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He knew his life to them was not worth a pinch of powder. "Lost! Lost! All lost!" he exclaimed in despair. As he went toward the church he saw hundreds of savages bounding over the grass, brandishing weapons and whooping fiendishly. They were concentrating around Girty's teepee, where already a great throng had congregated. Of all the Indians to be seen not one walked.
But the chief whom Girty tried to bribe answered, "Do you take me for a squaw?" and threatened, if Girty said more, to burn him along with Crawford. This is the story told in Girty's favor; other stories represent him as indifferent if not cruel to Crawford throughout. In any case, it ended in Crawford's return to the Indian camp, eight miles from the Indian town, where he suffered death.
"I figured there was only one so-called white man in these woods who is coward enough to strike a man whose hands are tied." "Boy, ye're too free with your tongue. I'll shet off your wind." Girty's hand was raised, but it never reached Joe's neck. The big Indian had an hour or more previous cut Joe's bonds, but he still retained the thong which was left attached to Joe's left wrist.
Hamilton, the governor at Detroit before de Peyster, was captured by him, and the Yengees held him a prisoner in Virginia. This Clark is cunning like the fox, and has teeth like the wolf. He is the winner of victories, and the men from Kentucky are ready to fight around him to the last." Another murmur came from the circle and it also indicated approval of Girty's words.
"Wetzel has gone on Girty's trail. I know that from his manner when he left us," said Edwards. "Wetzel may avenge her, but he can never save her. It's too late. Hello " The exclamation was called forth by the appearance of Young, who entered with a rifle in his hands. "George, where are you going with that gun?" asked Edwards, grasping his friend by the arm.
If Girty's band of six hundred Indians had arrived a few hours later they would have found in the fort only a few women and children, besides a small number of old men, unable to fight.
Twice he pulled Girty down as a wolf drags a deer. He dashed him against the wall, throwing him nearing and nearer the knife. Once within reach of the blade Joe struck the renegade a severe blow on the temple and the villain's wrestling became weaker. Planting his heavy knee on Girty's breast, Joe reached for the knife, and swung it high. Exultantly he cried, mad with lust for the brute's blood.
But Lord! you couldn't keep him down, no more than you can lots of these wild young chaps that drift out here." "I'll allow he had the fever bad." "Did you hev time to bury them?" "I hedn't time fer much. I sunk them in the spring." "It's a pretty deep hole," said Zane, reflectively. "Then, you and the dog took Girty's trail, but couldn't catch up with him.
Girty's face flamed with furious red, but Henry went on rapidly: "If Manitou told me that I should fall in fair fight with a Wyandot or a Shawnee or a Miami I should not feel disgraced, but if I were to be killed by the dirty hand of you, Girty, or the equally dirty hand of Braxton Wyatt, who stands behind you, I should feel myself dishonored as long as the world lasts."
He will be pleased to know that Simon Braley, murderer and renegade, is in his bailiwick. From what I know of Simon Girty's nephew, he is not the kind of man who will be taken alive." He started. "You mean, that you will send the sheriff out to arrest him?" She shook her head. "Not exactly," she replied. "Did you not hear me say that Simon Braley would never be taken alive?"
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