gnificent specimen of savage
manhood. His height, when standing, could not have been less than six
feet three. His shoulders were broad and clothed with great, powerful
muscles. His body sloped away gracefully to a slim waist and straight,
muscular limbs--the ideal body, striven for by all athletes. His dress
was that usual to Seminoles on a hunt--a long calico shirt belted in at
the waist, limbs bare, moccasins of soft tanned deer-skin, and a
head-dress made of many tightly-wound crimson handkerchiefs bound
together by a broad, thin band of polished silver. In the turban, now
dyed a richer hue from the blood flowing from the warrior's shoulder,
was stuck a large eagle feather, the insignia of a chief. At his feet,
where he had crumpled down under the enemy's bullets, lay the Indian
lad in a huddled heap. It did not need the tiny eagle feather in the
diminutive turban to convince Charley's observant eye that it was a
case of father and son, a chief and son of a chief.

All that we have taken so long to describe, Charley had taken in at one
swift glance.

"Both are still living," he declared. "Run to the lean-to, Walt, and
get a blanket. We will have to drag that big one up to the camp. It
will be pretty rough, but it's our only way. We cannot carry him."

In a minute Walter was back with a thick, strong horse-blanket, which
he spread out on the turf close to the water.

It took every ounce of strength the two lads possessed to lift the
heavy body from the dugout to the blanket, then each taking a forward
end of the blanket, they drew it gently after them sled-wise up to the
lean-to, avoiding rough places as much as possible. There, they had to
exert themselves to the limit of their strength to lift their burden
from the blanket to one of the couches.

Their second trip was easier. The Indian lad, though showing promise
of great future strength, was still only a stripling, and they bore his
limp body in their arms without difficulty.

CHAPTER XIV.

THE VICTIMS.

"Hurry back to the captain, Walt," urged his chum as soon as the Indian
boy was laid on another conch. "He may need you any minute. Those
demons will be here as soon as they finish off the Seminoles. Thank
the Lord, the firing is still going on. I will do what I can for these
poor chaps and be with you as soon as possible." His eye flashed and
his face darkened as he added, "Tell the captain everyone must shoot at
anything that s