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Updated: June 26, 2025
How proudly Colonel Zane would smile! Her name would go on that long roll of border honor and heroism. That was not, however, one thousandth part so pleasing, as to be alone with her borderman. With a sigh of mingled weariness and content, Helen leaned her head on Jonathan's shoulder and fell asleep. The borderman trembled.
She had been so frightened before he had found her, and so relieved afterward; and now he was going away. "Mr. Zane," she cried with a great effort. "Come back." Jonathan kept slowly on. "Come back, Jonathan, please." The borderman retraced his steps. "Please take me home," she said, lifting a fair face all flushed, tear-stained, and marked with traces of storm.
I got away with the lass." "Ah! Left Lew fighting?" The borderman answered the question with bowed head. "You got off well. Not a hurt that I can see, and more than lucky to save Helen. Well, Jack, what do you think about Lew?" "I'm goin' back," replied Jonathan. "No! no!" The door opened to admit Mrs. Zane. She looked bright and cheerful, "Hello, Jack; glad you're home.
Wetzel relinquished his burden to the colonel. "Lew, any bad Indian sign?" asked Colonel Zane as he turned to go into the house. The borderman shook his head. "Wait for me," added the colonel. He carried the girl to that apartment in the cabin which served the purpose of a sitting-room, and laid her on a couch.
Almost every one I ever knew wanted the young man of her choice to outstrip all her other admirers, and then, for a spell, nearly die of love for her, after which she'd give in. Now, Jack, being a borderman, a man with no occupation except scouting, will never look at a girl, let alone make up to her. I imagine, my dear, it'd take some mighty tall courting to fetch home Helen Sheppard a bride.
"If you tell your father, or any one, I might lose the chance to find this man, for, lass, he's desperate cunnin'. Then he'd go free to rob others, an' mebbe help make off with other poor girls. Lass, keep my secret." "But he might try to carry me away," said Helen in fearful perplexity. "Most likely he might," replied the borderman with the smile that came so rarely. "Oh!
"After his rifle," Brandt muttered, and then realized that he had watched the encounter without any idea of aiding his comrade. He consoled himself with the knowledge that such an attempt would have been useless. From the moment the borderman sprang upon Legget, until he scaled the cliff, his movements had been incredibly swift.
Her great eyes glowed and burned, but she was silent, when hearing how Wetzel ran alone to a break in the stockade, and there, with an ax, the terrible borderman held at bay the whole infuriated Indian mob until the breach was closed.
Since that day, now a week past, when he had returned with the stolen horses, his movements and habits were precisely what would have been expected of an unsuspicious borderman. In reality, however, Jonathan was not what he seemed. He knew all that was going on in the settlement. Hardly a bird could have entered the clearing unobserved.
The borderman went into the cabin, presently emerging with a buckskin knapsack strapped to his shoulder. He set off eastward with a long, swinging stride. The women had taken Helen within the house where, no doubt, they could discuss with greater freedom the events of the previous day. "Sheppard," said Colonel Zane, turning with a sparkle in his eyes.
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