The Border Riflemen; or, The Forest Fiend. A Romance of the Black-Hawk UprisingAiken, Albert W.
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The Border Riflemen; or, The Forest Fiend. A Romance of the Black-Hawk Uprising
Aiken, Albert W.
Black Hawk War, 1832 -- Fiction; Dime novels
“Is it possible that my father’s land belongs to the Indians?” said
Sadie. “He paid for it honestly, and would not willingly wrong any man.”
“The Wild Rose speaks truly. Her father has a great heart, but he holds
the land which belongs to Black-Hawk.”
“Then he will pay for it again, sooner than wrong a chief of the Sacs.”
“Black-Hawk will not sell his lands to a white man. Let the words of
Minneoba sound in the ears of Wild Rose. This is no place for her to
dwell. Let her get a swift horse and fly away until the tempest has
passed, for a dark cloud hangs over her father’s house and threatens
her.”
“I have done no wrong; why should I flee?”
“My sister, the evil will come to the just and the unjust, for
Black-Hawk will have his land again. Do not ask me to tell you more, for
a Sac maiden can not betray her father, but take those you love and
fly.”
While yet speaking, the rapid beat of hoofs could be heard, and two men
rounded a point of woods and approached them. At a glance Sadie
recognized Black Will and a desperate ruffian who was more than
suspected of selling arms to the Indians, a great offense upon the
frontier. This man’s name was Richard Garrett, and he was hated and
feared all along the border.
“Ha, look!” cried Minneoba. “Yonder comes a bad white man, who has
spoken evil words in the ears of Black-Hawk. What does he here?”
“Let us hurry away,” whispered Sadie. “He is my enemy, and I fear to
meet him now.”
The two girls darted into the bushes, but not quickly enough to evade
the eyes of the two men, who at once urged their horses and overtook the
flying girls.
“Ha, my dear,” said Black Will, placing himself in front of Sadie, and
effectually barring her further flight. “I did not expect to meet you so
soon.”
“Do not stop me, Will Jackwood,” cried Sadie. “You have been punished
once to-day for your insolence. Joe Bent is not far away.”
“He is safe from me for this day, for he has my word,” replied Black
Will. “But, when we meet again, one or the other goes down.”
“Threats do not hurt the absent,” was the quiet reply. “Let me pass at
once.”
“Not so fast. I shall not have a better opportunity than this, and must
entreat you to come with me.”
Unconsciously, in their walk, the girls had come some distance from the
house, and at that quiet hour few persons were abroad. Sadie understood
the object of Black Will. It was to seize and carry her away for the
purpose of forcing her to become his wife. He sprung out of the saddle,
and menacing her with instant death if she cried out, hurried toward
her, when a new and unexpected obstacle stood in his path. Minneoba had
been almost unnoticed by the two scoundrels, and seeing that Dick
Garrett was employed in holding the horses, the brave girl suddenly
strung her bow, and fitting an arrow hastily, sprung in between Black
Will and his intended victim, and he recoiled with a cry of rage, as the
bright point of the arrow glittered in the light.
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