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Hawkeye Harry,
THE YOUNG TRAPPER RANGER.

BY OLL COOMES,
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CHAPTER I.
EAWKEYE HARRY.

THE geographical formation of the.th
of our country lying between the '
and Missouri rivers, and south of the forty
degree of north latitude, now com : g th-
State of Iowa, furnishes a vast field to:- the pan
of the romancer. Though devoid of  m
ery and wild moun'uinous rugs . 1t pup
sents a. romantic picturesquenese whlch ban
of the Creator has modified to a degree well ml-
oulated to awaken enthusiastic admiration.

Grand prairies roll away in billowy undula-
tions from the background of the land-oops.
These are diversified by meandering rim M
find an outlet in the Mumsm’ ’ 'p i or '
many of them flowing throng long 7'1...

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west was once the

araxlise of the red-man...
There he lived in all ‘

is characteristic laziness
and savage glox. Then the woods abounded
with game and e rivers and lakes with fish,
and he took them without fear or contention.
But, at last, the crack of the white man’s rifle
awoke him from his dreams of savage bliss and
aroused him to action; All the jealousy of his
nature was excited. Grasping his tomahawk
and scalping-knife, he went forth to meet the
intruders who had come to hunt and traprupon
his grounds.

From that time dark shadows went flitting
through the woods or stealing over the plains
like spirits of evil. Theair was rife with the
Bresence of death, but, despite its peril, the bold

miter and hardy pioneer pressed forward to
contend with the red-man, and plant the seed
of civilization. ‘

Our story 0 us when the settlers had gained
a firm footho d in the eastern portion of the
territory, and man daring trappers had pene-
trated to the very cart of the “Indian coun-

trW’ ,

ith two of those fearless men our story
«fiddly deals.

I was in October, and the day was near its
a ose.

Down in a little valley on the banks of a pur-
ling stream that found its way into the crystal
waters of Lake Boyer stood a curious-looking
structure built entire y of stone, and in the
form of a cone. It was small, but firmly con-
structed, showing the unmistakable handiwork
of the white man. A door in the side looked
down the valley, audits sides were pierced by
numerous loop- oles., .

. The location was well select9d for this rude
trapper-home, the valley being inclosed b high,
ruggoed blufl's, whose face was covar With
clus ring parasites and prickly ash. It could
be entered y one course only, and that was by
followin up the little stream which found its
source _ thin the valley, and was fed by numec

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On he y and hour in question the figure of
one of the occuplantn of that conical structure
iuued from wit in, and, pausing 'ust without,
swept the valley and hills aroun 'him with an
ea e—like glance.

e was a youth, probably in his eighteenth
Leger. His form was not overly large for one of

age, but perfectly developed in all the attri-
butes of manhood. His broad shoulders, deep
chest and muscular limbs denoted strength
and the quick glance of the eye and the case an
grace of movement were indicative of sup le—
ness and activit ; and all these, taken to t or,
were proofs of 'gh health and vigor. is face
wore an expression of great firmness and deci-
sim. It was handsome, but bronzed to the hue
of an Indian’s by e to sun and wind.

He was dressed in a complete suit of buck-
skin, with the exception of his cap. This was a
decidedly odd aflair, made of the feathered skin
of a gray hawk. ‘

From this novol cap, and the remarkable
keenness of his vision, Harry Houston, the

oung trap r and ran er, had been styled

‘Hawkeye y ” by s friends.

He was armed with a rifle, knife and toma—
hawk, and, ashe was in the midst of an enemy’s
great precaution to guard

the cunning foe; hence his
careful survey of t e valley and bluffs around
him on issuing from the conical hut.

“ How is ’t, Hawkoye'!” called a voice from
within, when the youth had scanned the sur-

' ‘ see any red-skins hanging

“ No”re 'ed the youno trapper; “it’s not
likely; they’ let themselveszbe seer. if they were

“In course they’d kee hid, if they could,”
returned his companion; ‘but I’ve known ’em
eyes 0’ yiougn to see a red-skin thro’ a Ben-foot
an —

“ old on, old friend, you’re going is ex-

,’ said Hawks e Harry; am as
'e to spare, I believe I’ll run down to
mafia? 1003; after thektraps.” ' d

f e 0 Hari- ee ereyesskmne ,

y ’ y, ylieve thar’s_red-
rin’ arter our skulpsn Old Optic is

no pony in sich matters.” _r
‘ All right. Optic, I’ll. take your adVioe,”
d throwing his rifle across his

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abouthim. Hewould have dgne thisfiv’ithout
some for few were better posted
 Indian ouniw than the

woodsman, and throu h force of habit,
precaution had become socon nature to him.
He soon reached an o n plateau where the
little creek debouched rom the valley. Here
he left the stream, and crossing the opening
plunged into the deep woods beyond. A few
minutes’ walk now brou ht him to the lake,
around whose shore be ad set a number of

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aving made certain that no lurking ene-
mies were about, either upon the bosom of the
lake or in the woods, he began a careful exami-

Young

found contained an otter. Securing the animal,
he reset the trap and moved on to the second.
But here he met with a dkappointment. The
trap was sprung and shaved signs of havin
contained an otter, but it was Tone. He woul
have thought no more about i than that the
animal had escaped had he not made another
discove . Human tracks were in the sand upon
the bees , and it required but a single glance to
tell him that they were made by the moccasined
feet of an Indian. ,

“By George!” he exclaimed, “Old Optic is

right. The red—skins are around, darn their
thieving pictures! And now I might as well
pack myutraps to the Cone and turn my atten-
tion to dian-hunting and red sealps. But I’ll
see where these tracks lead to, first.”
Droslping his rifle in the hollow of his left
arm e youth followed the im rints around
the lake 3 ore. They led him to he third trap,
which he saw had been robbed also. But here
the red robber had quit the lake shore, and
turned 01! into the woods. The young trap-
per followed his trail, and, to his surprise soon
discovered that the thief had been joined bya
number of other Indians.

Hawkege Harry followed on. The trail was
broad an plain, and he was thereby enabled to
move quite rapidly. But the shadows of even-
mg were be ' ning to gather over the forest
and it woul not be long before darkness would
conceal the trail. However, as it was fresh, he
had hopes of overhauling the party before dark-
ness set in. ‘

The main object of his pursuit was to ascer-
tain whether téietsava as were b: mar Olt‘) ?h;elfir
ing-pa ,an ow at tri to cop .
ny gailntgig this information he wguld be en-
a led to 'udge of the magnitude of the den er

and trou Is to which he and his old friend p-
tic would be exposed.
With ever faculty on the alert, he ressed

forward, an just as the sun was going own he
was brought to a sudden halt by sight of a
thin, white wreath of smoke floatin up from
£11.13) tree—tops a short distance in vance of

He at once concluded that the Indians he was
following had halted for the night, and that the
smoke was rising; from their campfire. So,
leaving the trail, e began a careful reconnois-
sauce of the place where he sup ed the en-
cam merit to be. But to his surprise he found
neit er Indians nor fire.

Then he thought he might have been mistaken
in the smoke; but, upon a more careful survey
of the surroundings, he saw that he had not
been deceived.

Above the top of the very tree—a giant bass-
wood—under which he was standing, he saw
thin wreaths of smoke rising upward and drift—
infi away in the breeze. _ . .

ut rom whence did it originate? There
was no sign of fire about. The tree showed no
break in the surface of. its bark for fully fifty
feet above where the first limbs ut out. There
was nothing sus icious about t 9 tree, yet it
was a myster w ere the smoke came from.

Near b , a ittle creek went ripplingr over its
stony be , and poured its waters into he Boyer
river a few rods away; and while H stood
pondering over the mystery of the smoke, his
practiced ear caught the sound of swashing wa-
ter—a. sound that was not natural, and that
broke suddenly and harshly upon his ear. '

The sound emanated from water flowing be-
low where he stood! Glancing around he was
not a little startled by seeing a black object
heave upward in the center of the creek by some
unknown power!

At that point the creek was over ten feet
wide and scarce y two inches. in depth. A few
feet lowerdo the water rushed over a '
of rapids, the act of which was some fifteen
feet below! the surface of the stream above the

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of little of that superstition so characteristic 0!
border—men, and was on the point of advancing
to examine the strange o ject more closely
when a new sight caused him to start back mm"
the shadows, with sudden alarm. 4

CHAPTER II.
' MORE MYSTERIEB. _
IT was a strange fearful object—some livmg
creature—a. black, hair mass, that arose from
the Very bed of the cree .
Was it a human or was it a beast? was it

 

either? the youngetrap er asked himself : but '

the next instant, fore 0 could arrive at any
definite decision, -he was startled by a low
scream, like that of a panther. The sound came
from the dense thicket on the o posits side of
the stream2 not over three ro away, and
clutching his rifle in a grasp, he turned his
eyes upon the thicket, expecting to see, the
next moment, a panther come bounding from
its covert towart him. But he was happily
disappointed. No beast made its appearance,
nor was the scream repeated.

Slowly his head was turned, and his eyes
again sought for that fearful form that he had
seen rise from the bed of the stream ' but, to his

.rise, it was gone] Even the black object
which had at first made its appearance, ha
vanished as mysteriously as it ad come, and
the water was ri pling as smoothly on as when
he had first gazeg upon its bosom.

Harry, considerably mystified by what he
had seen and heard, resolved to know what it
all meant. For the first time, he had witnessed
that for which he could not account. Without
the slightest fear he pushed out from his covert
and waded into the stream.

As before stated, the water was not over two
inches in de th, and being clear as cr stal, he
was enable to see every pebble in t e stony
bottom, despite the gathering shadows. But,
on reachin the point where the mysterious
creature ha arisen, he was surprised to find the
bed of the creek of solid rock and gravel. There
was no sign of "an o ning in the bottom. All
that he did see was t at the gravel and sand had
been disturbed. _

Approaching darkness preVented further in-
vestigations, and, regaining his covert on the
shore, be resolved to wait a while longer, in
hopes of receiving some adequate explanation
of the mystcr that had baffled him.

Soon after ark the moon came up, and as the
shrubbery on the east side of the creek was quite.
low and sparse its soft beams fell upon the rippl-
ing waters of the stream, and enabled the can
tra per to watch closely that point whi'c ha
so deeply arrested his attention before night.

As the hours were on, a deep silence came
over the woodland, that was un leasaiit to the
watcher. Such a. silence was no natural in the
forest, at that time. To one versed in wood-
craft and nature’s voice, it boded danger. _ Not
the chirrup of a cricket, the hum of an insect
nor the rustle of a leaf could be heard; and even

the ri ple of the little stream seemed toned
down‘ a sad murmur. ‘
With every faculty on the alert, Harry

waited and watched. ,

The minutes dragged by on leaden.feet.

Then to the ear of the youn trapper came a
plash, lash in the water in t e stream, above
where e sat.

The sound was produced by some one or some-
thin wading in the bed of the creek. With
stea y eye he watched for the a proach’of the
unknown. ' '

' He soon came—a tall, powerful Indian war-
rior, naked to the loin-cloth, with lumed head,
and face and breast streaked an ringed witl'

war-paint, until he appeared the demon oi-

hideousness. ‘

He clutched a to ahawk in one hand, and
was moving in an a titude and manner that de-
noted extreme caution.

'Hawkeye Harry knew he was'an enemy to be
feared yet he could not help admirgzif his tall,
pofigl'ul forntieafid hanglsome propc:5m 032;! I

u 0 posi arry e sav e am
bent his head-n the attitude ollfiistemp
something went whirring through the air and
struck the savage upon e tufted head.‘ With
a wail he staggered forward, and fell full 1 h
inthe water, where he lay s ' in he
agonies of .death for several monen

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and by a sort of hood, and avail of long, yellow
hair hung down over the face.

Approaching the rostrate body of the sav-
age, the cree ing bent over it. Then
from the fol s of the blanketa pair of hands
were put out. One of them seized the sava e
b the scalp-lock, and the other, which he] a

earning knife, described a circle about the
dead warrior’s head. , ,

Then the figure stood erect. In one hand it
:held a rocking scalp, and in the other the 'lit—
'tering blade unstained with blood, so quick ad
the fearful deed been done.

For a moment the mysterious slayer stood
motionless, regarding his ghastly trophy, ap-
parently, with-the dee est admiration.

In the moonbeams 10 appeared a. frigiitfail

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vailed ace and shrouded form.

Who was he? From whence came he?

Searcer had these questions taken form,
when the unknown flflifire spurned the dead body
of the savage with ' foot, and then turning
and going a few paces, down the creek, he
stopped and exclaimed aloud:

‘ Another Sioux scalp for the Unknown! Oh,
food of vengeance 1” '

Hawkeye Harry started. That voice sounded
strangely familiar to him. He would have
sworn it was that of his friend Old Optic. But,
if it was not his, the remarkable similarity of
:oioes was a stran e coincidence indeed.

For some time arry remained undecided as
to how he should act. and before he could arrive

’ at any definite conqusion, he saw fully a score

of Indian warriors leap--from the very air it
seemed—in a circle around the Unknown! A
war-whoop awoke the awful silence of the
womb as twenty tomahawks were raised aloft
in the air to strike the vailed avenger down.

“Twenty to one are too many,” said Hawk-
eye Harry, to himself, all the courage of his
heart amused, and raising his rifle, he glanced
quickly along the barrel and fired.

A sava e fell dead, and simultaneous with
his fall, rry saw the Unknown avenger sink
down—swallowed up in the creek from mortal
view; he heard the rush and rear of waters
around him, and terror-stricken by the shot
from behind. and the sudden disappearance of
the Unkno he saw the savages shrink back
——turn and glide into the friendly shelter of their
native haunts, - , ,

For several moments Harry remained mo-
tionless, ponderin over the mysteries of the
wild drama he had; just seen enacted within the
little creek; then, as his eyes wandered baul<_to
the slain savage in the water, it reminded him
of the fact that the Indians Would soon recover
from their fear and terror, and return in search
of him who had fired the shot. So, slinging his
rifle over his shoulder, by means of a strap at-
tached to it for that purpose, he drew his hunt-
ing-knife, and glidinnr from his covert, Set off
On his return to the one. ,

It was not his intention to pursue the course
back that he had come, but to endeavor to
reach the Cone by a nearer route. . He was well

: acquainted with the topography of the country

thereabouts, and having shaped his course, he
ressed forward at a rapid pace. But, despite
is eagerness and haste, is mind went back to
the scenes he had witneSSed a few minutes pre-
vious. And somehow or other, he could not
dielp confounding the voice of the veiled Un-
known with that of his friend Old Optic; '

“If Old Optic has had anything to do With
what I have seen to-nigh't,” mused our hero, “ the
fact will be confirmed by his absence from the
Cone when I reach there. But if he'has any
secrets—why I’ll open ’em!”

