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mbled； she felt herself grasped by eager arms； she heard the gate slam and the iron bar shoot into place； then she felt and heard no more。
Silas Zane bounded up the stairs with a doubly precious burden in his arms。 A mighty cheer greeted his entrance。 It aroused Alfred Clarke； who had bowed his head on the bench and had lost all sense of time and place。 What were the women sobbing and crying over？ To whom belonged that white face？ Of course； it was the face of the girl he loved。 The face of the girl who had gone to her death。 And he writhed in his agony。
Then something wonderful happened。 A warm； living flush swept over that pale face。 The eyelids fluttered； they opened； and the dark eyes； radiant； beautiful； gazed straight into Alfred's。
Still Alfred could not believe his eyes。 That pale face and the wonderful eyes belonged to the ghost of his sweetheart。 They had come back to haunt him。 Then he heard a voice。
〃O…h！ but that brown place burns！〃
Alfred saw a bare and shapely arm。 Its beauty was marred by a cruel red welt He heard that same sweet voice laugh and cry together。 Then he came back to life and hope。 With one bound he sprang to a porthole。
〃God； what a woman！〃 he said between his teeth； as hi thrust the rifle forward。
It was indeed not a time for inaction。 The Indians； realizing they had been tricked and had lost a golden opportunity； rushed at the Fort with renewed energy。 They attacked from all sides and with the persistent fury of savages long disappointed in their hopes。 They were received with a scathing； deadly fire。 Bang！ roared the cannon； and the detachment of savages dropped their ladders and fled。 The little 〃bull dog〃 was turned on its swivel and directed at another rush of Indians。 Bang！ and the bullets； chainlinks； and bits of iron ploughed through the ranks of the enemy。 The Indians never lived who could stand in the face of well…aimed cannon…shot。 They fell back。 The settlers； inspired； carried beyond themselves by the heroism of a girl； fought as they had never fought before。 Every shot went to a redskin's heart； impelled by the powder for which a brave girl had offered her life； guided by hands and arms of iron； and aimed by eyes as fixed and stern as Fate； every bullet shed the life…blood of a warrior。
Slowly and sullenly the red men gave way before that fire。 Foot by foot they retired。 Girty was seen no more。 Fire； the Shawnee chief； lay dead in the road almost in the same spot where two days before his brother chief； Red Fox； had bit the dust。 The British had long since retreated。
When night came the exhausted and almost famished besiegers sought rest and food。
The moon came out clear and beautiful； as if ashamed at her traitor's part of the night before； and brightened up the valley； bathing the Fort； the river； and the forest in her silver light。
Shortly after daybreak the next morning the Indians； despairing of success； held a pow…wow。 While they were grouped in plain view of the garrison； and probably conferring over the question of raising the siege； the long； peculiar whoop of an Indian spy； who had been sent out to watch for the approach of a relief party； rang out。 This seemed a signal for retreat。 Scarcely had the shrill cry ceased to echo in the hills when the Indians and the British； abandoning their dead； moved rapidly across the river。
After a short interval a mounted force was seen galloping up the creek road。 It proved to be Capt。 Boggs； Swearengen； and Williamson with seventy men。 Great was the rejoicing。 Capt。 Boggs had expected to find only the ashes of the Forts。 And the gallant little garrison； although saddened by the loss of half its original number； rejoiced that it had repulsed the united forces of braves and British。
CHAPTER XV。
Peace and quiet reigned ones more at Ft。 Henry。 Before the glorious autumn days had waned； the settlers had repaired the damage done to their cabins； and many of them were now occupied with the fall plowing。 Never had the Fort experienced such busy days。 Many new faces were seen in the little meeting…house。 Pioneers from Virginia； from Ft。 Pitt； and eastward had learned that Fort Henry had repulsed the biggest force of Indians and soldiers that Governor Hamilton and his minions could muster。 Settlers from all points along the rivet were flocking to Col。 Zane's settlement。 New cabins dotted the hillside； cabins and barns in all stages of construction could be seen。 The sounds of hammers； the ringing stroke of the axe； and the crashing down of mighty pines or poplars were heard all day long。
Col。 Zane sat oftener and longer than ever before in his favorite seat on his doorstep。 On this evening he had just returned from a hard day in the fields； and sat down to rest a moment before going to supper。 A few days previous Isaac Zane and Myeerah had come to the settlement。 Myeerah brought a treaty of peace signed by Tarhe and the other Wyandot chieftains。 The once implacable Huron was now ready to be friendly with the white people。 Col。 Zane and his brothers signed the treaty； and Betty； by dint of much persuasion； prevailed on Wetzel to bury the hatchet with the Hurons。 So Myeerah's love； like the love of many other women； accomplished more than years of war and bloodshed。
The genial and happy smile never left Col。 Zane's face； and as he saw the well…laden rafts coming down the river； and the air of liveliness and animation about the growing settlement； his smile into one of pride and satisfaction。 The prophecy that he had made twelve years before was fulfilled。 His dream was realized。 The wild； beautiful spot where he had once built a bark shack and camped half a year without seeing a white man was now the scene of a bustling settlement； and he believed he would live to see that settlement grow into a prosperous city。 He did not think of the thousands of acres which would one day make him a wealthy man。 He was a pioneer at heart； he had opened up that rich new country； he had conquered all obstacles； and that was enough to make him content。
〃Papa； when shall I be big enough to fight bars and bufflers and Injuns？〃 asked Noah； stopping in his play and straddling his father's knee。
〃My boy； did you not have Indians enough a short time ago？〃
〃But； papa； I did not get to see any。 I heard the shooting and yelling。 Sammy was afraid； but I wasn't。 I wanted to look out of the little holes； but they locked us up in the dark room。〃
〃If that boy ever grows up to be like Jonathan or Wetzel it will be the death of me；〃 said the Colonel's wife； who had heard the lad's chatter。
〃Don't worry； Bessie。 When Noah grows to be a man the Indians will be gone。〃
Col。 Zane heard the galloping of a horse and looking up saw Clarke coming down the road on his black thoroughbred。 The Colonel rose and walked out to the hitching…block； where Clarke had reined in his fiery steed。
〃Ah； Alfred。 Been out for a ride？〃
〃Yes； I have been giving Roger a little exercise。〃
〃That's a magnificent animal。 I never get tired watching him move。 He's the best bit of horseflesh on the river。 By the way； we have not seen much of you since the siege。 Of course you have been busy。 Getting ready to put on the harness； eh？ Well； that