and his Indian bride。 He had selected this vantage point because it afforded a fine view of the green square where the races and the matches were to take place。 Admiring women stood around him and gazed at his wife。 They gossiped in whispers about her white skin； her little hands； her beauty。 The girls stared with wide open and wondering eyes。 The youngsters ran round and round the little group； they pushed each other over； and rolled in the long grass； and screamed with delight
It was to be a gala occasion and every man； woman and child in the settlement had assembled on the green。 Col。 Zane and Sam were planting a post in the center of the square。 It was to be used in the shooting matches。 Capt。 Boggs and Major McColloch were arranging the contestants in order。 Jonathan Zane； Will Martin； Alfred Clarkeall the young men were carefully charging and priming their rifles。 Betty was sitting on the black stallion which Col。 Zane had generously offered as first prize。 She was in the gayest of moods and had just coaxed Isaac to lift her on the tall horse； from which height she purposed watching the sports。 Wetzel alone did not seem infected by the spirit of gladsomeness which pervaded。 He stood apart leaning on his long rifle and taking no interest in the proceedings behind him。 He was absorbed in contemplating the forest on the opposite shore of the river。
〃Well； boys； I guess we are ready for the fun；〃 called Col。 Zane； cheerily。 〃Only one shot apiece； mind you； except in case of a tie。 Now； everybody shoot his best。〃
The first contest was a shooting match known as 〃driving the nail。〃 It was as the name indicated； nothing less than shooting at the head of a nail。 In the absence of a nailfor nails were scarceone was usually fashioned from a knife blade； or an old file； or even a piece of silver。 The nail was driven lightly into the stake； the contestants shot at it from a distance as great as the eyesight permitted。 To drive the nail hard and fast into the wood at one hundred yards was a feat seldom accomplished。 By many hunters it was deemed more difficult than 〃snuffing the candle；〃 another border pastime； which consisted of placing in the dark at any distance a lighted candle； and then putting out the flame with a single rifle ball。 Many settlers； particularly those who handled the plow more than the rifle； sighted from a rest； and placed a piece of moss under the rife…barrel to prevent its spring at the discharge。
The match began。 Of the first six shooters Jonathan Zane and Alfred Clarke scored the best shots。 Each placed a bullet in the half…inch circle round the nail。
〃Alfred； very good； indeed；〃 said Col。 Zane。 〃You have made a decided improvement since the last shooting…match。〃
Six other settlers took their turns。 All were unsuccessful in getting a shot inside the little circle。 Thus a tie between Alfred and Jonathan had to be decided。
〃Shoot close； Alfred；〃 yelled Isaac。 〃I hope you beat him。 He always won from me and then crowed over it。〃
Alfred's second shot went wide of the mark； and as Jonathan placed another bullet in the circle； this time nearer the center； Alfred had to acknowledge defeat。
〃Here comes Miller；〃 said Silas Zane。 〃Perhaps he will want a try。〃
Col。 Zane looked round。 Miller had joined the party。 He carried his rifle and accoutrements； and evidently had just returned to the settlement。 He nodded pleasantly to all。
〃Miller； will you take a shot for the first prize； which I was about to award to Jonathan？〃 said Col。 Zane。
〃No。 I am a little late； and not entitled to a shot。 I will take a try for the others；〃 answered Miller。
At the arrival of Miller on the scene Wetzel had changed his position to one nearer the crowd。 The dog； Tige； trotted closely at his heels。 No one heard Tige's low growl or Wetzel's stern word to silence him。 Throwing his arm over Betty's pony； Wetzel apparently watched the shooters。 In reality he studied intently Miller's every movement。
〃I expect some good shooting for this prize；〃 said Col。 Zane； waving a beautifully embroidered buckskin bullet pouch； which was one of Betty's donations。
Jonathan having won his prize was out of the lists and could compete no more。 This entitled Alfred to the first shot for second prize。 He felt he would give anything he possessed to win the dainty trifle which the Colonel had waved aloft。 Twice he raised his rifle in his exceeding earnestness to score a good shot and each time lowered the barrel。 When finally he did shoot the bullet embedded itself in the second circle。 It was a good shot； but he knew it would never win that prize。
〃A little nervous； eh？〃 remarked Miller； with a half sneer on his swarthy face。
Several young settlers followed in succession； but their aims were poor。 Then little Harry Bennet took his stand。 Harry had won many prizes in former matches； and many of the pioneers considered him one of the best shots in the country
〃Only a few more after you； Harry；〃 said Col。 Zane。 〃You have a good chance。〃
〃All right； Colonel。 That's Betty's prize and somebody'll have to do some mighty tall shootin' to beat me；〃 said the lad； his blue eyes flashing as he toed the mark。
Shouts and cheers of approval greeted his attempt。 The bullet had passed into the wood so close to the nail that a knife blade could not have been inserted between。
Miller's turn came next。 He was a fine marksman and he knew it。 With the confidence born of long experience and knowledge of his weapon； he took a careful though quick aim and fired。 He turned away satisfied that he would carry off the coveted prize。 He had nicked the nail。
But Miller reckoned without his host。 Betty had seen the result of his shot and the self…satisfied smile on his face。 She watched several of the settlers make poor attempts at the nail； and then； convinced that not one of the other contestants could do so well as Miller； she slipped off the horse and ran around to where Wetzel was standing by her pony。
〃Lew； I believe Miller will win my prize；〃 she whispered； placing her hand on the hunter's arm。 〃He has scratched the nail； and I am sure no one except you can do better。 I do not want Miller to have anything of mine。〃
〃And； little girl； you want me to shoot fe