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CHAPTER IV.
RUNNING TEE GANTLET.

“ EVERY man to his post.” g

It was the clear and commanding voice of
the Unknown Scout that gave the order, and
the effect upon the pioneers was electrical,
while they felt that in him they had a leader
who fully understood the cunning of the
Indians, and whose bravery was upon every
tongue on the frontier.

True, strange stories were told of the re-
markable man, and the Indians, and a few
bordermen, held the superstitious idea that he
was leagued with the Evil One, for, around
his whole life hung a mystery, the curtain of
which none could raise.

Frequently he had aided frontiersmen and
also wagon-trains moving through the Indian
country, and also had given warning to settle-
ments of the coming of the red—skin and the
Branded Brotherhood; but that he was looked
upon by the military with some suspicion—
was known to be on intimate terms with many
Indian warriors, and had often been seen in
close vicinity to the stronghold of Ricardo and
his cruel band, were acknowledged facts.

Still, the emigrants were glad that Deadly-
Eye was with them, and his having just rescued
from captivity two of their train, caused them
to look most kindly upon him. ,

“Scout, you are well accustomed to scenes
like this one about to be forced upon us, and I
would have you take command,” cried Major
Conrad, advancing quickly to the side of the
Unknown Scout, who glanced out upon the
prairie toward the coming Indians, as he
replied:

‘ “ Fortunately the train is in corral, sir, and
the men are ready for a light. I would advise
that the women and children be placed under
cover of the river-bank yonder, and the ravine
will also protect the horses and cattle, while,
with the wagons for a breastwork, the men can
hold out splendidly.”

This advice was acted upon, and in a few
moments the camp was ready for action.

Stationing himself upon the outer edge of
the line of wagons, Deadly-Eye was seen to
suddenly raise his repeating rifle; a quick aim,

 

 

 

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With his terrible war-cries, and a revolver in each hand, he charged directly upon the astonished savages.

DEADLY-EYE, THEO UNKNOWN SCOUT;
The Branded Brotherhood.

 

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(Hon. W'm. F. Cody,) the Celebrated Scout, Guide, and Hunter-Author.

 

a shot, and a painted warrior fell from his
home, and the yell of exultation from the
emigrants was answered by a series of wild
war-whoops from the infuriated Indians.

“Now, Major Conrad, you see that I knew
yonder renegade guide well, for he is doubtless
the leader of the approaching band of red-skins,
and was guiding you into a trap,” said the
Unknown Scout.

“We have much to thank you for, sir; but
the Indians have halted.”

“Yes, they are too wary to charge these
lines in the daytime, and—”

“And what, sir?” asked Major Conrad, as
the Scout paused thoughtfully.

"And by nightfall I can bring relief, for
not many miles from here isa band of Pawnees
hunting buffalo.”

“But, sir, you can never escape from'here,
for see, the Indians are beginning to surround
us, and two separate parties are swimming the
river.”

The Unknown Scout took in the scene at
once, and then said quietly.

“You must hold the red devils at bay. Mind,
act only on the defensive, and I will run the
gantlet of their fire, and bring what relief I
can.”

A shrill whistle followed, and the steed of
Deadly-Eye trotted up to his master, and stood
ready for his command.

Remonstrance with the Scout was useless,
for after another warning to all, he sprung
into his saddle and rode doWn to the river.

A word of encouragement to Prairie Gull,
and the noble animal bounded into the clear
waters, and was soon swimming bravely
toward the other shore, f0110wed by the eyes
of all the emigrants, who were waiting God
speed to the daring man periling his life to
aid them.

Ere half the river was crossed the Indians
discovered the Scout, and with discordant yells
the two parties, one up and the other down
the stream, rushed to cut him off ere he could
escape.

The Soout observed their intention but kept
bravely on, urging his horse however to swim
still faster.

 

 

Leading one of these parties who were rush-
ing toward the point where the Scout was to
land, was the traitor guide, Red Dick, who
now seemed to feel assured that his revenge
would be satiated, for he urged his large roan
forward at a tremendous pace, quickly shoot-
ing ahead of the inferior horses ridden by the
red-skins.

Soon the Scout reached the other shore, and
dismounting, the horse shook himself like a huge
Newfoundland dog.

Then the girths were tightened, and the
holster pistols returned to their places; after
which the Scout mounted as coolly as though
almost certain death did not stare him in the
face.

The deadly rifle was raised, and with quick
aim fired in the direction of the band furthest
off. A red brave threw up his arms and fell
from his steed, to be trampled upon by those
behind.

Again the rifle rung out, and the large roan
ridden by Red Dick was seen to stagger, stum-
ble, and then go heavily down, hurling his
giant rider with terrible force upon the ground.