To avoid a wide detour he resolved to cross a
deep chasm known among the hunters and
trapper-s as the Black-Gor  This the young
trapper had often accom shed, yet at a great
risk, for he had to swing imself down the face
of one cliff and up the other, by means of the

amites that grew thereon. But he never

frail .
"hesitefted, in the face of su'ch dangers, and at
. once pushed on toward the gorge.

In a moment he stood upon its brink. He

' stopped and listened. That ominous silence still

hung over the forest and only the faint roar of
water down in the deep rift could be heard. '- To
reach a. int where the cliffs were less high, he
moved ang up the r 0. His attention was
‘mgted b what he never noticed before.

. A tree . been uprooted and was  across

the'ab . nning it'fromcliflto'c ‘
S's’ paint the gorFe was some fifty feet

thirty 11 width. On the op-
chasm, near where-the tree

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the cliff, to court the inviting freedom of the
o .ning. A single branch of this tree was
t ust outward, and drooping downward, its
foliage touched the fallen 0g near the middle
of that part spanning the abyss, thus complete-
lyigcreeimig from view the opposite end and the
c .

Here seemed to Harry a streak of luck, for
the rude bridge would enable him to cross
without goin further out of the way.

Arranging is rifle firmly at his back so that
he could use both arms freely in maintainingr
an easy balance, in cros<ing the log, he stepped
upon it and began moving slowly across.

The moon shone full on him, and for down
into the black mouth of the gorge, into which a
sin r1o misstep, the crumbling of a piece of bark
um or his feet, or even a side *lanco would pre-
ci itate him to a certain deat .

he youngr ranger could feel the swaying of
the log under his weight and the vibration of
each footfall- but wit 1 firm stop he felt his way
onward, and soon reached the foliage of the
elm that hung down over the log. This be
carefully pushed aside and passed beyond.

But at that instant he came to a sudden halt.
A low cry escaped his lips. There, before him,
on the center of the 19 r, over the fearful depths
of the abyss he found iimself face to face with
a powerful Indian warrior—a deadly fool

CHAPTER III.
- THE BAfr'rLE IN THE AIR.

HAWKEYE HARRY was taken by surprise—
the drooping foliage of the elm having conceal-
ed the savage from his view until he had drawn
_ And the red-skin seemed as
Ereatly surprised, for it was quite evident that

we knew nothing of the young ranger‘s )resence
until the curtain of foliage was put aside.

Retreat, however was impossible for either
of the two naturn enemies. They could not
walk backward, nor could they turn about on
the narrow log. Even had such a thin been
possible, it was not probable that either 0 them
would have done. so, for such foes never shrink
nor turn from each other. That would have
been a mark of cowardice and fear.

They stood glaring at (arch other, motionless
its statues—like maddened beasts preparing to
ea .
lgach, with a quick glance, measured the pro-
portion ,of the other, and a triumphant smile
swept over the paint-bedaubed face of the sav-
age, when he had comprehended how inferior
was the young pale-face to himself. By his size
had the warrior measured the young foe‘s
strength and courage.

Hawkeye Harry well knew that he had a ter-
rible enemy to deal with, tmd that his salvation
lay in one desperate stroke. So he watxrhcd the
warrior. He saw his right hand slowly and
mechanically moving toward his girdle, where
his seal )ing-‘knife was sheathed. IVot a moment
was to lost. ,

Quick as a flash of lightning, Harry ermit—
ted his feet to slip a rt, and dropped imself
ustride of the log, loc ing his feet on the under
side of the log. No sinner had he done this than
the save e warrior followed his example and
dro pod rimself astride of the log.

ey were now seated upon the fallen tree
ovler the abyss within an arm’s length of each
ot 161‘.

\Vithout waiting to draw his knife, Hawkeye
Harry drove his clenched fist into the red-skin’s
face with such force as to make him ell with

ain and rage, as he drew his knife an made a

es rate pass at his young adversary; but he
be reckoned without his host. With great
presence of mind, Harry caught the descending
arm with his left hand, while, with his right, he
dealt the savage. a blow in the stomach that
caused him to ‘op his knife in the abyss; but,
quick as lightning, he reached forward and they
gr each other in a deadly embrace. ,

V at a struggle for life ensued there ‘over the
awful depths of the Black Gor l

The slender log swayed andmoreaked beneath
their struggling forms, threatening to snap in
twain and url both combatants down into the
blackness, fifty feet below.

To and fro the swayed—striking, st lin
and writhing 1i e serpents. Still they ep
their legs clasped about the log like bands of
steel, but at last they lost their e uilibrium and
turned completely over the log! eir
was now indeed. perilous. With their t lock-
ing over the top of the 10 and their bodies
dangling below, they. strugg ed and fought on
more desperate] than before.

Under any ot r circumstances it would have

required a superhuman. strength and courage to

have maintained even for a brief time the awhll

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gosition, without conten with a too; but
as oration lent them stre

e savage succeeded in entwining his muscu-
lar arms around the form of our hero, and then
made a desperate effort to crush the life from
the youn body. But the youth had managed
to seize t e warrior by the seal lock, and was
thereb enabled to thrust his end backward
until t e crown touched between the shoulders.

Half-strangled, the red-skin loosened his hold
upon the outh’s body, and becoming dizzy and
faint, wi h a determined effort to dra the
youth 'down into the abyss with him, he 0 utch-
ed the lad with both hands b the throat, as his
feet slipped apart; but mm c to maintain the
hold upon the throat, with a wild, des airin
shriek, that echoed in rolon ed walls roug
the gorge, the doome< wretc went whirm'ng
down into the fearful ab 85.
, The young ran or he won the victory; he
was free but stll hanging“ head downward
over the black gulf. And now he realizedhil
true peril, for he was far from being saved: his
hmbs Were gmme weak, and his head dizz
with the rush of 100d to the brain. He a
tempted to draw himself up and to grasp the
log Withhis hands, but the attempt proved a
failure. ,

Then he feels a vibratory shock of the log.
Great heavens! It is produced b ' a footstep,
and, no doubt, that of another In anl ‘He sees
adark form upon the log outlined against the
sky. He fixed his glarin r eyes upon it! .

Blessed sight! It was t 0 form of Old Optic!

“ Hold on to it, bpyee, I’ll he’p," cried the old
tra per.

e next instant, brave Harry was assisted
from his awful position—saved ! '

“That war a ticklish
the old tr per as he asxnsted the youth along
the log to t e cliff.

“Yes,” responded the 'oun

‘ «and
but for 'our timely arriva, I s ould Eve gono,

down a ter the savage.
here Optic?” .

“That very In un war nosin’ around the Cone
arter ye left. an I took a notion to his skulp,
and trailed him here just in time to see him
start fur the di gin’s below."

Despite his la e excitement, Hawkeye Harry’s
mind reverted to the unknown ave er, whose
voice so closely resembled that of 1d Optic.
He would have questioned the old trapper fur-
ther, but the appearance of half a doan shad-
owy as on the opposite side cf the gor
sugges d the idea 0 a hasty retreat to tfi:
Gone; and not until they were safe within its

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walls, and the door barred, did they engage

in further conversation.

Hawkeye Harry now gave a brief account of
his ni ht’s adventures, in the meantime watch.-
ing c osely the expression of the old tra ’fi
face; yet the youth said nothing of the aim lar-
ity in his friend’s voice to that of the Unknown.

“By snakes!” exclaimed the old tra per,
when the '011th had finished his story; “ aunt‘s
curious. ’e’ll have to investigate the matter
some 0’ these (in 's.” -

“ To-morrow,’ returned the 01111 ranger,
“I shall make a scout far beyon the g prai-
rice to see how far these Indian devils are go-
ing. You know I promised the settlers over on
the Raccoon that would Watch the Indians,
gnc‘liwarnthem if they were likely to be trou-

le .9, -

“Yas, Hawkeye,” added the old trapper,
“we’ve ot to look sharp. The varmints are
thick an mean deviltr . If you take to tho
perairy, I’ll look thro’ e timmer north 0’ us.”

“Very well. I shall be off by sunrise. I
will take my horse, so that in case I find the
rods are going toward the Ilaccbon settlement,
I’ll try and beat them there.”

“ That’s you, lad, that‘s you i” rcsponded Old
optic; “and now, if we mean to work to-mor—
ry, we’d betterturn into bunk, fur the night’s
well spent.” .

After some preparation for the morrow the
two sought their couches and were soon as eep
trusting their safet to a faithful old hounci
that slept near the oor on the outside of tho
Cone, and whose ' tinct was never at fault.

, With the first streaks .'of the dawn the tvn
were astir, and when their rude breakfast was
cookedand eaten. their weapons cleaned and
lished, Hawkeye Harry Went outside of the
ne an placing a small bone whistle to his

1i , he blew two or three shrill notes upon it.
response to the call, a spirited brown horse
acrossofthem'us andme
stock—came galloping own the valley from
among the shrubbery, where it had been gru-

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outh, vaulting onto its back, without
saddle or rldle.

“’Take care of yourself, old friend,” Harry
called to Old Optic; then, speakin to his horse,
he was ofl.’ like an arrow, dashing own the val-

le .

$ut, scarcely was be out of sight of the Cone,
when the figure of an Indian, whose gaudy
headvgear and flashing ornaments bespoke dis
tinction, emer ed from t e shadows of a clump
oi.’ elders bird?) and ap roached the hut.

At the door e was met by Old 0 tic, who
received him with kindness and man' est plea-
sure, and ushered him into the Cone.

CHAPTER IV.
THE PRAIRIE TRADERS.

THERE is a. sublime ndeur in the great
prairies of the N qrth-wes that inspires one with
a feeling akin to that roduced by gazing ugtlm

et there is a material 'f-
l'erence in the impression left upon the mind b
sight of the ocean and prairie. The sailor w'
become so we med to the one that after
awhile it fails to awaken more than a passing
interest within his breast; but familiarity never
lessens -the majestic grandeur of the rairie to
the rover of the plain. This may al be from
the coth changes that the eternal rounds of
the seasons bring upon the silent, voiceless
wavos of the prairie ocean, and relieves it of
that monotonous sameness Which is forever on
the taco of the watery deep.. Yet, at no season
is there more romantic beauty, tranquil repose
and inspiring grandeur than in autumn, when
lndian summer has thrown her mist vail over
the landscape—when the air is de icious with
balmy fragrance, and the plain seems to melt
away in the distance like the visions of a
dream. .

The day was near its close—one of those
balmy October days.

A youthful horseman galloping westward
over one of those prairie wastes, su denly drew
rein upon the crest of a entlc swoll, and swept
the plain around him wi h a use as nick and
interrogativo as that of a haw . His ace then
Lit up witha glow of admiration ashe feasted his
dark-gray eYes upon the great expanse that
rolled away in its gorgeous coating of brown
and emerald. ' ,

Hawkcyc Harry had seen that Jain before,
but chu' had it appeared so gran as upon this
autumnal evening.

The crest of each wave or undulation seemed
gilded with burnished gold as the red beams of
the setting sun streamed across it; while sha-
dows of somber gray were gathering in the val-
le s and lengthening over the plain.

. he great expanse was bounded non three
sides b the blue horizon, and upon t e fourth
b the ark belt of timber bordering u n the
Egyer lake and river. It was divers fled b
small str ,that wound like silver threats
across its osom, and here and there it was
dotted with small niottes of timber—islands in
that. mighty sea of verdure.

Toward one of these mottes Hawkeye Harry
turned his animal’s head, and rode at a lopmg

allo . . ‘

g Thgugli'no livinfiaobject was visible, he knew
he was in an In n country consequently he
permit his vigilance relax. e
a preached the little clum of trees, be checked
tile speed of his horse to ct the surround-
in . of the grove before venturing into it.

he shrill neigh of a horso coming from the
depths of the grove startled him, and he drew
rem and listened.

He could hear nothing more, but, above the
tree-tops from the center of the motte, he saw a
thindco man of smoke slowly drifting heaven-
war . .

Someone was in the grove and a person un-
accustomed to the signs and dangers of the prai-
rie would have hesitated about advancing. But
not so with Hawks 0 Harry. He knew at once
there were no In as in the grove but some
one who was ignorant of the ubliclty he, or
their ocation.

 

the he were maki o
Allyt’ he p(Ii-dad ' that co am of bluepmoke,
and riding. to . he soon entered the grove.

He was nqta little surprised to see six White
men, seated around a campfire, smoking and
cm, ' with as little concern as though they
wares, muesli-onianlndianl In the

, stood} covered wagon. In White
tilt was drawn down in, front and behind, and
. . listened, thus making it impossi—

ble for our rote see whatitcontained.

anumherofhorses were, change
that‘ tintwhiohwswillboatdown the river to St.

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hero ‘drew rein before them,.‘*who have we
here?’

Ha , with a merry sparkle of the eyes.

“ ell, my youngetreebooter, you surely have
some name infiic 'd upon you?” said the
stran er.

“ on can call me Harry—”

“ Hawkeye Harry?” interrupted the man.

“ If you ike,” responded the own ranger.

“Sal-re! Comrades, we’re in uck, exclaimed
the man, tuming to his friends; “this is the
very scout that we’ve come over a: day’s jour-
ne out of the way to find.”

‘Good I" ejaculated his companion.

“ And I reckon it would be all right if I’d ask
your name, wouldn’t it?” inquired our hero.

“Certainly ” replied the man; “ my name is
Henri Roche.”

“That sounds a little Frenchy,” sazivl Harry,
with a smile.

“You are good at Judging one’svnntionality
by his name,” returne Roche.

“ I’m sure you speak the white manl‘s‘ language
pat enough.” .

The strangers laughed at this remark“.

“ I am a Frenchman only by birth,” Roche
finally returned. “I was raised in America
amon Americans, and know nothing of the
Frenc l tongge; but will you not dismount? I
would like speak with you about the‘eountry,
for I have learned that you can give the infor—
mation we desire in regard to it. ”

Henri Roche was a tall, powerful-built man,
witha complexion as swarthy as a Mexican’s.
His eyes were black, sharp and brilliant. His
hair was long—sweeping his shoulders—and,
like the heavy mustache that shaded a some-
what coarse or sensual mouth, was black as the
raven’s wing. He was dressed in a suit of gra
cloth, high-top )ed boots, and a low—crowne ,
wide—brimmed at. A handsome belt, bristlin
with knives and pistols, girded his waist, an
altogether, in his complexmn, his features and
dress, there was about him the air and general
ap )earance of a Spanish Creole of the South.

is companions were dressed in a half-civil—
ized, halfsavage garb, and from appearances
the oung ran or would have pronounced them
borgermen. at, from their presmice there
under the circumstances, the tilted wagon, and
the look of anxious suspense upon their bearded
faces, and the strange light in their flashing
6 es Hawkeye Harry was inclined to doubt
t e honesty of their sojourning unmoiested
through the country.

He was too cautious and prudent to let any
look or word betray his inward emotions of
mistrust, but prompted b curiosity, he accept-
ed Roche’s invitation to ( ismount, and resolved
to remain with them during the night.

