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excepting those occasional murders； raids； and massacres perpetrated by the different Indian tribes； and instigated no doubt by Girty and the British at Detroit。 Now all kinds of rumors were afloat： Washington was defeated； a close alliance between England and the confederated western tribes had been formed； Girty had British power and wealth back of him。 These and many more alarming reports travelled from settlement to settlement。
The death of Col。 Crawford had been a terrible shock to the whole country。 On the border spread an universal gloom； and the low； sullen mutterings of revengeful wrath。 Crawford had been so prominent a man； so popular； and； except in his last and fatal expedition； such an efficient leader that his sudden taking off was almost a national calamity。 In fact no one felt it more keenly than did Washington himself； for Crawford was his esteemed friend。
Col。 Zane believed Ft。 Henry had been marked by the British and the Indians。 The last runner from Ft。 Pitt had informed him that the description of Miller tallied with that of one of the ten men who had deserted from Ft。 Pitt in 1778 with the tories Girth； McKee； and Elliott。 Col。 Zane was now satisfied that Miller was an agent of Girty and therefore of the British。 So since all the weaknesses of the Fort； the number of the garrison； and the favorable conditions for a siege were known to Girty； there was nothing left for Col。 Zane and his men but to make a brave stand。
Jonathan Zane and Major McColloch watched the river。 Wetzel had disappeared as if the earth had swallowed him。 Some pioneers said he would never return。 But Col。 Zane believed Wetzel would walk into the Fort； as he had done many times in the last ten years； with full information concerning the doings of the Indians。 However； the days passed and nothing happened。 Their work completed； the settlers waited for the first sign of an enemy。 But as none came； gradually their fears were dispelled and they began to think the alarm had been a false one。
All this time Alfred Clarke was recovering his health and strength。 The day came when he was able to leave his bed and sit by the window。 How glad it made him feel to look out on the green woods and the broad； winding river； how sweet to his ears were the songs of the birds； how soothing was the drowsy hum of the bees in the fragrant honeysuckle by his window。 His hold on life had been slight and life was good。 He smiled in pitying derision as he remembered his recklessness。 He had not been in love with life。 In his gloomy moods he had often thought life was hardly worth the living。 What sickly sentiment！ He had been on the brink of the grave； but he had been snatched back from the dark river of Death。 It needed but this to show him the joy of breathing； the glory of loving； the sweetness of living。 He resolved that for him there would be no more drifting； no more purposelessness。 If what Wetzel had told him was true； if he really had not loved in vain； then his cup of happiness was overflowing。 Like a far…off and almost forgotten strain of music some memory struggled to take definite shape in his mind； but it was so hazy； so vague； so impalpable； that he could remember nothing clearly。
Isaac Zane and his Indian bride called on Alfred that afternoon。
〃Alfred； I can't tell you how glad I am to see you up again；〃 said Isaac； earnestly； as he wrung Alfred's hand。 〃Say； but it was a tight squeeze！ It has been a bad time for you。〃
Nothing could have been more pleasing than Myeerah's shy yet eloquent greeting。 She gave Alfred her little hand and said in her figurative style of speaking； 〃Myeerah is happy for you and for others。 You are strong like the West Wind that never dies。〃
〃Myeerah and I are going this afternoon； and we came over to say good…bye to you。 We intend riding down the river fifteen miles and then crossing； to avoid running into any band of Indians。〃
〃And how does Myeerah like the settlement by this time？〃
〃Oh； she is getting on famously。 Betty and she have fallen in love with each other。 It is amusing to hear Betty try to talk in the Wyandot tongue； and to see Myeerah's consternation when Betty gives her a lesson in deportment。〃
〃I rather fancy it would be interesting； too。 Are you not going back to the Wyandots at a dangerous time？〃
〃As to that I can't say。 I believe； though； it is better that I get back to Tarhe's camp before we have any trouble with the Indians。 I am anxious to get there before Girty or some of his agents。〃
〃Well； if you must go； good luck to you； and may we meet again。
〃It will not be long； I am sure。 And； old man；〃 he continued； with a bright smile； 〃when Myeerah and I come again to Ft。 Henry we expect to find all well with you。 Cheer up； and good…bye。〃
All the preparations had been made for the departure of Isaac and Myeerah to their far…off Indian home。 They were to ride the Indian ponies on which they had arrived at the Fort。 Col。 Zane had given Isaac one of his pack horses。 This animal carried blankets； clothing； and food which insured comparative comfort in the long ride through the wilderness。
〃We will follow the old trail until we reach the hickory swale；〃 Isaac was saying to the Colonel； 〃and then we will turn off and make for the river。 Once across the Ohio we can make the trip in two days。〃
〃I think you'll make it all right；〃 said Col。 Zane。
〃Even if I do meet Indians I shall have no fear； for I have a protector here；〃 answered Isaac as he led Myeerah's pony to the step。
〃Good…bye； Myeerah； he is yours； but do not forget he is dear to us；〃 said Betty； embracing and kissing the Indian girl。
〃My sister does not know Myeerah。 The White Eagle will return。〃
〃Good…bye； Betts； don't cry。 I shall come home again。 And when I do I hope I shall be in time to celebrate another event； this time with you as the heroine。 Good…bye。 Goodbye。〃
The ponies cantered down the road。 At the bend Isaac and Myeerah turned and waved their hands until the foliage of the trees hid them from view。
〃Well； these things happen naturally enough。 I suppose they must be。 But I should much have preferred Isaac staying here。 Hello！ What the deuce is that？ By Lord！ It's Tige！〃
The exclamation following Col。 Zane's remarks had been called forth by Betty's dog。 He came limping painfully up the road from the direction of the river。 When he saw Col。 Zane he whined and crawled to the Colonel's feet。 The dog was wet and covered with burrs； and his beautiful glossy coat； which had been Betty's pride； was dripping with blood。
〃Silas； Jonathan； come here；〃 cried Col。 Zane。 〃Here's Tige； back without Wetzel； and the poor dog has been shot almost to pieces。 What does it mean？〃
〃Indians；〃 said Jonathan； coming out of the house with Silas； and Mrs。 Zane and Betty； who had heard the Colonel's call。
〃He has come a long way。 Look at his feet。 They are torn and bruised；〃 continued Jonathan。 〃And he has been near Wingenund's camp。 You see that red clay on his paws。 There is no red clay that I know of round here； and there are miles of it this side of the Delaware camp。〃
〃What is the matter with Tige？〃 asked Betty。
〃He is done for。 Shot through； poor fellow。 How did he ever reach home？〃