Betty Zane eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about Betty Zane.

Betty Zane eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 376 pages of information about Betty Zane.

Many thought the hunter had missed altogether.  It seemed that the nail had not changed its position; there was no bullet hole in the white lime wash that had been smeared round the nail.  But on close inspection the nail was found to have been driven to its head in the wood.

“A wonderful shot!” exclaimed Col.  Zane.  “Lewis, I don’t remember having seen the like more than once or twice in my life.”

Wetzel made no answer.  He moved away to his former position and commenced to reload his rifle.  Betty came running up to him, holding in her hand the prize bullet pouch.

“Oh, Lew, if I dared I would kiss you.  It pleases me more for you to have won my prize than if any one else had won it.  And it was the finest, straightest shot ever made.”

“Betty, it’s a little fancy for redskins, but it’ll be a keepsake,” answered Lewis, his eyes reflecting the bright smile on her face.

Friendly rivalry in feats that called for strength, speed and daring was the diversion of the youth of that period, and the pioneers conducted this good-natured but spirited sport strictly on its merits.  Each contestant strove his utmost to outdo his opponent.  It was hardly to be expected that Alfred would carry off any of the laurels.  Used as he had been to comparative idleness he was no match for the hardy lads who had been brought up and trained to a life of action, wherein a ten mile walk behind a plow, or a cord of wood chopped in a day, were trifles.  Alfred lost in the foot-race and the sackrace, but by dint of exerting himself to the limit of his strength, he did manage to take one fall out of the best wrestler.  He was content to stop here, and, throwing himself on the grass, endeavored to recover his breath.  He felt happier today than for some time past.  Twice during the afternoon he had met Betty’s eyes and the look he encountered there made his heart stir with a strange feeling of fear and hope.  While he was ruminating on what had happened between Betty and himself he allowed his eyes to wander from one person to another.  When his gaze alighted on Wetzel it became riveted there.  The hunter’s attitude struck him as singular.  Wetzel had his face half turned toward the boys romping near him and he leaned carelessly against a white oak tree.  But a close observer would have seen, as Alfred did, that there was a certain alertness in that rigid and motionless figure.  Wetzel’s eyes were fixed on the western end of the island.  Almost involuntarily Alfred’s eyes sought the same direction.  The western end of the island ran out into a long low point covered with briars, rushes and saw-grass.  As Alfred directed his gaze along the water line of this point he distinctly saw a dark form flit from one bush to another.  He was positive he had not been mistaken.  He got up slowly and unconcernedly, and strolled over to Wetzel.

“Wetzel, I saw an object just now,” he said in a low tone.  “It was moving behind those bushes at the head of the island.  I am not sure whether it was an animal or an Indian.”

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