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〃Here； take it。 It is a letter from Mr。 Clarke which you should have received last fall。 That last morning he gave this letter to Sam to deliver to you； and the crazy old nigger kept it。 However； it is too late to talk of that； only it does seem a great pity。 I feel sorry for both of you。 Clarke never will forgive you； even if you want him to； which I am sure you do not。 I don't know exactly what is in this letter； but I know it will make you ashamed to think you did not trust him。〃
With this parting reproof the Colonel walked out； leaving Betty completely bewildered。 The words 〃too late；〃 〃never forgive；〃 and 〃a great pity〃 rang through her head。 What did he mean？ She tore the letter open with trembling hands and holding it up to the now fast…waning light； she read
〃Dear Betty：
〃If you had waited only a moment longer I know you would not have been so angry with me。 The words I wanted so much to say choked me and I could not speak them。 I love you。 I have loved you from the very first moment； that blessed moment when I looked up over your pony's head to see the sweetest face the sun ever shone on。 I'll be the happiest man on earth if you will say you care a little for me and promise to be my wife。
〃It was wrong to kiss you and I beg your forgiveness。 Could you but see your face as I saw it last night in the moonlight； I would not need to plead： you would know that the impulse which swayed me was irresistible。 In that kiss I gave you my hope； my love； my life； my all。 Let it plead for me。
〃I expect to return from Ft。 Pitt in about six or eight weeks； but I cannot wait until then for your answer。
〃With hope I sign myself；
〃Yours until death；
〃Alfred。〃
Betty read the letter through。 The page blurred before her eyes； a sensation of oppression and giddiness made her reach out helplessly with both hands。 Then she slipped forward and fell on the door。 For the first time in all her young life Betty had fainted。 Col。 Zane found her lying pale and quiet under the window。
CHAPTER IX。
Yantwaia； or； as he was more commonly called； Cornplanter； was originally a Seneca chief； but when the five war tribes consolidated； forming the historical 〃Five Nations；〃 he became their leader。 An old historian said of this renowned chieftain： 〃Tradition says that the blood of a famous white man coursed through the veins of Cornplanter。 The tribe he led was originally ruled by an Indian queen of singular power and beauty。 She was born to govern her people by the force of her character。 Many a great chief importuned her to become his wife； but she preferred to cling to her power and dignity。 When this white man； then a very young man； came to the Ohio valley the queen fell in love with him； and Cornplanter was their son。〃
Cornplanter lived to a great age。 He was a wise counsellor； a great leader； and he died when he was one hundred years old； having had more conceded to him by the white men than any other chieftain。 General Washington wrote of him： 〃The merits of Cornplanter and his friendship for the United States are well known and shall not be forgotten。〃
But Cornplanter had not always been a friend to the palefaces。 During Dunmore's war and for years after； he was one of the most vindictive of the savage leaders against the invading pioneers。
It was during this period of Cornplanter's activity against the whites that Isaac Zane had the misfortune to fall into the great chief's power。
We remember Isaac last when； lost in the woods； weak from hunger and exposure； he had crawled into a thicket and had gone to sleep。 He was awakened by a dog licking his face。 He heard Indian voices。 He got up and ran as fast as he could； but exhausted as he was he proved no match for his pursuers。 They came up with him and seeing that he was unable to defend himself they grasped him by the arms and fled him down a well…worn bridle…path。
〃Dn poor run。 No good legs；〃 said one of his captors； and at this the other two Indians laughed。 Then they whooped and yelled； at which signal other Indians joined them。 Isaac saw that they were leading him into a large encampment。 He asked the big savage who led him what camp it was； and learned that he had fallen into the hands of Cornplanter。
While being marched through the large Indian village Isaac saw unmistakable indications of war。 There was a busy hum on all sides； the squaws were preparing large quantities of buffalo meat； cutting it in long； thin strips； and were parching corn in stone vessels。 The braves were cleaning rifles； sharpening tomahawks； and mixing war paints。 All these things Isaac knew to be preparations for long marches and for battle。 That night he heard speech after speech in the lodge next to the one in which he lay； but they were in an unknown tongue。 Later he heard the yelling of the Indians and the dull thud of their feet as they stamped on the ground。 He heard the ring of the tomahawks as they were struck into hard wood。 The Indians were dancing the war…dance round the war…post。 This continued with some little intermission all the four days that Isaac lay in the lodge rapidly recovering his strength。 The fifth day a man came into the lodge。 He was tall and powerful； his fair fell over his shoulders and he wore the scanty buckskin dress of the Indian。 But Isaac knew at once he was a white man； perhaps one of the many French traders who passed through the Indian village。
〃Your name is Zane；〃 said the man in English； looking sharply at Isaac。
〃That is my name。 Who are you？〃 asked Isaac in great surprise。
〃I am Girty。 I've never seen you； but I knew Col。 Zane and Jonathan well。 I've seen your sister； you all favor one another。〃
〃Are you Simon Girty？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃I have heard of your influence with the Indians。 Can you do anything to get me out of this？〃
〃How did you happen to git over here？ Yon are not many miles from Wingenund's Camp；〃 said Girty； giving Isaac another sharp look from his small black eyes。
〃Girty； I assure you I am not a spy。 I escaped from the Wyandot village on Mad River and after traveling three days I lost my way。 I went to sleep in a thicket and when I awoke an Indian dog had found me。 I heard voices and saw three Indians。 I got up and ran； but they easily caught me。〃
〃I know about you。 Old Tarhe has a daughter who kept you from bein' ransomed。〃
〃Yes； and I wish I were back there。 I don't like the look of things。〃
〃You are right； Zane。 You got ketched at a bad time。 The Indians are mad。 I suppose you don't know that Col。 Crawford massacred a lot of Indians a few days ago。 It'll go hard with any white man that gits captured。 I'm afraid I can't do nothin' for you。〃
A few words concerning Simon Girty； the White Savage。 He had two brothers； James and George； who had been desperadoes before they were adopted by the Delawares； and who eventually became fierce and relentless savages。 Simon had been captured at the same time as his brothers； but he did not at once fall under the influence of the unsettled； free…and…easy life of the Indians。 It is probable that while in captivity he acquired the power of commanding the Indians' interest and learned the secret of ruling themtwo capabilities few white men ever possessed。 It