From the lips of Deadly-Eye then broke
forth his wild and blood—stirring war-whoop
of defiance, and away bounded Prairie Gull,
keeping an equal distance between the two
lines rushing furiously upon him and hardly
more than two hundred yards distant.

“On, on my good steed, for you have a
brave duty to perform, and the bright eyes of
beauty are upon you,” cried Deadly-Eye as he
turned in his saddle and glanced back toward
the camp. Seeing this action the pioneers gave
him three hearty cheers, which the Indians
answered with their discordant yells.

“ But, what is the daring rider going to do?
Has his courage failed him? Is he mad .7"

Such were the hurried questions that burst
from the astonished emigrants’ lips, as they
saw Deadly-Eye suddenly come to a halt, and
coolly gaze first upon one side and then upon
the other.

In surprise, also, the Indians saw him halt,
and their superstitious minds were impressed
with the idea that he was laughing at their
ei’l’Orts to take him, and intended to escape by

some supernatural means unknown to them,
for, often before had they known him to
elude them when in their very grasp.

With their leader dismounted, and apparent-
ly hurt, for Red Dick was seated beside his
dead horse, the Indians hardly knew what to
do, and as they drew nearer and nearer to the
mysterious Scout, they gradually checked the
speed of their horses, until the smaller party,
consisting of a dozen braves, came to a halt,
and with wondering eyes and wild gestures,
seemed to be holding a council of war.

This was what Deadly-Eye had doubtless
expected, for, as soon as the squadron halted,
he wheeled Prairie Gull directly toward them,
and with the air ringing and echoing with his
terrible war-cries, and a revolver in each
hand, charged directly upon the astonished
savages, and added to their consternation by
opening a brisk and telling flre upon them,
which proving fatal in several instances with
horses and riders, the frightened braves turned
and fled, and with the speed of an arrow the
Unknown Scout rushed on toward the open
prairie, having safely run the terrible gant-
let.

Then, as the emigrants looked with eager
eyes, they beheld the cause of the sudden
movement of Deadly-Eye, for directly in his
former path arose the forms of a dozen paint~
ed warriors, doubtless of the same band, and
who were hiding in a shallow gulch and
would have sprung up in the pathway of the
Scout, had not his quick eye detected the
plumed head of some brave too eager to catch
his prey to keep wholly concealed.

Long watched the emigrants the flying
Prairie Gull, and they saw with pleasure that
the Indians quickly gave up the chase, for the
famous steed of the Scout left them rapidly
behind, and in an hour appeared as a mere
speck upon the prairie.

 

CHAPTER V.
THE HUNTER‘S CABIN HOME.
FAR from the home of his kindred, far from
the home of any of his race, and in the wilds
where the red«man roamed without restraint,

 

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Three years before the opening scenes of
this story, Alfred Carter had squatted upon
the banks of the Republican river, and with
the aid of only his brave wife and pretty
daughter, Rose, and his young son, Edgar, he
had built a stout and comfortable cabin, half
fort, half house.

The prairies around him furnished food for
his small family, and his cattle roamed near
at hand until the shades of evening caused
them to be housed for safety.

A quiet, sad~looking man, ever generous and
peaceable, Alfred Carter had no enemies, and
even the Sioux were friendly to him, although
at war with the whites, for the settler had of-
ten fed them from his table, and when their
great chief was severely wounded and would
have died for want of care, Alfred Carter had
nursed him back to life, and forever won his
friendship.

Seated in the cabin door, upon the day that
the Unknown Scout ran the gantlet of the
band of Sioux warriors, was a maiden of
eighteen, with large velvety eyes, a dark com-
plexion, and long waving black hair.

The maiden was Rose Carter. She was en-
gaged in knitting a pair of cotton socks for
her father, for she was a true frontier girl,
ever industrious and brave.

Presently a shadow fell upon her, and
glancing up, Rose beheld beside her an Indian
maiden of sixteen, a beautiful child of the for-
est, with a graceful, slender form, clothed in
a handsome suit of bead-wrought buck-skin,
and with a crown of richly-colored feathers
upon her head.

“Who are you, girl, and what can I do for

you?" said Rose, softly, struck with the great
beauty and grace of the Indian maiden.
“I am the Red Bud of the Forest, the child
of the mighty Pawnee chief, and I have come
from my village beyond the prairie to tell the
pale-face maiden to beware of the false tongue
of the pale-face brave with eyes like the
skies, for he would lead her from her happy
home.”

“Of whom do you speak, Red Bud of the
Forest?” said the mystified Rose.

 

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