By this time the sun had sunk behind the
western horizon, and hayin staked his animal
at grass at the outskirts of t e motto, Hawkeye
Harry took a seat with the, emigrants before
the fire. .

“ I suppose, strangers,” said Harry, “that
you know you’re in a dangerous country?”

‘We know we are in the Indian country, but
hope there are no Indians in the immediate
vicinity,” returned Roche. “ Probably you can
enii hten us in that res t. ” a

“ oil, the fact of i is,” said Harry, “the
red-skins are all around us. At this minute
they may be miles from here, and by midnight
be right onto us, cutting and slashing.”

“And is there no ‘other danger in this conn-
3, save that to be expected from the Indians?”

ed Roche.

“Yes, there’sthem cursed white robbers
glider Sid. ixllitait Rat): 1lle, that’s worse on, 5111:]:
hinge, 6 covered wagon, n
the red-gas. n§ou see, old Rat and 00‘. am
after plunder, not scalps, like the greasy red-

The men exchanged significant glances, and
Hawkeye was sure he detected a smile
upon the bearded face of one of them. _

“ Well, I h we will escape the minions of
En la,” said enri, 9‘ for we have a very valu-
able oad of merchandise, with which we want
to cross be end the Missouri river.”

“Whew ” ejaculated Harry; “then you’re
prairie traders, are you?”

“Well—yes ’ returned Roche. “I su
you would as traders, alt h we ve
done no trading yet. Our load of cheap
fabrics, knives, whisky and beads. With these
articles we want to reach the. Pawnee country
beyond the Missouri, and ex them for

 

“Hallo!” exclaimed one 01! the men, amour

“A prairie freebooter,” replied Hawlmye'

- Harry,, and directed us by, a course in which wel

; stream; you can ford it anywhere within t

 

you do as wellnmd save tiny!) ,. 
our  witg‘lfhc  round a131, slim. ~ -
ese iggingsi r a ' , nmking'
beenl rcttyrich this fell.” “y lo
“' e unghtdoequaiy as wall, if the Indians , .
wareat peace. HOWeuer, We have started for z “'
the. Pawnee country, and will endeavor to malts
it; and we want to employ you to guide us
thr-an h this-territory.” . ,
“ v ,,the dance you say!” exrlaimed Harry-..
“ Yes " no lied Roche; “ two da 3 ago we lost-
our gnu c. elduerted us. At e first settler

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have I  /

ment: we came to we tried to employ another, 

but miled. The settlers told us of Bawkeyew l

might accidentally meet in. Fortune has fa~-
vored us/thus far, and now I hope you willcom
sent tovaccompan' as.”

“To be-plmhwrth. you,” returned. Hilary,“ It
can’t gel?" -

“'I’ve a.- mission to perform, which I caa’t‘ dee-

lay;1 under. any circumstances—it’s in native?"

he traders seemed. greatl disappointed, but.
from some reason or other, envy couldnot be-
lieve it was. real. There was an undercurrent' ‘
in Hpnrgktfle’acongemim, as also his. 1
very oo ,. ,. y t a waxlhmry an. ‘
great curiosity to fathom. -

“ Well, well,” said. Roche, “ this-is quite: dis- 4,
appointment.” . f

‘ Pm. so ,”' 1'6th Harry. “huh. I can: y‘

ve _ou- sac” directions as’ll take yam sale to. 's a

e ..

“That will do," exclaimed Henri Roche,..
drawing from an inner pocket asmalla memo—- .
randa and pencil; “here, can on give us an
outline-map of the country and its sirens» lakes , ,
and other geegraphiml points between here and

. ' ,

“I reckon that I know all about the country,.

“And whynot,.1pray?” V a  .

the Missouri river '1.” s
i.

but I don’t know about a map. I’m not very
handy with a pencil—good with a rifle and
scalpmg-knii’e, however; I’ll try it.”

Roche handed him the book and pencil.

In a. few minutes. he had sketched a crude,
but plainly correct map of the countr to the

westward of them, and passed it to Bcc' .. i .
i
l

The traders examined it; then Roche, their ' -’
leader. asked, pointing to the map: ,
“ What stream is this?” ‘ M" It
“That's the Boyer fiver—mot a very Egg »

miles of the Boyer lake. Indians are pretty

thick tor some ten miles south of the lake, and A K. FF?"

hunting-parties are to be found most anywhere-
along the river. You’ll have to look sharp from , ,
this on. In this direction ”—notin r the course _ , :l’
on the map—“ there’s a heavy be t of timber-
which extends to the ’Coon river. You want.
to keep out of that, for old Rat Rougle has. his; ,
ranch 1n there somewhere. ” 2
“ Indeed l” exclaimed Roche, and be ex‘ l.‘
changed glances with his companions. - ‘ , ' "
For a moment there was silence, during which.

Hawkeye Harry was sure he heard a deep sigh I ' 

which was almost a sob. It came from none: 0 ‘
the Earty.

T e eyes of the traders were fixed upon Harry
with an_mterrogative expressio .

n
Feigmng ignorant}: of what he had heard, the l 5 

youth continued: ‘;
“ Yes, old Rat and gang are in that timbfil‘» .l
but you can keep ten miles south of that on the: ‘ l ' I 
open prairie, an may have no trouble. HOW~ ,, i
ever, as it’s about dark now you’d better put I '
this fire out, or its light might draw the prowl‘
ing Ired-skins onto us, when the consequence ’1!
would be adraw on our hair. To-morrow morn- , ,

in I’ll give you further directions." ,

n compliance with the suggestion, the fire  

was extinguished;

Then the traders went tosee that their bases ‘3’? 7'"

were secure for the night.
and on his way back to
a wild
fruit. ucking a handinl of the luscious, yel- ,
low plums, and producing a slice 0: dried vent.
son, .
he re oined the on at the _ .
“ ' hat think you, Hawkeye— we better
mum over the camp to-nighti” asked

“ By all means,” replied H ' “the. m; 
skins may strike your wagon-trail and follow you 
up. As there’s most after midnight; 1'“ .
agree to keep watch then. ’.’ '

The traders
0! their number wanton guard. The atherfmn',
and Hawkeyo Ham, seated Wolves near

Harry did likewise, ‘ ,i, i.

thew andconvemdformtiflpbfl., I ‘
vmn cavymwslsep ammonia '3‘"
mice. unaudited," I  7,;

, he ate under . , 
lum-bush thatwas aden wiEdnpened ’ 

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do most comfortable spot for a bad that the '

ha! i earth would afiiord.

Hawke e Herr laid down under the wagon,
with his cad in - e hollow of a saddle. Roche
"Was the nearest one of the traders to him, and
he was over a rod away.

Our hero did not "0 to sleep~in fact, it was
not his intention to .let slumbcrlclose his eyes,
'iitil he had made sure of the contents of the

nvered wagon .’

He noticed that Roche lay with his face di—
nctly toward hi and for a while he feared
hat the trader ha -suspected his intentions.

Had he taken a second thought, the youth
would have selected a different spot for a
couch, so there would have been no grounds by
which to suspect his purpose. But if he was
suspected at all, it was too late now to make
amends. However, his mind was soon set at
case. As the minutes passed by, the heavy and
re 1' resgairation of the travel—worn traders
to d him t t they slept, and that their sleep
was sound. Then Harry crept to the rear of
the wagon and arose to his feet.

The moon was in the zenith, and it so hap-
pened that its rays fell full n the wagon. This
enabled him to see that the thick canvas cover
was so securely tacked to the wagon-box that
there was no possible chance of seeing in. The
flap in front was drawn down and fastened in a
manner similar to the sides.

Hawkeye Harry was not to be defeated in
this manner; so, drawing his knife, he inserted
its int under the head of a tack with the in-
tangizm of prying it out so that he would be en-
abled to lift the cover. But the instant he
touched the knife to the wagon-box he became
motionless for a vibratory shock was commu-
nicated toliis arm from the knife. The latter
had received the shock from the box; but what
had produced it? _

Hawkeye Harry pressed his ear close against
the cover and listened.

He started. It was all he could do to restrain
an exclamation of su rise.

There was life within that wagon! He could
hear the low, quick breathing of either a human
or a beast.

Becoming impatient and unea , he cut a slit
in the canvas cover, and app ed his ear to
t.

There was no mistaking the evidence of his

hearing now. A 1i ' creature was 
that wagon and ha g, from experience,
learned to discriminate betwoen the breathing

of a human and a beast, he knew it was 9. hu-
man being within the wagon I .
The irations were 3 ort and quick, broken
now and en with a sigh—-a woman’s sigh !
There was no doubt of 

CHAPTER V.

WHAT HARRY STOLE FROM THE moans.

Ham HARRY became thoughtful. There
was not a doubt in his mind now but that the
pretended traders were  But, how
should he act? He was satisfied in his own
mind that the woman—if it really was a wo-
man—in the wagon, was a prisoner; and under
the circumstances, his spiri and humane heart
rebelled ' the idea of leaving the camp
without learning the true situation of the per-
son in the covered vehicle. _

If it was a woman, or even a child, how could
he liberate her, or it, without creatiné some
noise in getting away from the camp? ven if
he succeeded in getting the prisoner from the
wagon, could he escape detection by the two
guards in getting awa from the ove? .

He had scarcely as ed himsel the question
When something touched him gently upon thy
shoulder next to the w on. He turned his
head, and almost staggere under the Viswnary
blow which he received. Through the rent he
had made in the canvas cover, he saw a small
mow-white hand protruding. He knew at a
glance by the tapering, dimpled fingers, the
round and marble smoothness of the arm, that
it was the hand and arm of a voun female.

In the very position of that little (1 Hawk-
eye Harry intuitively read a silent and humble
appeal for assistance; of this, words could not
have told him lainer. I _

He reached orward and gently took the little
hand within his own hard palm. It was soft as
velvet, and the touch sent a magnetic thrill
through his whole frame. It was to let the
owner of that hand lmow that he was cognizant
of her presence in the w on, that induced him
‘0 the delicate mem r. .

my the hand of the unknown drew him
closer to the wagon. He knew by this that she
Wished to speak to him. and when the little hand
was withdrawn he applied his ear to the rent.

 

Hawkeye Harry.

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“Oh, sir! 13m a priwa Can you not save
me from the - )wer of these wicked men?” was
breathed gent y, softly in his ear.

Harry‘s spirit was aroused. There was some-
thing in the humble appeal of the unknown pri-
soner that seemed :to have magnified his strength
and coura rc to that of desperation.

Placing 's lips to the rent. he replied:

“Keep silent as the grave, and I’ll mve on
before moi-min , be you man, woman or chi d.”

“ I am a he pless girl; these men are taking
me I know not where!” replied the prisoner.

“A be] less girl!” mused Harry. “By hea-
ven, I’ll ,t she’s an angel, and she shall be
saved, if it costs Hawkeye Harry his lifcl”

A ain placin his mouth to the rent, he said:

“ Vait till er midiii ht; then I’ll come to
your rescue. Can you i'i( e on horseback?”

“ Yes,” replied the prisoner.

Harry wit drew from the side of the wa on,
and returned to his couch, but not to sleep. he
touch of that little hand was still vibrating
through every nerve; he could still hear that
gentle voice reathin in his ear, and in his
mind he had pictured t e face of an angel. Fi-
nally, he fell to speculating over her situation—-
why it was that she was a prisoner there, who
her captors were, from whence she had been
abducted, and to where she was being taken.
But he could arrive at nothing definite in regard
to the matter, more than that there was a little
mater? and considerable villainy in it.

6 our traders slept soundly, and after a

couiple of hours more had worn away in anxiety
an suspense to the oun ranger, he knew it
must be near midnigh . T e moon was sinking
to the westward, and its light no longer shone
upon the covered wagon. ‘
Again Harry arose from his couch u n the
bar earth, and go‘ to where the two aders
were on guard, he re ieved them from duty, and
took upou_his own shoulders the entire responsi-
bility of the watch.

The men returned to camp, and were soon
stretched upon the ground, fast asleep.

Hawkeye Harry remained at his post over an
hour: then, with all his remarkable caution, he
crept back to the camp and found that all the
traders were sleeping soundly. He next went
to where their horses were hitched; and having
selected the fleetest and strongest one in the
corral, he untied it and led it around to where
his own horse was tied at grass. He then pro-
cured a saddle and bridle, and put the former
on the back of the trader’s horse. The bridle
he put on his own animal, then strapped a blan-
ket over its back. 11 was now ready for the
digit with the maiden.

utiousl he cre t back to the wagon, and
having in 8 sure t the traders were asleep,
be tapped softly on the canvas cover.

There was a response in a similar manner.

Harry’s heart now began to flutter excitedly,
not so much through fear of being detected in
what he was doing, as e tation, and the
consciousness that he would stand face to face,
the next minute, with a strange maiden that in
his mind’s eye he had pictured as an angel.

With his knife he slit the canvas, and then,
thrusting his head through the rent, whispered:

“ Are you ready to flee. little stranger?

“ Yes, sir,” was the response.

“ Then come, and be just as easy as you can.”

withdrew his head from the o nin ,
and the next instant he saw the head an sho -
ders of the unknown appear from the wagon.

It was not so dark but that he could see the
outlines of her features, and at the first glance
he saw that his mind’s picture was not over-
drawn—that the face of the maiden was one of
exquisite loveliness. She was young, not over
fifteen years of age, with a small, lithe figure
clear-cut features, and long, wavy hair that fell
in olden ripples down her back.

autiously Hawke 6 Harry assisted the
trembling girl from th
upon her feet; but her limbs were so cram
With .longoconfinement that she was compe ed
to cling Harry for su port.

Here was the first trouble, which had been
wholly unexpech ; but Harry, since he had
gained but even a partial view of the maiden’s

ace, had been inspired with a new life, and be
resolved that nothing, unless it was death,
should deter him from rescuing the maiden. So
he lifted her in his arms as though she had been
a child, and carried her to where the two
horses were in readiness.

Then he placed her upon the back of his own
trusty animal, gave her the'reins, and unhitch—
ed tut beast.

Turning. be mounted the trader's horse, and

 

the next moment they were galloping eastward
I over the plain.

-nJ

Harry saw at a glance that his young protege
was no nOVice in equestrianism. She sat her
horse with grace and ease.

Upon the open plain the moon rendered it
almost as light as day. The ni ht was unusual—
ly; warm for October, in this high latitude, and
t 9 air was laden with a soft and balmy fraz-
grance, dreamlike in its ins iration.

When they had cleared t e outskirts of tin
motto, and found themselves fairly upon the
plain, Hawkeye Harry turned his eyes, with a
strange light of admiration beaming from their
dc ths, upon the fair being at his Side.

er olden hair was pushed back by the
breeze mm a suo brow, and floated about
her head in beautiful, disordered tresscs. Her
features were purer classical in outline, and
asclearly cut as those of an ancient cameo;

 

e wagon and placed her.

her eyes, as near as he could tell by the moon-
light, were of a dark brown, large and lus-
trous, and shaded by long, droopin

that gave them an innocent and ch dliko ex-
premier].

