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If they can be broken down the Shawnees will take many scalps and prisoners. It will be an easy victory. Black Hoof's name will be repeated far beyond Kaskaskia and the Great Lakes in the North. He will be given many new war-names." Black Hoof's eyes glittered as he pictured the glory and prestige the hollow log might confer upon him.
"I saw you riding this morning..." he added. "Oh, he's all right, a good horse," answered Rostov, though the horse for which he had paid seven hundred rubbles was not worth half that sum. "He's begun to go a little lame on the left foreleg," he added. "The hoof's cracked! That's nothing. I'll teach you what to do and show you what kind of rivet to use." "Yes, please do," said Rostov.
Across this line of thought came the recollection of the Grisdols' fate. The girl would be safe at Howard's Creek, but death lined the trace leading thereto. My reason assured me Black Hoof's band had long since departed from the mountains. My fear that the girl was being led into an ambush threw me into a fine sweat; and I pushed on the faster.
"If Ward's up to them sort o' tricks he'd 'a' made his kill when only a few miles from Howard's Creek, when he was that much closer to Black Hoof's band. Then he'd 'a' sneaked north to j'in his red friends and dance his sculps. But we've found all their camps, and nothin' has happened. They're safe so far." It was near morning before I could sleep and I awoke at sunrise. Cousin was missing.
Then he must have designs on the Dales, and he would persuade them to travel in a direction which would lead them into a trap. If Ward were "red" he already had planned just where he would bag his game. Against this line of reasoning was our failure to discover fresh signs, and the fact that Black Hoof's band was making north.
There is no danger. You're like silly children afraid of the dark. Your scouts have told you there are no Indians near. Yet the minute the sun sets you imagine the woods are full of them. I will go out alone and unarmed and I will shout my name. If any Shawnee who was not in Black Hoof's band hears my voice he will come to me. After he learns I have friends here on Howard's Creek, he will go away.
"Tell your people not to fire," again called Black Hoof's powerful voice. Dale faced the cabins and waved his white wampum, crying: "I am saving your lives. You men in the lower cabin, throw down your arms!" "Like thunder!" grunted Cousin. "He's fairly among them!" I gasped. Dale had come to a stop and was turning his head and glancing from one point to another on the ground as he talked.
And I emphatically declared he never had the ghost of a chance from the moment he fell into Black Hoof's hands. Another ruse to keep her mind engaged was to trace out our course with a stick on a patch of bare earth.
The iron kettle rattled to the ground, and young Cousin, with head and shoulders thrust through the roof, discharged both barrels of his rifle. The Indian stopped rolling. I was amazed that Black Hoof's men had not instantly fired a volley. I exclaimed as much as he dropped to the floor. "Here she comes!" he cried as the lead began plunging into the thick logs.
The hog seems to have the strongest antipathy to the snake tribe; without the least fear of them. When one of the latter is discovered by a hog, and no crevice in the rocks, or hollow log, offers it a shelter, its destruction is inevitable. The hog rushes to the spot, and, bounding forward, crushes the reptile under his hoof's.
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