Although styled a cave by Sevier the hiding-place in the ledge was only a rock recess, caused by the undercutting of surface waters. In this pocket the borderer left the Tonpits while he went for assistance. He was surprised on scouting toward the trail to hear the voices of the outlaws raised in loud discussion. He had taken it for granted that Hajason’s men would not observe the abrupt ending of the signs left by the three horses and would continue their pursuit for some distance beyond the ledge. “I tell ye this is the girl’s hoss. I plugged him to stop the girl. That skunk of a Sevier can’t make fast time carryin’ her on his saddle. Old Tonpit’s nag must be ’bout blowed,” bawled Hester’s voice. “My breed tracker says there was three hosses ahead,” boomed Hajason’s deep bass. “He didn’t have to see ’em to know that. If ye fools hadn’t rammed ahead of him an’ wiped out the signs he could ’a’ told where they swung off the path. All we know now is that they turned off somewheres atween here an’ where we stopped, or ’bout half a mile ahead. We’ll have to scatter an’ search both sides of the path.” “This hoss with his flank ripped open is the girl’s nag, I’m tellin’ ye,” persisted Hester. “If Sevier didn’t ride double then they must ’a’ took my hoss. If that’s the case an’ he’s within hearin’, I reckon I can wipe out the need of searchin’ both sides of the path. My animal is trained to prick up his ears when he hears this.” Sevier darted back toward the three horses hidden among The excited cries of the outlaws, punctuated by Hester’s loud oaths of admiration, greeted the arrival of the horse. Sevier’s only consolation was the knowledge that although the faithful beast had answered the call he could not guide the outlaws to the ledge. And yet, a quarter of a mile even of thick forest did not afford as wide a margin of safety as Sevier would wish. The borderer realized that whatever action he was to take to safeguard the secret of the ledge must be initiated at once. At a point where a twist in the trail hid the band from view Sevier crossed to the other side. Moving parallel to the trail, he gained a position opposite the horsemen just as Red Hajason was commanding: “Spread out in a thin line an’ beat up the woods. The hoss come from some spot near here. The trackers will go ahead an’ foller the hoss’s tracks. When any one sights the runaways jest give a yell an’ lay low till all of us can come up. Not a word, mind ye, till ye see something.” Sevier crawled closer, until, by kneeling, he could detect the movement of a horse on the trail. Raising his rifle, he fired. The animal dropped, shot through the head. The rider, thrown violently to the ground, quickly identified himself by cursing volubly as only Red Hajason could curse. Sevier, although deeply regretting his lead had killed the horse instead of its master, thus distracted the outlaws from their purpose of searching the woods in the vicinity of the ledge. He began falling back, slipping noiselessly from tree “—— ye for white-livered hounds!” roared Red Hajason. “Spread out! A hundred pounds to the man what fetches me his head!” Stimulated by this offer and spurred on by their fear of their leader, the men lengthened the line, and Sevier knew he must give ground in earnest. He was in a peculiar predicament, for his task was increased two-fold by the appearance of Hester’s horse. He must adhere to his original plan of securing assistance; the safety of the girl demanded that. Yet he must remain in contact with the gang or the men would become discouraged at their lack of success and return to investigate the east side of the trail. To find succour under the circumstances would demand something of a miracle. Any band of Cherokees in the neighbourhood would scatter and take to cover when they heard the sound of the chase. He had counted on finding a village, unsuspected by the outlaws, and by a diplomatic “talk” enlisting the aid of the warriors. The precipitate pursuit eliminated any chance of finesse. Could he play the game until nightfall he might find it possible to double back and lead the Tonpits north. Against this manoeuvre bulked the obstacle of the horses and their guard left in the trail. Once the outlaws lost him they would return to their animals, arriving coincident with his return to the ledge. “Devil of a mess!” Sevier inwardly raged as he knocked the legs from under an outlaw closing in on his right. “Held up by these scum after standing off both the Creek and the Cherokee Nations! If it wasn’t for Miss Elsie I’d love to His shot at the man on the right brought the gang forward in a wild rush, each eager to sight the fugitive before he could reload. Sevier raced for his life until he gained enough leeway to pause and recharge his rifle. He had barely finished when a rustling behind him sent him to the ground, his gun levelled. “Wa-ya!” softly called a