Her dress was of some rich material, and
was made after a fashion that was not of the
border. A crimson shawl was about her shoul-
ders and fastened in front by a jeweled clasp.
A circlet of gold flashed upon one of her dim-
fill'ceg fingers, while about her neck was a neck—

of great brillian , to which was attached
a locket that gleamed iko a. diamond as it nes-
tled against her snowy throat.

She was a bei of rare beauty, and it requir»
cd but a sin 1e g ceto tell our hero that she
was a chi] of luxury and wealth; her rich

dress and flashing jewels told of affluence un-
tainted by vanity, and her tone and general ap-
pearance ware indicative of social refinement
and intellectual culture.

How came she in the power of Henri Roche
and his party? ,

Harry, now that he had accomplished the
maiden s rescue, found himself at a loss for
words to open a conversation; he felt that he
was in the presence of a being far superior to
him; that his rude backwoods ch and coarse
buck-skin rments would shoe her refined sen-
sibilities. e maiden seemed to have divincd
his thoughts, and at once bore bown the barrier
of form 'ty b saying:

“Kind sir, ' ismore than I had expected
from 8. er.”

“ What is stammered Harry.

“ That you should endanger your life for my
sake.”

“M life, little woman, has become accur
tom to constant dangers. I’m a free trap
of the Nor‘-west, without kith or kin, and Wm

no one to mourn for me if I am lost. I like the
adventure I have up bore me these northern
lakes, among the red-skins and aver.”

“Anddid I not hear you tell in abductorl
your name was Hawkeye Barry ’11st the
maiden.

“That’s what I’m called, thou  my right
name is Harry Houston,” repli the young
In

the fort,” said his air com nion.

“ At the fort?” exclaim Harry. “ Then you
live at the fort, do you!”

“ No, sir,” she replied; “ I have a. brother

there whom I was visiting slot: with my fa-
ther. My home is in Ohio. on know my
brother, perhaps; his name is Eugene Gar
dette.”

“ Major Gardette?”

“ The same.”

“I know the major like a beaver-trap; and.
you’re his sister?”

“Yes, sir. My name is Nora Garde .”

“Then I’ll warrant the major, with a party
of soldiers, isn’t far behind Henri Roche and his
men' but how came you in Roche’s power, Miss
G ette?"

“At sunset, the day before yesterday, I
walked out alone along the river-bank, a short
distance above the fort. I would not have gone
at all, but brother Eugene promised to join me
in a few minutes. I sat down on a 10 by the
river-bank to wait for him. Just t en two
men came from the woods behind me. One of
them seized me and placed a handkerchief over
my mouth to grovent me from crying out.
Then he said ot is companion:

“ ‘ Take her hat, Price, and toss it into the
river and crumble off the edge of the bank, so
they’ll think she’s fallen into the water and been
drowned.’

“ The next instant I was lifted in my abduct.-
or‘s arms and carried back into the woods,
where fleet horses were in waiting. I was

 

taken upon horseback, still in my abductcr’s
. arms. and all night long I was borne awu at a

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rapid speed. At daylight this morning we
came upon three men with a tilted wagon.
They were friends of my abductors. I was
laced in the wagon and a 1 day the horses have
been pushed forward over the prairie under whip
and rowel: I know none of my ca tors, nor why
theyarecarr ingmo away norw ereto.Iknow
they are men, for I card them tell you
My falsehoods to-night. And before you rode
m to camp, they saw you up reaching and
Roche warned me thati woul be your death-
warrant if I made my presence known to you
while you were about.” .

“The infernal scamp!” exclaimed Harry, m-
dignantly.

“So you see, Mr. Houston—”

“ Miss Gardette, call me Hawkeye or Harry
if you lease. Mister Houston will do when I
am in t e settlements or city.”

.The maiden could not repress 'a smile at the

outh’s somewhat rude request, and then, hav-
ing made compliance, she continued:

“80 you see Hawkeye, there is but little
hope of my father and brother coming to my
rescue, if my abdiictors’ lans have not failed in
leading them to believe a was drowned.”

Harr made no reply. Far away u n the
' aid, {3 their left, he had caught si t of a

ack, moving mass of something‘ whic caused
him no little uneasiness. But t e ob'ect soon
flit.th from view, like the shadow o a. cloud
passing over the sun’s disk. Still, its disap lear-
once did not relieve the young rescuer 0 his
fears. It might have been a bed, of mounted
Indians that had sunk behind t e crest of a
prairie wave. .

It would have been immaterial to Harry
whether it were Indians or not had he been
alone, but now that he was not-that a helpless
maiden was trusting to him for safety and pro-
tection, he knew it Would require eVery pre-
caution and extra exertion to maintain that
trust.

Dismounting, the myouth threw himself upon
the grass and appli his ear to the earth. He
Distinctly be detected the dull
thumping of hoofs upon the plain. '

The maiden wondered at his movements, and
at last a suspicion arose in her mind—a suspicion
that her young rescuer had detected some up—
proaching dan rer. '

“Are we in ( anger, Hawkeye?” she asked.

The youth was surprised at her query. He
had he to keep the truth of their si iation
concea ed fromr her, but, seeing that she was

- guessed of more than ordinary courage and

ecision of mind, he said, as he remounted his

I“ I’m afraid danger is at hand. A pa of
horsemen are riding almost directly towar us,
and I fear they’re Indians. Let us gallop on a
little brisker, Miss Gardette." ’4 a ‘

They urged their animals onward at a pace
which soon carried them into a little va ley.
The moon was nearly down, and the shadows of
the rid o to the westward of them wrap led the
valley its mantle of darkness, and orded
the fugitives a temporaryY shelter.

The drew rein and stened. Plainly they

could ear the half-muffled tread of innumer-

able hodfs u n the ' vered plain.

“It is Indians,” sa d Harry, in a low tone. .

“What makes you think so, Hawkeye?” asked
the maiden; “we can not see them.” .

“ If it were white men, the ring and jingle of
'heir trappings would make more neise than
their animals’ hoofs—Ah! look! there theggo!”

True enough, from behind the swell the
slain, three score of horsemen burst suddenly
noon their view. As they galloped along the

{rig-e, not over a hundred yards from our young
Blends, they were plainly outlined against the
dear sky. They were Indians; this was a fact
i uidily perceived in the plumed heads and
flashing spears, but, in. the moonl' t, they
seemed 51 into beings of col stature,
and but for the sound made by their animals
beefs, they would have seemed like so many

phantoms.

Hawkeye Harry knew at a glance they were
on the war-path, and were either heading for
the southern settlements, or the country of
their red enemies, the Potawatomies; but, in
either case, the fears he entertained for the set-
tlers or friend] Indians were nothing compared
with his a ension of being detected in the
shadows of the little valley. He scarcely
breathed, for fear the acute ears of the war-
riors would hear him. He knew the least sound
would be home to them.

He' felt certain that their forms were so
blended with the

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being seen. no If , waver made
my  The Indians gwould erode their l

trail at right angles, and might discover it. If
not, there was a ssibility of the Indians pass-
ing on without a nowledge of their proximity
to the young pale-faces. '

It was a moment of fearful suspense and anx-
iety to the ranger. His fair companion also
was in a state of great uncertainty but she did
not comprehend the magnitude oi.’ t icir dan er.

Slowly their eyes f0110wed the hantom- ike
figures along the ridge. The trail is reached
and crossed without discovery.

Hawkeye Harry began to breathe more free-

lv, but, at the last moment, when the danger of ;
seemed past his horse reared his '

discover
head an uttered a. shrill neigh.

The sound was borne to the keen ears of the
warriors, who drew rein so quickly that they
seemed to recoil like a wave when it strikes
upon the shore. There was no mistakin the
direction from whence the sound came, an \ the
next instant the savages Went thundering dewn
into the little valley with a yell that was horri-

fyina.’ ‘
“ e’re discovered, Miss Gardette,” said the
youth, in a firm and natural tone; “and now
we Will have to ride—ride for our lives! Do
not despair; we ma eludethe savages in the
woods 'to the north i we are not taken before
we reach them. way i”

A low Cry of terror pealed from the maiden’s
lips. Just 9s they were on the eve of galloping
away, a dark form arose from the tall grass,
almost under her animal’s feet, and. rung upon
the beast’s back behind her. She fe t her form
encircled by what she sup o‘sed to be a air of
arms, but in' her vain,an eavor to brea their
grasp, she realized, with a feeling akin to ter-
ror, that they were hairy, like the arms of a
be. st.

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Haw eye He: saw the fearful form leap to
the an‘ al’s back hindlthe maiden. He drew
a pistol, but before he could fire, the animal,
with its double burden, shot away, like an ar-
row, over the plain! He followed on in swift
pursuit, but he soon found the horse he besirode
was no match for his own clean-limbed animal
—that upon which the maiden and her fearful
com anion were fleeing. But, never despair-
ing, e lashed the animal to its utmost seed
and pressed on in pursuit, while close be‘ind
him came the savages, the earth fairly trem-
bling with their demoniac ells and the thun-
derous tread of their anima s’ hoefs.

It was an exciting moment—a wild, fearful
midnight chase!

CHAPTER VI. ’ ”
' A TERRIBLE MISTAKE.

THE mustan pen; of the Western Indian is
more remarka e or endurance than s d.
This fact Hawkeye Harry was aware o , and
had he been upon his trustwnimal, he would
have entertained no fears of ing ovortaken by
the pursuing savages.
. As it was, however, he soon found that the
horse he bestrode was not a fast runner, and'
“as already Laded bi‘the day’s travel. Ca
tivity stared t e lad the face, and in case is
was taken who would rescue the little dark-
0 'ed mai en—Nora Gardette, sweet, pretty

era—with whose fate his own life seemed
so strangely intermingled? All his thoughts
went out to her. He thought only of escaping
from the Indians for her sake.

Never had he been so strangely impressed be-
fore. His interest in strangers had only been
passive; now it was active. Boy that he was——
a free rover of the prairie-a stranger to the
gentler passions of the human heart—he knew'
not from whence sprung his interest in Nora
Gardette—he knew not that his heart was no
longer free—that it was enchained by the power
of a first love. '

Would he ever see her aggin? The thought
that he would strengthened 's determination,
and he urged his nting beast forward at the
top of its speed. t he saw that his efforts to
escape the savages were unavailing. The foe
were ' 'ng upon him at every bound. If he
woul escape it must beeffected by stratagem,
and he at once decided upon that resort, though
if llit succeeded at all, it would be at a fearful
ris
Turning his animal’s head slightly to the
right, be pressed it rapidly upoa gentle slope
w ose crest brought him out, the eyes of his/
pursuers, in bold relief against the sk . _

It was the outh’s intention to ollow the
ridge a short distance in full view of the enemy,
but. seeing it dip d quickly down into a dark
valley,'he change his course and kept straight
on over the hill,.whcse summit soon shut him from
view of the enemy. But. as this would be for
only a moment. now was the time for him to

 

act. He was riding directly north, and check-
mg ' animal suddenly, he dismounted, and
then, turning the horse’s head directly west,
fired a pistol close to its head, and sent it. flying
away with affright.

The next instant the oath threw himself flat
upon the earth in the l prairie us.

Just then the Indians gained he summit of
the rid e. Their keen eyes saw the fugitive’s
horse yin westward, at right an 168 with
their prev1ous course, and never earning
but that the youth was upon the beast, they
quickly changed their course and cut straight
across the angle. This would 've them several
rods the advantage, but, by so oing, the crouch-
ing form of Harry was saved from being trod-
den to death, which would have been the case

had they followed in the footsteps of the fugi- ‘

tive’s horse. As it was, he was left several rods

to the ri ht. His stratagem had proved a suc- '
cess—lie d cunninfily outwitted the foe, and,

as he heard their ye s and saw their forms fad-

ing awa. into the distance and darkness, he

arose to is feet, and, with a smile of triumph

upon his young face, hurried away northward

over the plain.

He knew that the fugitive horse could run -

much faster now that it was free of a burden
and the curbing hand of a rider, and he ho

to ain the timber a short distance north of him
be ore the savages came up with the horse,
found it bore no rider.

His thoughts, undisturbed by t e late danger
and excitement, now turned who 1y upon Nora
Gardette. He shuddered when he recalled to
mind the terrible form that leaped on the horse
behind her. Yet, he could but' think that the
form was that of an Indian, or renegade white,
clad in the skin of a wild beast.

He had but little difficulty despite the dark‘
ness, in‘ finding the trail of‘ the horse on which

the daring captor had fled with the maiden. The ,

grass was trodden down and the hoof- rints
deep in the yieldin soil, so he was enab ed to
follow it quite brisk y.

He soon came to the timber where. he met

with abitter disap ointment. He found that

the shadows of the crest rendered it so intense-
ly dark as to make it totally impossible to fol-
low the trail. His only course was to await the
coming of day.

This was unfortunate, and would not only
serve to increase the distance between him and

Nora, but give his enemies behind, on the 133;:- ’

rie, a chance to come 11 with him and en -
ger his situation. Bu , then, it was his only
course, and he was forced to submit to Whatever
dangers or disadvantages it would bring upon

him.

Selectin a place of security, the youth seat-i
ed himse to wait, but not to sleep. He was
too well posted in the dangers' of the woods to
let slumber close his eyes at such an hour.

To any one in Harry’s situation, the minutes
seem prolonged into hours, and impatience be-
comes agonizin . Butthe Boy Ranger breasted
it through. A ter weary hours, day dawned,
and the first glimmer of light he took up

e i ;

He was 'an experienced trailerhand, although '

the trail was not so plain. throng the woods 88
it had been u on the prairie, he experienced np
difficulty in igllowing it. '

He had' 'ourne ed nearly an hem, when he
found the the cot-prints that he was follow-
ing suddenly grew deeper from some cause
the leaves were torn up as though the one
had become unmanageahle from afl’right. In
looking further he saw where it had shied sud-
denl to One side. '

wigs: had been the cause of this sudden move-
men '

The question ’had scarcely formed in the
ranger’s mind when his eyes fell upon an 0b-
S’iect that caused him to start back with a shudr

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It was the bed of‘ an Indian, 1 'in 11 his
thead had heed egalponand'

back, dead. ‘
presented a re ulsive sight, all covered V'Vi 06“
filated bl , as was, also, his hastly face-
' shoulders and breast were enéirely mike"
yet, stmn e enough, presented no wounds nor
mjuries. is legs, and part of his bodywm
covered with leaves and twigs, and from all a
Eearances he had been slain recently. But W 0

ad done the deed? '

He was not a Sioux warrior; that, Harry
saw-at once: but one of the Sees, a less power4
ful tribe, hich at this time was at war With,

pot only 1; ewhite man, but 'all the neighboring;  '

ribes. . ‘

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probability, on the same trail that he was fol-
owmg.

