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"But you're boss here. You could make him put this borderman out of the way." "Wal, I ain't agoin' ter interfere. Anyways, Brandt, the Shawnee'll make short work of the scout when he gits him among the tribe. Injuns is Injuns. It's a great honor fer him to git Zane, an' he wants his own people to figger in the finish. Quite nat'r'l, I reckon."
"Lew, 'cordin' to the way settlers are comin', in a few more years there won't be any need for a borderman. When the Injuns are all gone where'll be our work?" "'Tain't likely either of us'll ever see them times," said Wetzel, "an' I don't want to. Wal, Jack, I'm off now, an' I'll meet you here every other day."
Wetzel has taken the trail, and I came in because I've serious suspicions I'll explain to you alone." The borderman bowed gravely to Helen, with a natural grace, and yet a manner that sat awkwardly upon him.
I wish her only to be safely taken care of; and I think the boldest Borderman in Perth will respect the bar of my door as much as the gate of Carlisle Castle. I am going down to Sim Glover's; I may stay there all night, for the Highland cub is run back to the hills, like a wolf whelp as he is, and so there is a bed to spare, and father Simon will make me welcome to the use of it.
"It's Jack, kurnel, an' he's got her!" cried one. The doughty colonel gained the bluff to see his brother climbing the bank with a white-faced girl in his arms. "Well?" he asked, looking darkly at Jonathan. Nothing kindly or genial was visible in his manner now; rather grim and forbidding he seemed, thus showing he had the same blood in his veins as the borderman. "Lend a hand," said Jonathan.
His face gleamed white, and his eyes glinted like bits of steel in the sun. Suddenly he grasped the rifle, and, leveling it with the swiftness of thought, fired at Jonathan. The borderman saw the act, even from the beginning, and must have read the outlaw's motive, for as the weapon flashed he dropped flat on the bank.
"Well, Jonathan, what's up?" "There's hell to pay," was the reply, and the speaker's voice rang clear and sharp. Colonel Zane laid his hand on his brother's shoulder, and thus they stood for a moment, singularly alike, and yet the sturdy pioneer was, somehow, far different from the dark-haired borderman. "I thought we'd trouble in store from the look on your face," said the colonel calmly.
When at last he turned, his face was colorless, white as marble, and sad, and set, and stern. "Lass, it mustn't be; I'll not ruin your life." "But you will if you give me up." "No, no, lass." "I cannot live without you." "You must. My life is not mine to give." "But you love me." "I am a borderman." "I will not live without you." "Hush! lass, hush!" "I love you."
"By all that's holy, Wetzel!" exclaimed Colonel Zane. They saw the giant borderman raise a long, black rifle, which wavered and fell, and rose again. A little puff of white smoke leaped out, accompanied by a clear, stinging report. Brandt dropped the paddle he had hurriedly begun plying after his traitor's act.
November the third was the anniversary of a memorable event on the frontier the marriage of the younger borderman. Colonel Zane gave it the name of "Independence Day," and arranged a holiday, a feast and dance where all the settlement might meet in joyful thankfulness for the first year of freedom on the border.
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