voice. “Aniwaya!” joyfully hissed Sevier, creeping forward. “Man of the Wolf clan, where are you?” A copper-coloured form rose almost at his elbow. The borderer recognized Bloody Mouth. “Little John never knew the hunting-call of the Wolf could sound so sweet,” whispered Sevier. “Tsan-usdi is chased by dogs,” growled Bloody Mouth, his eyes flaring with blood-lust. “I will stick my ax in their heads.” Drawing the warrior back as the outlaws advanced, Sevier hurriedly asked: “Where are the Cherokees? I want warriors.” “You must travel till sundown to come up with them,” was the discouraging rejoinder. “That will not do,” muttered Sevier. “Bloody Mouth will do as his brother says?” “He will. By nightfall his wolf-call will bring many men of his clan. Then we will hunt down and break off the heads of Tsan-usdi’s enemies.” “I can not wait. There is a white woman I must take north. Take my place and keep falling back. Wear my hat and hunting-shirt but do not let them see you if you can help it. If they do see you they will think you are Little John. Do not speak.” “But I can shoot?” “Siyu! I feel my medicine is very red,” gloated Bloody Mouth, slipping on the shirt and taking the hat. With this decoy to take his place Sevier sprinted away to pass around the north end of the outlaws’ advance. Occasional shouts and much rifle-fire kept him informed as to the continued success of his deception. Bloody Mouth was retreating, and the few flittering glimpses the horse-thieves caught of him convinced them they all but had Chucky Jack in their power. A crackling among the bushes near by caused Sevier to drop into a hollow and draw his knife. A man in buckskin, evil of face and panting with eagerness to work behind the fugitive and slay from ambush, passed close to the borderer. Only the safety of the Tonpits prevented him from stopping the outlaw. In another five minutes the fugitive knew he was behind the line of searchers. Between him and the trail there could be no menace except as he might encounter a straggler. His return was unimpeded and, cautiously thrusting his head from cover, Sevier beheld two-score horses and five guards. He was surprised at this show of strength, having believed there could not be more than a score of outlaws at the most. A new and daring plan formed in his mind; to rout the guards and run off the animals would be a noble counter-stroke. Without their animals Hajason’s men would feel helpless. He carefully shifted his position, preliminary to covering the guards with his rifle and demanding their surrender, but was interrupted by a commotion in the bush above him. The guards observed it and raised their guns; then they relaxed as Red Hajason and Hester stepped into the trail and slowly walked toward the borderer’s position. Hajason smiled cynically and retorted: “D’ye s’pose I didn’t have brains ’nough to know they was back there? That’s why ye run into me on comin’ back here. We both had the same notion, I reckon. Sevier’s out of the way, bein’ chased toward sundown. His goin’ takes the men out of the way. It gives us a chance to git the major’n his girl an’ light out. Old Tassel’s ag’in war. That means Chucky Jack will have plenty of time to fetch his riflemen down on me. I’ve been lookin’ for it for more’n two years. I’m through with this country. Me for the Creek Nation an’ the money McGillivray will pay for the man an’ woman. Then for New ’Leans. Game’s played out on the Hiwassee. Too many —— settlers crowdin’ in.” “Where do I figger in the money McGillivray pays ye?” curiously asked Hester. “I’ll give ye five hundred dollars.” “——! An’ after me fetchin’ ’em to ye!” “Ye fetched ’em ’cause ye couldn’t handle the game yerself. It was me that risked my neck in goin’ to McGillivray. Then I got to square some of the men.” Hester laughed mockingly. “Ye’ll take these five men, mebbe. An’ after ye strike the creek border they can carry in one eye all ye give ’em. Gimme a thousand an’ we’ll round up the Tonpits, bunch the hosses an’ ride for the Coosa.” “A thousand! Ye’re crazy. After Polcher dips his dirty paws in, what’ll be left for me?” “Polcher?” gasped Hester, rubbing his chin. “Huh! So he’s down there. I don’t reckon I care for to see Mister Polcher. He must feel nasty the way I fetched the Tonpits to ye. An’ he’s sure told McGillivray the trick I played. I “What do I git for the five hundred?” sneered Hajason. “I’ll help round ’em up an’ help run ’em off till we strike the lower towns. I’ve got some good friends there.” Hajason stroked his beard thoughtfully; then he promised— “As soon as we git the man an’ woman on hosses an’ ready to cut an’ run I’ll hand over.” Hester’s visage grew dark with passion, but he feared Hajason and smothered his rage and reluctantly agreed: “Ye drive a fussy bargain. But I’ll agree, providin’ ye can pay me the minute we catch ’em.” Hajason tapped a bulging belt under his hunting-shirt