. Not wishing, however, to lose time in mak-
mg further investigations as to the enemy that
slow the Sec warrior, the Boy Ranger moved

on.

He had gone but a few steps apast tho body,
when some own powur caused him to
glance back over his shoulder.

He started with a shudder as he did so.

To his horror he saw the’ su pose'l dead Indian
rise quickly to his feet, an from under the
leaves draw a tomahawk, which he raised aloft

and hurled at his head—all within a second’s‘

time.

Had the youth made the discovory a second
later, the tomahawk would have been buried in
his brain; but, in turnin his head, it was thrown
glightly to one side jus as the weapon whizzed

v.

The cunning red-skin had not calculated u on
making any failure in braining the oath, ut
the instant he saw he had failed, 6 turned
and took to his heels. But the youth quickly
brou t his rifle to face, and glancing along the
barre , fired.

The quick up—throwing of the arms, and the
' ell of agony that followed, told that Hawkeyo

arr ’s aim had been fatal.

Ma 'ig up to the body of the fallen foe2 he

I saw thathisbullet had pierced the head Just
above the ear; and in noting this, he also no
ticed that the savage had actually survived the
torture of a scalping-knife! But it had not been
done lately. The wound was healed over, and
the blood upon the bald crown had been put
there todeceive our hero no doubt, for it made
it appear as thou h the scalp had recently
been removed. T 9 trick worked well, and
almost fatally to Hawkeye Harry. But the
whole aflair convinced him that the savage
had been expectin'r him along the trail of Nora's
captor; and if sue was the case then the sav-
age was a companion to the maidcn’s abductor,
and both were prowling Sac warriors. And it
might be that a large rty of them were not
far away; so he consi cred it prudent to get
away from that spot as soon as possible, for the
report of his rifle m' ht attract danger. He
again took up the tra and pressed on, though
exercising extreme caution.

The trail, he found, had changed in course
until it- now here directly toward the Boyer
river, and as he continued on, he suddenly heard
the faint neigh of a horse in his advance. He
felt satisfied that it was that of his own home,
and that he was nearing the object of his pur-

unit.

‘A few minutes’ walk brought him in sight of
the river, and just before him, on the bank, he
saw his own animal standing: hitched.

He could see no one about it, yet he knew,
’L'I‘e'm the horse's action, that all was not right.

Keeping around to the left, Harry reached

1 the river bank, several rods below the horse.
Here he used to make further invent?-
tions. 9 scanned the under owth to t
right d beyond the beast but e saw nothing
of Nora nor her ca tor. He then ran his eyes
along the edge of t e river, and as he did so,
he could scarcely repress a cry of Joy; for,
through a small opening in the shrubbery that
lined the shore, he can ht the flutter of some-
thingred. -He was satisfied it was the crimson
shawl worn by Nora. Gardette. .

Cree in to a" more commanding pomt, he
found ha he was correct.

Seated in a small bark canoe, and apparently
,Waiting for something or some one, he saw Nora
and her captor.~ There was no mistaking Nora’s
beautiful crimson shawl. She sat with her
back toward Harry, with her form enveloped
in the ample folds of her shawl, which was also

“drawn, hood-like, over her head, as a protec-
tion, probably, against the heavy mist that hun

along the river. The save ’3 head, face an

'form were enveloped in a similar manner, in a
black hairy robe, made of a bear’s skin. Nei-
ther his face nor hands could be seen, yet the
young irn r was satisfied that he was an In-

n and at_he was waiting the return of the
one 6 had slain in the forest, and who Was, in
all probability to. take the horse, while the
' oeeed -w1th the maiden, by water, to

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again. what an matter it would to be res-
'3‘” on_ “I t ' a bullet-hole throu h that

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. dispense of that cunning cuss.”

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about where he supposed the Indian’s head to
be, he glanced along the polished barrel and
pressed the trigger.

Clear upon t 6 morning air the report of the
piece rung out, followed by a scream of agony
—the iercing skeam of a woman! .

“fit out waiting to see what had been the ef-
fect of his shot, he rushed from his covert and
approached the point where the canoe lay. As
he did so, what was his horror on beholding
the maiden’s crimson shawl thrown aside from

the head and shoulders of an Indian warrior,

who lea ashore and tied away into the woods.
And there, in the bottom of the canoe, upon the
bear-skin, which had fallen from her head and
shoulders, lay the lifeless form of Nora Gardette,

"th the crimson tide of life walling from a bul—
m—hole in the forehead!

“My God, what a fatal mistake!" burst in
agony from the tra per boy's Lips. “ I have
slain her! Oh Nora Nora! Speak to nie—tell
me it is not sci”

But Nora’s voice was hushed.

The half-distracted youth sprung into the
canoe, and liftin her form in his arms, pillowed
her head upon his aching breast.

Then he grew sick at heart, the cold sweat
started from every pore, for he knew that he
held in his arms a iteless form!

CHAPTER VII.
HENRI ROCHE IN a RAGE.

HENRI Room: and arty slept on.

They had gone to cop with a double assur-
ance that no danger would be visited upon
them; and believing that they had succeeded
eil’ectuall in deceivm Hawkey'e Harry in re-
gard to t e contents 0 the w on, the felt no
uneasiness from this source. ut, in t ", they
underrated the mature judgment and keen in-
stinct of the young trapper, and as the hours
were on, Roche was suddenly aroused from his
slumber b y a faint yell, and the uneasy snorting
of the animals corraled near.

He arose to a sitting sture and listened. Far
away upon the plain e could hear the ro-
longed yell of Indians, and the dull, vibra ry
thump of hoofs upon the earth.

What did it mean! The villain—for such in
fact Henri Roche was—sprung to his feet and
started out toward the edge of the grove where
be supposed Hawkeye Harr was on guard, but,
in assmor the wagon, his at ntion was attract-
ed y a black rent in the white tilt, and, um
examination he found it was a 81115 that
been cut with a keen-edged knife.

An exclamation of s rise burst from his
profane lips as he thrust h head and shoulders
Into the wagon and, u u feeling about with
his hands, found that 's captive maiden was

 

gene.

A fearful oath followed this discoverfi, and
turning away in a paroxysm of rage, e pro-
ceeded to his companions and, arousing them,
made known the escape of the maiden.

The next moment all were on foot, and a
hasty investigation revealed to them the fact
that Hawkeye Harry was one also.

Roche fmrly danced wi h rage and baffled
triumph, and cursod his stupidity for ever per-
mitting the ioung Ranger to enter their camp
ahve. And is indignation and fury knew no
bounds when the word came that one of their
most valuable horses was gone.

“We’re a set of infernal fools!” he finally
broke forth, “to have ~ever permitted that boy
to enter our” camp. It’s very probable that
we’ll never see that girl again; and the loss of
her is a good five thousand dollars out of our
pockets!’ ,

“Too durned bad, captain,” returned a com-
panion,“ but that boy is sharper than a tack, or
my name ain’t Billy; George.

‘Sharp? Hump l" sneered Roche, savagely“
“that don’t half express the shrewdness and
cunning of the little dare-devil. I’m satisfied
now that he mistrusted us the moment he set
foot inalde our cam .” ‘

“ Wal, wal, it’s too bad, too had,” said

Geogfe.
“ es,” returned Roche; “but talking about it
will do no good now. We’Ve got to act. I hear
the yelling of Indians on the prairie to
the north. It may be a party of Sioux,
and if so, we’ll have nothin to fear from
them. And it mi ht be such a ing as the boy
and girl havin ed in that direction. and the
Indians have scovered them and given chase.
Here,” turning to one of his companions, he
continued, “Iyou may as well lav aside our
mask, Ulric ubois for it will av you no n5
now, and look u the trail of the fugtives, an
let us endeavor follow them.” '
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outlaw travelers, threw aside a Wig of grimly
hair and a mask of bushy whiskers, revoaling a
smooth and boyish face which was of
some outward signs of recklessness, cunning
and rascnlity.

With rifle in hand the guide moved away,
and was absent several minutes. When he-
turned, he said:

“They have gone north, captain.”

“Good!” exclaimed Roche; “then we M~

a fair chance of recovering the ' l, for I’ll

arantee those Indians are a gift? of Sioux
Eglongin to Gray Hawk or he Buflalo’n
band, an that they are in pursuit of the fugi-
tives. But let us mount and be 011'. Two of
the party will have to remain behind and guard
the wagon, as there are not horses for all to
ride.”

Four of the party including Henri Roche,
were soon in the sa die and galloping north-
ward over the prairie, shaping their course di-
rectly toward the yelling Indians. They did not
attem t to follow he trail of the fugitives, feel-
ing an isfled that the savages were in pursuit of
them; and if the red-skins were Sioux, they
were friends and allies of Roche and his .

Continuing on a few miles, the outlaws
covered that the Indians were coming toward
them. They drew rein and gazed away into the
gloom ahead.

Suddenly a black, surging mass of galloping
horsomen swept into View on the crest of a
gentle swell in the plain. For a moment they
seemed to .float like a black cloud along the
summit of the rid 6; then the came to a sud-
den halt and at ered in a 'not where they
could be )lain y seen by the outlaws as they
stood in be (1 relief ainst the blue sky.

Yell after yell pea ed from the lips of the In-
dians—for such the horsemen were-but they
were ells of baffled triumph and growing in-
digna ion. _

‘By Judas!” exclaimed Henri Roche, “ they
are Indians, and Sioux at that; but I’m afraid
the in 'tives have given them the sli ), for those
yells enete defeat. I Will make own our
presence, and then join them.” _

Roche uttered two or three sharp barks m
exact imitation of the coyote’s, and which
showed that he was not unused to the signs and
si als of the prairie and the Indians.

6 sognd iwas liiorpflto 1the keen ears of the
savages, or minor is A y t are came a response
Eadcry resembling the wild shriek of a night-

ir .

“Advance, boys,” said Roche spurrin his
animal forward. “It’s all right—it’s k
Buffalo and his warriors.”

They rode forward, and were soon surround-
ed by three-score of painted and plumed Sioux
warriors, armed with tomahawks and latices.

Black Buffalo, the chief of the ad-
vanced and addressed the outlaws in a ton:
ton ue:

“ ho is it that hails the Sioux with the sig-
nals of friends and the skin of the pale-face?”

“Your friend, White Chief, and his'men "
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A about of welcome pealed from the sayages’
lips, and spurrin his p03 up alonginde of
Roche’s animal, B ck Bufl’ 0 said:

“Black Buffalo and his warriors are pleased
to meet the White Chief and his men. He
missed them long, and anxiously waited his
\coming from the country of the pal faces.”

“And I’m glad to meet youhcltii ,” replied
o~ .

Roche. ‘the’ye had tbad  night, and
want on e usouaa .

“ Black Buff o is the 8friend of the White
Chief. Let him ask and he shall receive.”

“That’s you, chief.” replied Roche in a flat-
tering manner; “ you are a wholesouied fellow,
and always read to help a friend. Well, to-
night that young rapper whom they call Hawk-
eye came to our Camp and stole a white girl
from our wagon, and a horse from our cox-ml,
and ran off with them both.”

“ Is that the animal ?” the chief asked, point-
in to a riderless horse in their midst.

be scanned the beast, and replied:
“ It is our horse. Where did you come acrou
”

“Right here,” replied the chief; “but when i
started in

we first pin-suit, there was a rider
upon him that We took to be the youn Hawk-
e e. But he was cunning, and eecap usliln
e fox when closely pressed by the hound."
“Yes, chief, you are right. t was Hawks
and for his seal and the safe returnof
maiden he stole Rim our camp, I will give you

man beads and knives, and much powder and

whis y.”

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the offer of the White Chief. He will bring

him the seal of the Hawkeye, aid the maiden,

unharmed, fore two more suns go down.

But notvunti! the night is gone Will he  the

search for the maiden and the cunning trap-
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“ Then come to our camp and nd the night.
It is but a short ride to it, ’ said he.

The chief accepted the invitation, and when
the bivouac was reached, they all dismounted,
and corruling their animals on the prairie, en-
tered the grove. A fire was soon lighted, and
then the warriors gathered around it. The light
showsd them to be a grim, fierce band, rendered
hideous b war- int.

By day reak he savages and outlaws were
moving northward over the plain in two de-
tachments—Black Buffalo leading the first party
and following the trail of the fugitives, while
Roche and his tfim‘t‘y, with a few Indians, fol-
lowed on with e t' ted we 11.

But the outlaw did not ollow the chief far.
He soon changed his course and bore to the
several miles, en-
tered a strip of timber s g the Boyer river,
which they reached about noon. .

Here they halted to rest, and Roche deCided

to abandon the wagon.

“But what’ll we do with the chest, captain?”
asked one in a low tone, as if fearing to be
overheard.

“We’ll have to bury it, and conceal the spot
by burning the wagon over it, for, if we should
lose that chest and its contents— Well, you
know' all about it.”

“Certainly! certainly!” responded the out-

law.

“ Then let us to work. If we should take the
wagon to the valley with us, it would leave a
broad trail for an enemy to follow.”

The party set to work in the soft, dry ground,
and they soon scooped out a large hole. '

Then they took from the w n a large iron-
ired our men to con-
vey it to- the hole, into which it was deposited
and carefully covered The turf then bemgre-

laced, the we was taken to pieces and piled

a heap over e stplot.

The vehicle was en set on fire, and in less
of red coals and
ashes, with the exception 0 the irons. These
were raked from the coals and thrown into the
river: and thus every part of the wagon was
destroyed.

The now mounted, and turning to the
north-east, resumed the journey up the river.

It wanted two hours of sunset when Roche
sudde drew rein at the mouth of a little
stream hat emptied into the B0 er.

“Here is the place,” he exc aimed, “where

' we are to encamp—the place where Black Buf-

talc promised to join us.” . .

The _ dismounted, picketed their animals
to grass in a little valley hard by, and went
into camp.

Anxiously awaiting Black Buffalo’s return,
Roche grew var restlem, and finally, slienjging
his rifle across shoulder, he wander 0
into the woods. He had traveled, in a round-
about we , over a mile from cam , when he
detected 6 fumes of smoke in the a mosphere,
and then started as he saw a thin, rarefied col-
umn of white smoke risin above the tree-tops
a short distance before him. He crept cautious-
ly forward to reconnoiter; but he found neither
campers nor campyfire. * .

To assure himself that he was not mistaken,
he looked for the smoke ain. He saw it rismg
above the top of a large wood, but, search—
ing beneath the tree, not a spark of the fire
could he find. /

3 ‘It was a mystery to him—the same that had

so puzzled Hawkeye Harry an evening or two
be ore. .

Roche Was a wicked man, and although a lit—
tle superstitious and .cowardly, he searched for
the agepcy of that smoke, but could find noth-

' 't last he ve it u in no little lexi of
ga p traciiiorp

mind, and turning, u re g his cat-
ste toward his cam , ut suddenly stop 1.
ething like a uman groan startle him.

