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I've been twenty years with that man, yet I can't answer it. Jonathan, of course, is only a shadow of him; Wetzel is the type of these men who have held the frontier for us. He was the first borderman, and no doubt he'll be the last." "What have Jonathan and Wetzel that other men do not possess?" "In them is united a marvelously developed woodcraft, with wonderful physical powers.
If he could slip out in the dark he had a good chance to elude the borderman. In the passionate desire to escape, he had forgotten his fatalistic words to Legget. He reasoned that he could not be trailed until daylight; that a long night's march would put him far in the lead, and there was just a possibility of Zane's having gone away with Wetzel.
I'd like you to be within call." The borderman strolled down the bluff and along the path which overhung the river. He disliked Metzar more than his brother suspected, and with more weighty reason than that of selling rum to minors. Jonathan threw himself at length on the ground and mused over the situation. "We never had any peace in this settlement, an' never will in our day.
I have heard that twice since others have been despatched northward, although to what points was unknown." "The saints defend us! 'tis indeed serious. I supposed the boat which passed contained all the Dons on the upper river, but if this be true we may have to desert the stream, and take to the eastern trail on foot. Sacre! I like it not! What say you, you sphinx of an English borderman?
Then two soft, rounded arms encircled his neck, and a golden head lay on his breast. "My borderman! My hero! My love!" Jonathan clasped the beautiful, quivering girl to his heart. "Lass, for God's sake don't say you love me," he implored, thrilling with contact of her warm arms. "Ah!" she breathed, and raised her head. Her radiant eyes darkly wonderful with unutterable love, burned into his.
Jonathan removed his clothing, and tying these, together with his knapsack, to the rifle, held them above the water while he swam the three narrow channels. He took up the trail again, finding here, as he expected, where Brandt had joined the waiting Shawnee chief. The borderman pressed on harder to the eastward.
How can these two men, alone, cope with savages, as I've heard they do, and break up such an outlaw band as Legget's?" "That's a question I've heard Daniel Boone ask about Wetzel, and Boone, though not a borderman in all the name implies, was a great Indian fighter. I've heard old frontiersmen, grown grizzled on the frontier, use the same words.
If he should live an hundred years on the border amid savage murderers, he would still be tender-hearted. Just now he believed the giant borderman by the side of Jonathan held a dead girl, one whom he had danced, when a child, upon his knee. "Mabel, an' jest alive," replied Jonathan. "By God! I'm glad!" exclaimed Colonel Zane. "Here, Lew, give her to me."
You come here with your wonderful beauty, and smile at us with that light in your eyes which makes men mad. Oh, you'll pay for it." The borderman listened to all this love-making half disgusted, until he began to grow interested. Brandt's back was turned to him, and Helen stood so that the light from the pine cones shone on her face.
Without in any formal way intending it the old borderman had endowed both his sons with a large sense of the power and historic significance of Massachusetts. He had contrived to make us feel some part of his idolatry of Wendell Phillips, for his memory of the great days of The Liberator were keen and worshipful.
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