ce, and
called:

"Hey, you! Wait a minute. If I surrender, you treat me well? No
hurt?"

"No harm, brudder. Treat good. No shoot, no get hurt. Fine man."

"I'll bet you're lyin'," thought Simon.

The Indian arrived, to shake hands. Simon watchfully consented. His
hand was grasped, the grip instantly fastened upon it, would not
loosen--"Tarnation! Let go, I tell you!" growled Simon, and with his
other arm swung his gun wrathfully.

At the moment the Indian who had followed him through the thicket
landed like a panther upon his back and pinioned him tightly. It all
was up with Simon. He struggled in vain. The horseback Indian "seized
him by the hair of his head and shook him until his teeth rattled."
Other Indians rushed joyously in. They scolded him with shrill tongues
and belabored him with their ramrods.

"Hoss tief, hey? Big rascal, hey? Steal Injun's hoss, hey? One
rascal white man, hey?" At every "hey" their ramrods fell; they cuffed
him until his ears rang, and he rather believed that they were going to
beat him to death then and there. Plainly enough they were the owners
of the horses.

On a sudden they ceased, and stared. Brave Montgomery had appeared,
summoned by the noise. He was standing yonder, among the thinned
trees, trying to freshen the priming of his rifle. Two Indians darted
for him at once. They pursued him amidst the trees--all vanished--two
rifle shots spoke; the Indians came back waving a scalp, which they
thrust into Simon's face as promise that his own should soon join it.

Thus Montgomery perished, in a long chance of rescuing his partner.
But he could have done nothing. He only proved himself to be the kind
that never leaves a friend. George Clark did not know what had
happened; he heard the rumpus and made off. Maybe he acted wisely. It
was a hard problem. If he had killed an Indian in the party, the party
would have killed Simon. Anyway, he arrived at Logan's, by himself.

The angry Shawnees, with their white Indian looking on, had a very good
time beating Simon, until they all, including Simon, were tired out.
Then they staked him flat on his back, stretched by arms and legs and
neck--his ankles drawn taut to two stakes, his elbows and wrists held
by a stout pole laid across his chest, and his neck enclosed in a
halter. He could not move an inch!

They cuffed him a little more, for full measure--"Tief! You big hoss
tief! Hey? Hey? How you like tie