He bent his lanai an? listened; and then to his
heari' came e in arms cry:

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CHAPTER VIII.
'rnn PIPE or PEACE”
Lm' us now returghtohttlfi Gouge—the honile of
th twotra rsin e' ec' ~girtedva ey,
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Old Optic was one of those stern old trappem
of two score years whom hardships andoconstant
physical eXertion had develo (1 into bone and
sinew. His rough, bearded ace and dark-gray
eyes were a pleasant e ression, yet there had
been times when the so of the man was arous-
ed, when those eyes grew fierce with rage, and
that face rigid with deadly emotion.

The Indian that he had ushered into the Cone

was oung, and, as before stated, his weapons
ailide rbaric flnery bespoke the insignia of a
C 10 .

“I am glad you have come, Red Wing,” said
the old trapper, “and I hope with good tidings
and with ood feelings.”

“Red in is chief of the remnant of the
great Fox nation. He has watched for many
suns the true course of events. He has seen the
steady and certain advance of the white man
into the hunting-grounds of his nation. The
tomahawk and seal ing-knife have failed to
keep them back. W on they oppose the white
man they fall beneath his dead] rifle. The
Foxes are tired of fighting against he pale-face,
for their warriors have fallen like the autumn
leaves. We have decided to forever b the
hatchet, and tosmoke the pl of peace wit the
pale-face. We will fi ht si e by side with the
white man against t e Dakota, the Arapahoe,
thekPotawatomie and the Sac. Red Wing has
spo en.

“Your words have the right ring in them,
Red Wing,” replied "Old 0 tic “ and as a repre-
sentative of the whites will take upon my
own head the responsibility of guarantee you
their protection and friendship, if you don you
say you will.”

he face of the chief lit up with a glow of jo .
In this recognition of peace he imagined e
could see the regeneration of his tribe, and their
restoration to their former greatness and power.

Alas! deluded chief! Half a decade was to
see the total extinction of his tribe!

“ Then let the white warrior and Red Wing
smoke the pipe of peace,” said the chief, produc-
itimhgghly-ornamented calumet filled with to-

The smoked the pipe of grace and acknow-
led each other friends. eace between the
Fox Indians and the whites was declared, and it
was for this purpose that the chief had come to
the Cone.

Presently the chief went to the door of the but
and uttered a shrill chirrup.

Forth from behind the rocks and bushes, like
phantoms came a hundred Indian warriors,
painted for the war-path.

Old tic experienced a slight shudder at
sight of em, but he rmitted no look to betray
the least mistrust. . is confidence in Red Win
had been so firm] settled by acts of kindneu and
words of truth, t at he felt no hesitation in ac-
cepting him as a frbnd. But, in general, he
knew t was the nature of an Indian to be treach-
eg‘peiids, and in thatuband of a hundred theuflelt sat—
i t ere were ose unpossessed o a good-
traits of their chief.

RedWing gathered his warriors around the
Cone, and made known to them the treat of
peace that had just been consummated. hen

ollowed the ceremony of buryin the hatchet,
and after this had been rferm , most of the
warriors left the valley, ut shortly before ni ht
they returned, bearing with them, upon es,
their women and children and a promiscuous
mass of hi gage—all their earthly possessions.

Before t is sun had gone down, an Indian en-
cam merit had been pitched in the valley, and
the cuts of children and barking of dogs were
echoing through the forest aisles.

Darkness came, but Hawkeye Harry did not.
Old Optic felt somewhat uneasy about him.

Guards were posted in the defile leading into
the valley, and along the bluff overlooking the
camp. I

The night wore away and a new day dawned,
which was spent b t e warriors in sup )lyin
the encampment w th game for food, while 015
Optic and the chief sat in consultation.

ight again threw its shadow over forest and,
plain, still Hawkeye Harry had not come.

Alone, b a small fire that bumed in the cen-
ter of the ne, sat Old 0 tic gazing reflectiver
into its warm glow. e felt sorely uneasy
about his young friend, Hawkeye Harry. On
Elie marrow he resolved to make some search for

1m. .

Then a soft footstep sounded behind him. He
turned his head and saw a fl re standing in the
door of the Cone that on him to start with
surprise. .

It was a human figure, envelo in a red
blanket that swept the ground. e head was
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concealed by a leathern mask, through the holes
of which he could see a pair of eyes shining like
balls of fire.

“Who in thunder, are ye, anyhow!" exclaim-
ed the old trapper.

“ One in quest of friendship and aid,” replied
the masked figure, whose veice was soft and fo—
minine in its tones, yet a little husky.

“Have ye come fur ?” asked the trap r.

“Over many a league, more Or less.’

“ And! how did ye git into the valley past the
guards?”

“ extreme caution.”

“T on your object in coming here must be of
great importance, to run sich risks?"

“It is, friend trap r; one in which my very
lift; "is involved, an to you have’ I come for
ai .

6 “gm me? What can I—a crazy old trapper-
o

‘l Crazy!” repeated the masked stranger.
“Your garments are coarse and rude, your
Wow rough and blunt; but was it always so?

hen you were lord of the Highlands on the
banks of the Ohio river, were you not a
man of cultured refinement and polish
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thrust into his bosom.

The masked stranger saw his emotion, and
continued: '

“I know you are surprised by what I have
said; but, friend trapper, I say it with no inten—
tion of harrowin your feelin nor opening

.ntle—
man—

an old wound. know all a t your past
troubl and wh you are here as a upper in
the Far est, w en you mi ht have been one

of the leadin men in ci ' tion.
speak the trut i"

“You (10, man or woman though you may
be. Go on,’ said the trapper, grasping for fur—
ther information as a drowning man grasps at a
straw; “ go on!”

“You were a kind and loving husband, a fond.
and aflectionate father. but,” and the stranger’s
voice grew tremulous, “what became of your
wife, and your sweet little girl?”

A came up from the trap r’s heart.

“ ou would answer,” continu the stranger,
“that another won the affections of my wife,
and together they fled from the Highlands to

ts unknown, carrying mydarlin little Ger~
ie with them. Broken-hearted, isfiraced, I
fled to the wilderness to forget my anie’and
sorrow amid its constant dangers.”

“ es, yes!” renuned Old 0 tie, excitedly,

Do I not

“ that is what my answer woul have been.” ‘ v

“ And have you never heard of that unfaithv
ful wife since she left you?” asked the stranger.
ot‘gever!” returned Optic, with the bitterness

pair.
2: gm” your child—your little Gertie?”
o

“How old was she when you last saw her——
the child l”

“ She was in her ninth year.”

“ And how long since you last saw her?”

“ Seven ion , bitter years.”

“Do you ink you would know her 'if You
were to see her now?”
The old trap r’s face grew brighter. A ray

of ho beanie to hiseyes.

“ ’93:, I would know her. Her face could
never have changed in sevsn years beyond a.
father’s recognition, for it has ever been beta: 8
me. -
“ And a sin; would you believe me were I to
tell you w are to find your daughter!”

Again Old. Optic started, though a light of
joy and hope shone in his eyes.” ,

, ‘You seem to know my set so well that 1
could not believe otherwise,” e replied.

“She is the adopted daughter of the Sioui
chief Black Buffalo.”

“Great Heaven! is this the truth, stranger?"
gs d the old trapper. ‘

‘ It is the solemn truth.”

“ Then tomorrow’s day will find me on the
way to strim Sioux villa e. Gertie, my lest
darling, all be rescued, od willing?” '

“ Then I will go hence,” said the masked stranw

ger, turning toward the door of the Cone.
“Stay! stay, stranger!” cried the he an
“ Let me reward you for this service-mm s in—
formation! You said you had come for and;
name your desire, and if within my power, it
shall be granted.” ' I

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hands of the Sioux I have a captive child-a

daughter—and Icame to seek your aid to rescue { ' ‘ "I

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who are friends to the white; We will march
on the Sioux ' , and if we cannot effect the
rescue of our chil n by ransom or stratagem,
we can do it by force, for most of the Sioux are
awa on the war-path now.”

“ en I will come back in the morning and
accompany you,” said the stranger.

“ But w y not remain now ?” asked Old Op-
tic.

“ I can not.”

“ Then one question more: why are you here

a in disguise, and who are you?”

“ I am a curious person, friend trapper, and

' shall insist, as a favor, on not being uestioned

in regard to my disguise, which I sh continue
to wear during ourjourney to the Sioux village
and until after my child has been rescued. I
have good reasons for this secrecy, as you shall
know some time, perhaps. As to my name, call
me Clouded Heart. That will answer well—bet-
ter than in real name. I’ll come to-morrow
morning; t1 1 then, adieu.”

The masked stranger turned and glided from
the Cone, leaving the old trapper alone with his
thoughts.

Bu denly he was aroused by a footstep behind
him

He turned quickly, hoping to encounter the
form of his beloved young companion, Hawkeye

Harry.
Bu he was disappointed. It was Red Wing,
the Fox chief.

“ Ah, ’tis you, chief,” he said. “ I have had a.
strange vis1tor to—night. But, come, sit you
down. I have a proposition to make to you—a
pro osition whic is to be spiced with Sioux
sc pa, and man beautiful presents.”

A grim smile 'tted over the stoical features
of the chief, as be seated himself before the old
trapper.

CHAPTER IX.
A PERILOUS SITUATION.

HAWKEYE HARRY’S emotions became terrible
as be gazed down into the pale, u turned face
of Nora Gardette, and saw the tide of life
flowing from the wound which his own hands
had inflicted

Her eyes were closed, the long, droo ing lash-
es resting upon the pale checks. The i stood
sli htly a revealing the white pear y teeth;
an the little nds my limp and ii eless at her
side. An expression of pain had settled u n
the lovely face, whose contour was as delica ly
defined as though it had been chiseled from Pa-
rian marble. .

The young ran r sat like one in a trance—
as motionless as t e form that lay in his arms.

Slowly he regained his presence of mind; then
he turned his attepiggolnm ttli1 the giaidfin’s wouiid.
A of‘joyesca ' 'psw en e sawt at
whcirh had he noticed it before, would have
saved him a terrible pang of agony. The wound
was not a deep one; the skull was not injured.
the bullet having cut through the beautiful hair
and plowed a furrow through the scalp behind.
This Harry saw at a glance, and a low sigh and
a slight motion of the body soon told him that
his surmises were true.

“ Thank God, she lives!” he cried.

'Then dipping some water. in the palm of his
hand, he began laving her brow.

The maiden stirred slightly, and o nin her
6 es, gazed in bewilderment around, 1; en c osed

em

The young man continued the a plication of
water to the brow, and poured a ew drops be-
tween the pearly teeth. -

In a few minutes she opened her eyes 11,
and attem ted to rise. But her head sunk k
upon the throbbing breast of the young ran er.

“ Rest easy, Miss Nora,” he breathed in er
W; (c you are safe, and, thank God, not much
nor badl in 'ur .

She  with a little sigh, and  around
heras if trying to recall her Situation. Then
she raised her eyes, and gazing up into the face
of her companion, demanded:

‘ ‘ Where am 1!”

Hawkeye Harry told her.‘ _ ”

“Then you rescued me from the Indians, she

said. _

“Yes; and I came near taking your life. It
was I that shot you»-—”

“ You?” cried the maiden.

“Yes' I thought it was the Indian who was
wrap in the robe, and you in the red shawl.”

A aint smile played about the lips of the
maiden, as she replied:

“The savage took a fancy to the red shawl
and, taking it from me, donned it himself an
put his robe around me. But, oh, how my head
pains me !”

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he said “that must be bound up; then we will
t and get away from this spot.”

ora. took from her pocket a linen handker-
chief, which the youth carefully bound around
hcr head, so as to stench the flow of blood.

He then arose to his feet and was about to
step ashore, when his ear suddenly caught the
crash of hoofcd feet approaching through the
woods from the south.

.“ I’m afraid we’re in danger, Nora,’,’ he said,
as he sprung ashore. “ We will have to cross in
the canoe to the opposite side of the river, and
conceal ourselves in the depths of the woods.”

Removin the bridle from his horse, he turned
it loose. T e trained beast had already detect-
ed the approaching danger, and sniffed the air.
His master led him to the water’s edge, and, by
command, he plunged into the river, and swim-
ming to the oppOsite shore, dashed away into
the woods.

Reé‘ntering the canoe, Hawkeye Harry took
up the paddle and headed the craft toward the
other bank. ‘

A rod or two above the point where the horse
had reached the opposite shore, a small bayou
put into the river. It was as many as three
rods wide, and uite deep. Along its edges grew
a fringe of ree s and water-willows, extending
quite a rod out into the (lee 't water on either
side, thus leavin a channe up the center that
was unobstmc .

Hawkeye Harry saw at once what an admira—
ble retreat the bayou oflered, 80 up it he ran his
canoe several rods, then turned at right-angles
and pushed in toward the east shore. Leamn
over the prow of the canoe, he carefully rtefi
the reeds and branches overhead as he drew the
little craft throu h the opening thus made, tak-
in great care the not a single blade was broken,
or sit in an unnatural tion.

After he had pulled h canoe well in among
the reeds, he entered a small opening just large
enough for the canoe to rest inwithout touching
the water-stalks. Above, the long, dagger-like
blades drooped over from all sides, forming a
beautiful archway or covering over them.

In this little arbor the youth permitted the
canoe to rest. He concluded to wait here until
he learned what dangers menaced them before
advancing further.

They had been in this retreat but a few min-
utes when they heard voices. Peering out
through the network of green, Harry saw a.
large party of mounted Sioux Indians, standing
upon the bank in r consultation.

It was Black B alo and his band andin
their midst was a prisoner bound and fettered.
He was an Indian, and Han reco ' him at
once as the cowardly Sac—- ora’s ate captor.

Keeping a steady eye upon their movements.
the youth saw some of them dismount an
search the ground closely. He then saw them
gather in a knot near the place where the
youth’s horse had entered the river, and point
and gesticulate in a significant manner.

In a few minutes half ‘* a dozen warriors

rung into the river and swam to the op to
20m. They searched the bank until they ound
where the horse had crossed. But whether they
knew that the horse had not a burden upon his
back and a hand to
knew not; but that they su
the truth was evident, for
up the horse’s trail.

Another consultation was now held, which
ended in their all dismounting and making such
arran ements as convinced the young ranger
that t ey were going into a temporary encamp-
ment.

This caused him no little uneasiness. Had he
been alone, he would not have cared; but when
he d upon the little form nestled at his side,
an her sweet, pretty face and dark eyes up-
turned to his confldingly—resting with an ap-
parent sense of security under his stron arm—
it was an apfial that his manhood ooul not re-
gardtoo hig

With a ste y eye he watched the red-skins.
He soon saw a number of the savages (1686.117
down the stream and some up the stream. hat
this movement indicated, he was unable to tell,
but,.m the course of an hour, he saw two canoes
comm up the stream, and still a few minutes
later, e saw another commg down. Then he
knew. that it was the canoes the red-skms' had
gone in search of; and his fears were at once
aroused, for he knew what might be expected
now.

