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“88 RED BBLT, THE TUSCARORA. ipalisades. Roydon Howe and Red Belt, now as cool as fice, were at their places, and in a few seconds their rifles were flinging — ‘back hostile lead. The attack was sudden, but the defense was prompt, vig- orous and effective. In twenty minutes the shots were heard no more; but the sound of splashing paddles was borne to "the ears of those who still stood by the loopholes, rifles im hand. ~ CHAPTER XVII. CONCLUSION, One week had passed, and still the hunters stirred not from thecave. One night, however, just as darkness had fairly fallen, ‘Red Belt stood by the little gate in the palisades. He was in full war-paint and feathers, his rifle was strapped to his shoul- ders, and he was ready for the long journey. Few were the words spoken between him and those who loved him as their brother. <A long, silent, heart-yearning em- brace with the men, a tender, affectionate caress with the dog, ‘and the young Tuscarora tore himself away. In a few mo- ments he was in the hunter’s canoe—had pushed out into the stream, and was fairly embarked on his dangerous trip to the distant Scioto, to search out and bring back his darling Mis- kwa. Long and yearningly the white hunters gazed after him in the gloom. And when he was lost to sight, they listened for the gentle splash of his paddle. Then the faint echoes ae that ceased. Red Belt was gone. Would he and his ee ever meet again this side of the Great Barrier ? We will not invade the domain of history at this point ;_ ‘tis a field too arid in its matter-of-fact detail, for a ro- mance ; but we will simply say : history records, that the little army of eleven hundred colonists, by order of Lord Dunmore, reached Point Pleasant, at the junction of the Ohio = = is os — Wien @ 3A as han ® - TT ; f , ‘ At ae ==