and assured: “I’ve got it with me. Don’t fret any. I’ve been lookin’ for the game to bust up an’ always go loaded. It’s yers once we nail ’em.” “All right,” said Hester, catching a horse and mounting. Red Hajason climbed into a saddle and ordered the guards to take the horses down the trail a mile. “We’ll save time pickin’ ’em up there,” he laughed. “There’ll be some pretty profits out of the nags an’ the saddles,” mused Hester. “S’pose I come in on that?” “S’pose ye don’t, an’ save yer breath,” snarled Red Hajason. “Ye’re lucky I ain’t found no fault for the way ye let them two slip through yer hands while I was gone. I’m a fool to give ye even five hundred.” Hester sighed and rode beside Red Hajason and remarked: “Wal, if ye feel that way ’bout it, I reckon I won’t say nothin’ more. I’ll jest take all ye’ve got.” He had pistoled his man before Sevier could guess what was coming. The borderer raised his rifle; then he lowered it as the five guards sounded a shout of rage and started for After the guards had pounded by his place of concealment Sevier darted across the trail. The rearmost guard happened to glance back and see him. He wheeled about with a yell of warning to his mates, but the four swept on to kill Hester. The cry was answered from the woods, however, and Sevier dived into cover just as the outlaws returned from chasing Bloody Mouth. The borderer had no idea of leading the gang to the ledge, and at once he endeavoured to work north, parallel to the trail. The outlaws pressed him close. He shot one and was instantly engaged by two others. Clubbing his rifle, he knocked one senseless, whereat the second lost all stomach for the fight and fled. The delay permitted others to come up. Dropping his empty gun, he snatched up the rifles belonging to the dead man and his senseless mate and discharged both pointblank at his assailants. They fell back in confusion at this unexpected reception, and the borderer leaped into a thicket armed only with his knives. Frantic cries from the trail, followed by a volley of rifle-fire, checked his flight and turned him back to investigate. As he emerged into the trail a horseman threw up his rifle, only to have it knocked aside by Kirk Jackson. “John Sevier!” he yelled. “John Sevier without his shirt!” Chucky Jack beheld his riflemen scuttling into the woods and out again in the process of running the horse-thieves to cover. On the ground were a dozen dead outlaws and two settlers. Stetson was standing beside his horse, tying a bandage about his arm by using his teeth, the process sadly weakening his emphatic sentiments concerning all “varments.” “We came from the north. We met him,” gravely informed Jackson. “We’d been here sooner, but the men formed a ring and he and I had it out. I found this on him.” And he touched the money-belt strapped outside his hunting-shirt. “It’ll help raise the militia you’re going to need. Now for Red Hajason—and Elsie!” “Hajason is on the ground here somewhere. Elsie and her father are near. Round up the rascals in the bush and I’ll fetch her to you.” “No; I’ll go with you. Stetson is wounded, but he can handle the fighting,” cried Jackson. A shout from Sevier, and Major Tonpit and his daughter descended from their hiding-place. Tonpit was stupefied by the defeat of his schemes and showed neither resentment nor interest in the young people’s public avowal of their shameless preference for each other’s arms. “Creeks fooled. Cherokees quieted for a time at least. Spain blocked. Hajason wiped out,” checked off Sevier as he rode ahead with the despairing major by his side. “Now for Bonnie Kate and the building of the new State.” Escorted by two thousand men in buckskin, the delegates met at Jonesboro on August twenty-third and voted that the people should elect fifteen representatives, who were to write a constitution for the new State and organize its Government. The North Carolina Legislature met in November and repealed the Cessions Act and granted all that had been asked in the Jonesboro petition. But the fifteen representatives proceeded, nevertheless, and created the State of Franklin with John Sevier as governor, thereby constituting one of the most unique chapters in American history. The new State endured for three years, then passed out of existence, to be recreated in time as Tennessee. How Sevier How in his last years he was often visited by John Watts and other chiefs, with whom he had fought, and how they partook of his hospitality and profited by his kind advice, rounds out a career seldom, if ever, equalled in all border chronicles. THE END THE COUNTRY LIFE PRESS GARDEN CITY, N. Y. Transcriber’s note Silently corrected typographical errors and inconsistencies; retained non-standard spelling. ******* This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will be renamed. 1.F. 1.F.3. 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