Several minutes he watched the Indians;
then turning his gaze upon Nora, he said:

“We are now in great danger, Nora, yet by
extreme caution we may elude our enemies.
It’d require a keen pair of e was to see us in this
spot, but the mvages all lave keen eyes and

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ears and should one come near, do not utter a
war nor move even if he discoversus. And
prepare yerself to witness dark deeds—such as:
may cause your soul to revolt with terror for
I shall fight to the last to save you— Ah!”

The light di of an oar caught his ear, and
called forth 1; e exclamation. On peering
through the foliage he saw a savage in a canoe
skirting alon the reeds.

‘ What is i , Hawkeyel” asked the maiden.

“ An Indian coming t is we , and I expect
he’s looking for our trail. But, at him come.”
and the youth took his side tomahawk and laid
it at his feet.

“Oh, Hawkeye!” said the maiden, in a tone
that showed how great was her reliance on the
youth, “ you are a brave and noble man, and
are running many risks for me. But, my father
willnreward you well for all your kindness to-
me.

Hawkeye Herr smiled as be down into
the sweet young ace of themai en. The blood
leaped in stron currents through his veins.
Her gentle wo had added a new power to
the passion of love that was wing within his
blrgalst. a. moment of impetuosity, he re—
p i :

“The boon that my heart alread craves for
my services in your behalf, Nora, ls (priceless;
and none but you, and you alone, coul bestow
it u 11 me. Yet, it’s not likely that a young
girl ike you would bestow sucha giftonarough,
uneducated trapper like me."

Involuntarin the maiden raised her e es un-
til they met those of her companion. S e half
suspected what he was aiming at, and a faint
blush suffused her face. To Harry it spoke
plainer than words, but her lip, tremulous with.
emotion, 0 had, and she asked:

“ What is that gift, Harry?"

“ Your love.”

The face of the maiden flushed crimson, and
the long, dark lashes drooped shvly. Hawkeye
Harry saw her lips quiver with some d , in~
ward emotion, then 0 n tospeak. The youth’s
heart ceased its wild utter. It was an evontful
mongndt tlaqo him. lbut létlalfore the first weir-dbhad
esca. oras pa ey were start e( a
noise in the dry reeds—a quick noise, resemblin
the .“t-wash ” of ascythe through the beardeg

grain.

Harry glanced uickl around and saw the
Indian before men on , in the canoe, moving
along the edge of the reeds, and ever and anon
th I a ong lance into the stalks, as though
feeling for a hidden enemy. It was this that

uced that peculiar sound that prevanted
ora’s reply.

Harry watched the Indian closely, and as he
saw_ him approach nearer nearer, he felt
no httle uneasiness through a fear that the red~
skin might thrust his lance into their covert.

As a shield to her, in case he did, the outh

uickly and silently interposed his body be can
t e maiden and the Indian. In this he was not
a moment too soon.

There came a sudden twash through the reeds;
there. was a. vivid flash before H ’s eyes;
then he felt a shag), stinging sensation upon
his cheek. He coul scarcel restrain an ex~
clamation, for it was the t of the Indian’s
lance that had just touc ed his face and
punctured the skin. A little at of blood spurt-
ed from the wound, but, wi t presence
of mind, the outh ke t quiet an watched the
movements 0 the In ian, whose body was par—
tially visible. At the same time, he was satisfied
that he and Nora could not be seen in the aha»
dows of the dense growth around him.

The young trapper was not a little surprised
to see the Indian examine the point of his
lance as soon as he had withdrawn it from the

3.

Was it possible that his sense of feeling was
so sensitive as to have felt the touch of the Wea-

n upon the young man’s cheek? Why does

e stare so at the paint of the lance‘l—why does
he start?

Ah! his keen eyes detect something u the

mm W n—blood la—that told of t e pres
ence of a li g creature within the reeds!

The situation had indeed become 

The savage laid his lance down, and rising to
his feet, peered, With brows contracted, into the
dense forest of stalks and overshadowing ver—
dure. But, Harry was satisfied that his game
did not penetrate their covert—of this he was
soon convinced. The red-skin did not seem
satisfied With his ocular search, for, turning the
prow of the canoe, he reached forward, and;
parting the reeds, began draw' the craft in
amon them in the same manner t he had a:-
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he now saw that discovery was unavoidable.
But, he pre ed himself for the worst.

“ ora,” said, in a whisper to the maiden,
“an Indian is ap roac us, and our safety
depends much on ence. e(your eyes if you
would not witness a bloody de .”

As he concluded, the youth grasped the handle
of his tomahawk, ready for action.

Nora, shuddering turped her head and buried
her face in her 

Slowly the savage approached—so silently
that he created not a sound.

Within half an arm’s length of our friends’
canoe. the Indian’s came to a stand.

The); with tomahawk in hand, he leaned
Eoghtly forward and peered into the little or-

r‘ .

Hawkeye Harry saw the pupils of his black,
scintillatin eyes dilate With intense gazing,
and knew t at he Was waiting for them to be-
come accustomed to the shadows of the covert.
He could see the Veins standing out upon his
naked arms and breast, and the workings and
twitching of the facial muscles—all engendered
by fear, uncertainty and expectancy.

Thus they remained for a moment; then the
eyes of Hawkeye Harry and the savage met in
an unflinchin and deadly raze. .

Not a we nor a soun escaped the lips of
either. But, together their murderous toma-
hawks.rose; together they fell.

CHAPTER X.
HENRI ROCHE OUTWImD.

' “ ROCHE! Henri Roche, in the name of God,
come here I” '

Had a voice called to Hem'i Roche from the
rave he would not hava started with more vio-
ence than when this voice fell upon his ears.

He gazed around him, his lips quivering with
fear and his face hastly white.

Half-sitting and
u an a little ass-plot near the edge of a creek,
t e outlaw c ief saw the figure of a woman,
hdressem d in faded garments, half-civilized and,

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If her voice had startled him with fear, then,

the ' ht of her face paralyzed him with terror;
and, he one in a stupor. he stood and gazed up-
on the reclining form that stared at him with
the stony, icy ook of a Corpse. '

The face was that of a woman. Her form
and face were wasted awa to emaciation, yet
her lid gard features and arge, mournful e

ere t relics of a once beautiful woman.

I She might have been forty, and she might.
have been lift

years of age. There were a
few threads 0 silver among her raven-black
tresses of hair. Her whole bein showed the in-
delible stamp of the destroying d of trouble
and sorrow.

Why should Henri Roche stare at a poor,
helpless woman, his teeth fairly chattering with
fear“

“Come nearer to me—come nearer, ‘Henri
Roche,” the woman called, seeing he did not
move. “Come: you need not fear me. I am
dyingrdying—the victim of your inhuman
treac cry and wickedness.”

Henri Roche breathed easier. Though the

, ' f, 'I voice and face of ' the woman had terrified him,

he felt easier when she said she was dying, for
her looks confirmed her words. His courage re-

' vived; he did not fear a dying woman, and ad-
vvvancing, he stepped near her and gazed down

into the pale, u turned face. v
It was then t he experienced that feeling
of terrible and solemn awe that we all experi-
ence when we stand by the death-bed and gaze
got? upggefihe cohlidhclammyf' ffiatures of p623:
g—a ’ngw 0 never ai initsa
t3 the hardest heart. p
Tnere was a settled expression upon the we-
man’s thin face“ Her thin nostrils were dilated
and urple. Her lips were bloodles and drawn
tigh y over the pearly teeth; and the eyes—oh,
‘who can paint the expression of the eyes of one
standing upon life’s brink, andflxed With a gaze,
looking beyond the grave into a new transdgu-
ration
“ Henri Roche."  ,
steers“ a.me “we 
no i e at you ‘ t us,
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“gee, It is ponible," replied the woman,‘

you, Henri Roche,” she broke
in, “ and Heaven has at length brought us face
No face. you- are the author of all my

" Wand sorrow.” 7
- “ a ilGr'ayf’H'e liedRoche, “you
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as Gee
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l«ivoth would ve
 I kept my we

I swore W‘, '

half-reclining against a rock .

Gray should never live with you, nor you with
him, as man and wife. You knew the hot, re-
vengeful blood of a Spaniard coursed my veins,
and should not have crossed me.”

“ But, Roche, I did not love on.”

“ Nor did on love Gray. t was his wealth
you marri This provoked me worse than
all; and when I saw you lavishing your affec—
tions on your ' flrst-born—the child of Willis
Gray—then I resolved to bleed your fickle heart
by stealin - that child and hiding it away where

on woul never find it. I did so—ay, more.
separated you and Gray! Mine, Cecil, has
been a glorious revenge!”

"Yes, yes; I admit it has, Roche,” returned
the woman with a wild, stony gaze that caused
him to shudder; “ I can suffer but a little while
lonrrer, and let me die content, happy, Roche.”

‘ If I can do anything to soothe your mind,
now that you are dying, I will do so ladly.”

" You can, by telling me if my chil still lives,
and if so, where she is.” '

A grim, triumphant smile overspread the face
of the outlaw, as he relplied:

" I am glad, Cecil, t at in your last moments
I can give you this information. But, had you
lived twenty years longer, I would never have
done so—no, never!”

“ 0h, Henri Roche! the Vengeance of Heaven
will fall as heavily upon your soul as your ven—
geance has fallen upon my heart. But tell me,
Ro‘che, is my child alive?”

“Thank God! Where is she?”

“I fear that information will brighten your
last moments but little, Cecil.”

“It is my dying request—pray tell me,” she
plead, with her thin; emaciated hands out—
stretched imploringly. ’

“She is,” said Roche, “in the Sioux village.
She is the adopted daughter of Black Buffalo
the chief. She has own to womanhood, and
is very beautiful, an when I reach the village
again she will become the wife of him her
mother rejected.”

A groan escaped from the woman’s lips, and
a fire of deadly vengeance flashed in her dark,
sunken eyes, as she replied:

“Henri Roche, harm one hair of her head
and Heaven’s wrath will fall upon you!”

Tlliedheartless outlaw smiled mockingly, then
rep ie : . ;

“You should not lpt such bitter words fall
from your lips, Cecil, when you are soon to be
summoned before the judgment bar. Let us
talk i’nore rationally now, forget the past,

“ Never! Go! leave me, heartless villain!”
lglauwoman cried. Go! your presence is hate-

Roche turned, like one walking in his sleep
and moved'awa in deep thought. This inter-
view had terrib y agitated him, and when adoz—
en steps away something forced him to stop.
turn and gaze, ck.

He started as he did so, with a low cry of sud-
den iear. '

He saw that he. had been terribly deceived—
outwitted. He beheld the sUpposed dying wo-
man stanxlin erect, and holdin , leveled at his
heart, a s l gleaming rifle, ong whose bar-
gglrfie caught the steady and deadly glow of her

.0 e.
Quic r as thought the villain step
Elie rifle cracked and the bullet sped

aside.
lossly

y him.

“Ha! ‘ha! Cecil!” laughed the villain; “ your
aim is like your deathbed—false, untrue—a de-
ception. Cunningly you wormed from me t 'e
secret of your child, but little goodiit will 0
you. You shall dog my footsteps no longer—
you shall die in earnest. You made a demon of
me and so I care not for human life.”-

The villain jerked his rifle to his shoulder and
leveled it upon the woman. ‘ .

Fear seemed to take 'on of the wild,
haggard-lookinifemale, and turning, she ran
toward the cree and leaped into the water.

The L1 raised rifle of the outlaw followed her
form. he sprun u n some dark object thrust
upward from the of the stream; then, with
a wild ~mock' laugh—before the outlaw could
fire—she sunk own from view in the creek, as
though it had opened to receive her.

Roche lowered his rifle in time to see the black
object upon which she had stepped sink down
in the stream also. Then for a moment followed
the hollow rush of water near the mysterious
spot, then all grew quiet, save the rush and roar
.of the rapids in the stream a few steps below.

For a moment Rochestood dumbfounded~ ter-
rified. But at last, he mustered u thecoura
to advance and examine ,the area where. e

 

woman had disappeared so mysteriously. He

 

saw the water was a little mudd , and that
ticles of sand and gravel had 11 distur
This was all. The bed of the creek presented a
firm solid ap arance.

What mys ry was there about this creek!
Was it haunted i—was that woman the spirit of
Cecil Gray!

The more Henri Roche meditated over the
matter, ear—the mystery the more complicated
his min became. At last his courage gave way,
and, filled with the most fearful a )prehensions,
he turned and fled from the spot—- ed as though
a hundred flends were in pursuit of him.

He never stopped running until he reached his
own camp.

“Boys we have got to move on, this very
night. 8 must reach Black Buffalo’s village
by to-morrow’s sunset. And I want you Du-
bois ”—turning to the guide——“to hasten own
the river until you come upon Black Buffalo’s

"trail, then follow him up until you overtake

him. Tell him to send half of his warriors at
least, to his village immediately, as they wi be
needed there to protect it. But, tell him not to
relinquish the search for the mung Hawkeye
and girl, until they are within ' power. For
that purpose he will need but a few men.
Away!” His orders were those of a man in
haste and anxiet .

Dubois caughtliis horse, and in a few minutes
was galloping down the river. Roche and the
rest of his y saddled up their jaded animals
and mount g,.were soon on their way tewar
the village of Black Buffalo, situated upon Lake
Okibogie several leagues to the northward.

‘ The sa face and mournful eyes of Cecil Gray
followed him—were ever present to his guilty
soul’s vision. ________
CHAPTER XI.
THE COMBAT IN THE WATER.

TOGETHER fell the tomahawks of the two at.

t onists—Hawkeye Harry and the savage.
here was a dull crash, a low moan followed

by a slight rustlinggd the dry reeds a shock of

the two canoes. ora raised her head to see

her youn protector leanin r slightly forward
upon one ee, unharmed. ‘ut in his hand be
c utched-a tomahawk whose edge was stained

with blood, and glancing 'ust beyond, a terri-
ble sight met her  ‘he savage, with c105
ven head, lay with ' body hanging partly out
of the canoe, while from the ghastly wound a
stream of blood was trickling into the water of
the bayou.

The escape from the Indian’s tomahawk was
miraculous. When both weapons descended,
the Indian was standin up; consetipently Har-
r ’s hatchet ierced t e savage’s rain before
1'. e wee. n o the redvskin had reached his an-
tagonists head. The blow threw the savage
backward, as the tomahawk descended so close
tohis face that he felt the wind. of its swift de-
scent.

“ I hope, Nora, you will not think hard of me
for taking human life, or rather the life of a
savage, w 'ch is but a grade higher than the
wild anther of the woods.”

