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Three men stepped forward； and others made a movement。
〃They'd plug a man full of lead afore he'd get ten foot from the gate；〃 said Wetzel。 〃I'd go myself； but it wouldn't do no good。 Send a boy； and one as can run like a streak。〃
〃There are no lads big enough to carry a keg of powder。 Harry Bennett might go；〃 said Silas。 〃How is he； Bessie？〃
〃He is dead；〃 answered Mrs。 Zane。
Wetzel made a motion with his hands and turned away。 A short； intense silence followed this indication of hopelessness from him。 The women understood； for some of them covered their faces； while others sobbed。
〃I will go。〃
It was Betty's voice； and it rang clear and vibrant throughout the room。 The miserable women raised their drooping heads； thrilled by that fresh young voice。 The men looked stupefied。 Clarke seemed turned to stone。 Wetzel came quickly toward her。
〃Impossible！〃 said Sullivan。
Silas Zane shook his head as if the idea were absurd。
〃Let me go； brother； let me go？〃 pleaded Betty as she placed her little hands softly； caressingly on her brother's bare arm。 〃I know it is only a forlorn chance； but still it is a chance。 Let me take it。 I would rather die that way than remain here and wait for death。〃
〃Silas； it ain't a bad plan；〃 broke in Wetzel。 〃Betty can run like a deer。 And bein' a woman they may let her get to the cabin without shootin'。〃
Silas stood with arms folded across his broad chest。 As he gazed at his sister great tears coursed down his dark cheeks and splashed on the hands which so tenderly clasped his own。 Betty stood before him transformed； all signs of weariness had vanished； her eyes shone with a fateful resolve； her white and eager face was surpassingly beautiful with its light of hope； of prayer； of heroism。
〃Let me go； brother。 You know I can run； and oh！ I will fly today。 Every moment is precious。 Who knows？ Perhaps Capt。 Boggs is already near at hand with help。 You cannot spare a man。 Let me go。〃
〃Betty； Heaven bless and save you； you shall go；〃 said Silas。
〃No！ No！ Do not let her go！〃 cried Clarke； throwing himself before them。 He was trembling； his eyes were wild； and he had the appearance of a man suddenly gone mad。
〃She shall not go；〃 he cried。
〃What authority have you here？〃 demanded Silas Zane； sternly。 〃What right have you to speak？〃
〃None； unless it is that I love her and I will go for her；〃 answered Alfred desperately。
〃Stand back！〃 cried Wetzel； placing his powerful hard on Clarke's breast and pushing him backward。 〃If you love her you don't want to have her wait here for them red devils；〃 and he waved his hand toward the river。 〃If she gets back she'll save the Fort。 If she fails she'll at least escape Girty。〃
Betty gazed into the hunter's eyes and then into Alfred's。 She understood both men。 One was sending her out to her death because he knew it would be a thousand times more merciful than the fate which awaited her at the hands of the Indians。 The other had not the strength to watch her go to her death。 He had offered himself rather than see her take such fearful chances。
〃I know。 If it were possible you would both save me；〃 said Betty； simply。 〃Now you can do nothing but pray that God may spare my life long enough to reach the gate。 Silas； I am ready 〃
Downstairs a little group of white…faced men were standing before the gateway。 Silas Zane had withdrawn the iron bar。 Sullivan stood ready to swing in the ponderous gate。 Wetzel was speaking with a clearness and a rapidity which were wonderful under the circumstances。
〃When we let you out you'll have a clear path。 Run； but not very fast。 Save your speed。 Tell the Colonel to empty a keg of powder in a table cloth。 Throw it over your shoulder and start back。 Run like you was racin' with me； and keep on comin' if you do get hit。 Now go！〃
The huge gate creaked and swung in。 Betty ran out； looking straight before her。 She had covered half the distance between the Fort and the Colonel's house when long taunting yells filled the air。
〃Squaw！ Waugh！ Squaw！ Waugh！〃 yelled the Indians in contempt。
Not a shot did they fire。 The yells ran all along the river front； showing that hundreds of Indians had seen the slight figure running up the gentle slope toward the cabin。
Betty obeyed Wetzel's instructions to the letter。 She ran easily and not at all hurriedly； and was as cool as it there had not been an Indian within miles。
Col。 Zane had seen the gate open and Betty come forth。 When she bounded up the steps he flung open that door and she ran into his arms。
〃Betts； for God's sake！ What's this？〃 he cried；
〃We are out of powder。 Empty a keg of powder into a table cloth。 Quick！ I've not a second to lose；〃 she answered； at the same time slipping off her outer skirt。 She wanted nothing to hinder that run for the block…house。
Jonathan Zane heard Betty's first words and disappeared into the magazine…room。 He came out with a keg in his arms。 With one blow of an axe he smashed in the top of the keg。 In a twinkling a long black stream of the precious stuff was piling up in a little hill in the center of the table。 Then the corners of the table cloth were caught up； turned and heisted； and the bag of powder was thrown over Betty's shoulder。
〃Brave girl； so help me God； you are going to do it！〃 cried Col。 Zane； throwing open the door。 〃I know you can。 Run as you never ran in all your life。〃
Like an arrow sprung from a bow Betty flashed past the Colonel and out on the green。 Scarcely ten of the long hundred yards had been covered by her flying feet when a roar of angry shouts and yells warned Betty that the keen…eyed savages saw the bag of powder and now knew they had been deceived by a girl。 The cracking of rifles began at a point on the blur nearest Col。 Zane's house； and extended in a half circle to the eastern end of the clearing。 The leaden messengers of Death whistled past Betty。 They sped before her and behind her； scattering pebbles in her path； striking up the dust； and ploughing little furrows in the ground。 A quarter of the distance covered！ Betty had passed the top of the knoll now and she was going down the gentle slope like the wind。 None but a fine marksman could have hit that small； flitting figure。 The yelling and screeching had become deafening。 The reports of the rifles blended in a roar。 Yet above it all Betty heard Wetzel's stentorian yell。 It lent wings to her feet。 Half the distance covered！ A hot； stinging pain shot through Betty's arm； but she heeded it not。 The bullets were raining about her。 They sang over her head； hissed close to her ears； and cut the grass in front of her； they pattered like hail on the stockade…fence； but still untouched； unharmed； the slender brown figure sped toward the gate。 Three…fourths of the distance covered！ A tug at the flying hair； and a long； black tress cut of by a bullet； floated away on the breeze。 Betty saw the big gate swing； she saw the tall figure of the hunter； she saw her brother。 Only a few more yards！ On！ On！ On！ A blinding red mist obscured her sight。 She lost the opening in the fence； but unheeding she rushed on。 Another second and she stumbled； she felt herself grasped by eager arms； she heard the gate slam and the iron b