“ o, Herr ,” responded the maiden, “I have
heard of the errors of border warfare. No one
could think hard of another for taking human
life in self-defense. But I know I am a burden
on your hands, and I fear I may yet cost you
your life.” _

“You are a burden, pretty hora,” said the
young man, in a moment of enthusiasm, “that
it affords me the greatest by of my life to bear.
Do not think otherwise. y only fears are that
Ican not serve you long enou b. If the In-
dians do not make further scare in the be. on,
we may esca e. But I am now afraid the the
absence of t eir companion may lead them to
investigate the cause.’ \

The young ranger now; proceeded to examine
their situation. He saw the savages movin .

along the edge of the river in canoes, an ~

some on the bank on foot, examinin every
stone and blade of grass for the trail. at that
which made Harry the most uneasy was a numv
ber ofrwaériors Standliig on the sthlpre witlrtlzeut:I
ees ix ,9. arent ,upon every
£11m the unfgiI'Jtunateysavage had enteredslge
dense chaparral of reeds.

He knew that, if the savage did not make his
appearance soon, they woul likely go in search
0 him; and, as the red-skin he. left a. broad
trail behind him where he entered the ‘
they would have no trouble in finding him; 50
the young ranger at once resolved to seek some
other int of security among the tall reeds.

lance and tomahawk, Harry parted. the ‘
before the prow of the canoe, and tilled. it
along through the opening thus mad: W

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great pains“ to rearran e the reeds to their natu-
ral 'tion when theygpassed to the rear of the
wall?“

In this manner he drew the canoe over two
rods from “here the dcad‘warrior lay Iand at I
last pulled the canoe into a little lade- ike spot ,‘
near." ten foot in diameter yot w ere the reeds ,
and ax; grew much taller, and their long,
slender lelcs, com'ting the sunshine and free-
dom of the owning, inclined inward all aroimd i
the edge of tho glad", thus forming a perfect
canopy of blades and stalks overhead, and a ,

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beautiful retreat.

In this place the young trap )er again tuck his
stand. But such a dense y of stalks now
intervened between them and the foo that the
latter could not be soon.

Here the fugitives would have to remain un-
til the Indians left, or they were enabled to
make their escape under cover of darkness.

The day wm'o away, and the shadows of even-
ing begun to. gather along the river. Our young
friends began to breathe more freely. The '
would soon be enabled to move from their peri , l
although the Indians still retained their posi— I
tion upon the river-bank. ,

The wind had sprung up, and b dark was ‘
blowing a brisk gale from the sent 1. The sky
was overcast with clouds that foretold a dark
night, if not one of drizzling, autumnal rain, so
common at this season of the year. ,

Being to the windward, Hari could hear an
occasional sound above the rust in!r ol’ the reeds
that told him the Indians were still on tho river-
bank," and at the moment when the young
ran (‘l'“‘1\:lfll\011li to begin his retreat from the
reed); he hoard tho plush of ours ‘in the midle
of the bayou, not ten paces from where they
were concealed.

The red-skins were scarchhig either for them
or the absent warrior—p crhaps both!

The plush of cars continued along the reeds
in the bayou, and finally grew more numerous,
but not a. word could be heard from the lips of
the occu ants. Finally he heard the raking of
a canoe in among he reeds and knew from the
location of the sound that the Indians had found
where their dead comrade had entered the ,
thicket, and were following his trail. T his fact
was soon confirmed. by a. low exclamation of
surprise and suppressed indignation, which told
Hairy that the body of the savage had been
feun . .

Not a. sound save the rustle of the dry reeds
anl stalks could be board after this discovery;
but the silence bodod ill. \Varning Nora of
their impending peril, the young ‘ruzzgor put
every faculty upon the alert.

'1 An hour stole b ', when his kecn car detected
alight plush on t water near the canoe. Ho
fixed his eyes upon the darkness, and was not a
little surprised to see two dull scintillating orbs
of fire glowing through the do. knees not over
three yards from the canoe. boy were close
upon the surface of the water, and just back of
them ’he could soon. dark, spherical object which
.he Was satisfied. was“ the head of an Indian,
whose body was submerged in the water.

Silently Harry grasped the dead warrior’s
lance, With the determination of using it upon
the cunning rod-6km. 1

Drawing the weapon back, he thrust it for-
ward with all his strength.

A savage yell of agony peeled out.upon the
night-air, ahnost chilling the blood in N ora’s.
veins. But like a heroine, she uttered no word
of aflright, but nestled closer to the “)rnl of her

Harry aimed the lance so as to pierce the
savage’s breast and from the desperate tugging
at the wee. n e knew his aim had been true.

He quic y relinquished his hold upon the
lance, and seized t 9 cars to flee, for he knew
the death-wail of e savage would soon bring
others upon them. But, at this instant, Nora
caught the outlines of a pair of Ion arms that
were thrust outward from the reeds hind him;
then she felt Harry dragged from her Side out
into the water with a crash, where a fearful
stru 19 at once began. .

Tileg brave and no le girl, obeying the injunc-
tion of the young ran er, never uttered a sound,
but with her bands 0 asped over her heart she
mentally prayed, with all the fervcnc cl her

i soul for the merciful Father 0 spare
{be lire‘of Ifawke 0 Harry.

The struggle be ween t 6 youth and the un-
known foe—which was a savage. of course—be-
came des te. Neither uttereda word or cry.
But the ouuderin in the water: the crashing
ot'the reeds; the all thumping of the blows;

 

that it ,wat a deadly 0 ct.
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fear, and when she had invoked Heaven’s pro-
tection on the youmr rangcr’s life, she leaned
forward and strainedhcre cs throu h the dark-
mess, in hopes of seing i she co (1 not help
Ilarr '. But she could see nothin 1'. She could
only listen to the awful sounds an pray—pray
for Harry’s deliverance.

Oh! it wasa fearful moment for that young
girl—a moment of agonizing suspense—such us
is never erased from mcmory.

For several moments the struggle continued,
but, finally, the blows came fewer and fcoblor.
Then there came a quick, heavy gasping, a low,
gur ’ling sound, and the noise gradually ccascd.
Oh, mavens! ono of the combatants was drown-
in r. l'yllil'hv one?

lVas it the Indian? was it Hawkcyo Harry?

Nora asked herself these questions, that were
echoed in agony from her heart.

She longed to call out to Harry to know if he
were the victor, but her rescnce of mind told
her that such an act would) only increase Harry’s
(langcr if he were alive. , .

She waited. Oh, what moments of tortur-
ing ngon y! The wind had ccusod rustling tho

1 rccds, as if to loud silent terror to the moment.

A dccn silence rcigned—a silence as drcad as
that of the grave.

Ten minutes passed by. .

Then to the ears of Nora Gardetto came a faint
sound; like that of a living creature druo'ging it-
self through the water. It was approac‘lnng tho
canoe in which she sat. .

“'as it an Indian, or was it Harry? was it
either? She tried to speak the youth‘s mum-—
to ask if he were alivo~but llt‘l‘,liml;;ll() r4 fused
to perform its oilicc; it was paralyzed with tor-
ror and suspense.

Motionlcsu, and with dilated eyes, the maiden
sat and, listened and watched. She knew not
whether she would be seized the next momcnt
by a savage, or receive the joyful tidings of
Harry's victory and escape. It was a struggle
between hope and fear—the most terrible mo—
ment of her 'oung life.

(Z‘loscr um closer she heard that dragging
sound up )l'OuL‘ll. Then she felt a vibratory

shock of t 10 canoe, such as would be )roduccd.

by a hand coming in contact with it. Then
she saw a dark form risc‘ nbgve the rim of tho
calnoe, closely followed by two dull, glowing
or ~

Tho one she readily s‘aw was a human head
and tho otlicl‘ the eyes.

Was it liarryl i

Sh!) loamcd forward, and involuntarily bent
foruurd until her face almost came in contact
with that of the unknown, and peered into the
scintillating eyes. , '

She started quickly back. It was the head
and face of an Indian—a hideous—painted In-

ian!

Unable to restrain her emotions longer nature
broke beyond its bounds and a scream of terror
peeled from the lips of ora Gardotte.

CHAPTER XII.
WAS CLOUDED HEART .A. TRAITOR?

THE morning sun arose clear and warm in a
cloudless sky, and shone with unusual brilliancy
upon the little lndian village of Red Wing. The
Vlllagers wore astir quite early, for the chief,
with a number of his warriors, was to accom-
pan Old Optic and the masked stranger, Cloud-
ed cart, to the Sioux village to assist in rescu-
ing‘ their children from captivity.

he chief had selected thirty of his best war-
riors for the expedition, and had them “ rig ed ”
out in all the panoply of the war- ath. lach
brave was prov1ded with a pony, an well armed
for the occasion.

Old Optic provided a pony for Clouded Heart,
who made his appearance soon after daybreak,
mufllcd and masked as on the previous night.

The party was soon mounted, and filing out
of the va lay, took their course northward
throu h the woods in single file with the exce
tion 0 Old Optic and Clouded heart, who r 0
Side by aide in the rear of the cavalcade.

The old trapper was now enabled to scan the
form of his masked companion more close] .

He was rather under medium size, an was
dressed In a half-civilized and half-savage garb.
The hands and feet were small, yet the former
were bromicd to the hue of an Indian. The
head was still covered with a kind of hood, and
the face With a leathern mask, through the
holes of which the eyes leamed like balls of
fire. The mask was so fastened to the hood
that neither wind nor accident could displace

it.
fro the old trapper it was strange that this
still stranver being would not rmit his face to
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success in rescuing his child depended upon'
keeping his face concealed. In fact, it was a
litt e mysterious to the old trapper, and he
could not, for some unknown reuse in]:
otherwise than that the fellow woul bear
watching. He would not have put any confi-
dence in him at all, had it not been for the
truthful revelation he had made to him of his
past life. It was this also that forced the con-
viction u n him that his story in regard to
his child hang a captive in the Sioux village
was true.

The two con rsod as they rode along onvln-
cidcntul topics, t ough the masked stranger was '.
not overly communicative, and seldom entered
upon any new subject. At times, however, Old
Optic caught his glowing eyes fixed upon him
through his mask with a strange, mysterious

light.

f‘Havo on any hopes of us reCoverin our
children, louded Heart?” the old trapper n.1-
ly asked.

“ I have, friend tra per ” replied the stranger;
“the ma ority of t e ioux warriors, under
Black Bu 1110, are away on the war-. th now,
and if we reach the vill 0 before their return,
we may uccom lish the o ject of our expedition
withwjmuch ro‘ublc.”

“1 'll take ncarly two days to reach their
town,” said Old Optic in a tone devoid of all his
former rudeness; “ int, by traveling after
nightfall, we would in much time. But
Clouded Heart, how di( you learn that my child
is a captive among,' the Sioux?"

“I lcm'ncd it from the l'ps of the destro er of
your home and ha ')plllCSS, said Clouded cart,
and be fixed his g owing eyes upon the trapper
with a steady, inquiring gaze.

“Ah! then you know who it was that Won
the atl’ections of my false-hearted wife?”

“False-hearted I ’ Ire outed Clouded Heart. .
“Friend trapper you to the memory of your
wife injustice. dho was not false to you.”

“ Man i” exclaimed the old trapper, “what

‘ authority or proof have you for this assertion?"

“The authority with which truth endow:
every mortal, and the ll‘OOl' of many. No;
your wife and child WH‘O- ured from their home
on the Ohio by a man whom she rejected go
who wedded lyou. The villain know that y u.
were absent ‘rom home on business, and tool:
the opportunity for revenge upon an and your
wife. He forced a letter purpo: ' to come
from o‘u. It stated that you were Mving vs
111 in he town of Nauvoo, on the lining
and that you Wanted her to hasten forthwi to
your bedside. She started, poor deluded woman,
to nurse her beloved husband. But, when near
her destination, she was seized b a. band or
outlaws and carried away and so (1 to the In-
dians. What was the result? You returned
home and found your wife and child gone, and
such false evidence as convinced you that she
had forsaken you for the love of another. But
it was all a lie, friend tra apex; a damnablo lie.”

“And this you know be a fact, Clouded
Heart—a solemn fact, do you t”

“ A solemn fact,’ responded the masked
stran r. d th t "

‘O ,God!”groane e taper.

“ ’Tis sad,” added Clouded 123mm “ for, friend
trapper, I have experiencod a sorrow similar to
yours in many magnets.” , ‘
f {‘l‘hen, (i‘loudei3 ngaé‘t, you have without;

e t sympat . at, on say my 0 an
child were so d to the Ind ans?”

“ I said so, but it was only the child that was
sold. Your wife—”

“Where is she?” gasped the old trapper.

“If you succeed in rescuing your daughter,
who has grown to womanhood they say, she
will tell you what has become of her poor, perJ
secuted mother, and will probably confirm all
that I have told you.”

“Oh, God! is this ible? It sounds so
much like a fearful dream, Clouded Heart, that
it startles me. But what rises me most is’
how 'ou know all this.”

“I may, friend trap r; but, as I told you
before, I learned it all rpm the lips of the man
who destroyed your home and happiness.” .

“ Does that person hve?”

“ He does.”

“ And do I know him?” ‘-

“His mung ixsstflgiri Roche.” -

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had known Roche inthe East ngm anatomy
but as a gambler and prohigate. A cloud
of vengeance thered over his face; then

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I '.- go di 'uised’l This was a rplexing ques-
tion. I Bu once, when he saw he flashing orbs
of the stranger fixed 11 ion him, a dark suspicion
crossed his mind, and a could scarcely restrain
himself from tearing the mask from his face.
His better judgment prevailed, and if the mask-
ed stranger was Henri Roche, be resolved to
keep an eye upon his movaments, and endeavor
’o fathom the mysteries of his strange actions.

No more was said about the painful matter,

Mt the old tra pcr showed much uneasiness

lild great impat once.

The cavalcade moved on. and about noon it
debouched into a great prairie, stretching away
in title undulation for leagqu and leagues.

cross this prairie the party took its course
and just at sunset they struck a small wooded
stream, that‘found its source in Lake Okibogie.

U n this stream .the party went into camp,
for ere they could obtain water and grazing
for their animals. '

The ni ht passed without any excitement
and by ybreak the band was mounted an
moving onward, following the course of the
stream northward.

01d tic and Clouded Heart rode together,
as usu , and as they were now appro g
n discussing the

. the Siouxurillo , they be
Wplans toe ectthe ob t of theexpedi-
on.

As it was not known what force they would
havo to contend with, they could settle upon no
definite course of action, until after they had
ascertainod the strength of the enemy.

The second da Was nearly half-gone, and the

party had' ust s (pped at noon, when one of the
guards su denl escried a party of horsemen
Mapin over plain directly toward them.

Were hey Sioux?

The question passed from lip to lip, and great
txcitement prevailed. ‘
I The  was over two miles away, and,

withou a oubt, were Sioux or pahoes.

Red W shook his plumed head ominously,
then, turum to his warriors, bade them pre-
pare for hat a. a

They had halted in a little clump of cotton-
WOod treeson the banks of the stream. This
would aflord them a temporary screen, and
with rifle in hand, the savages crouched among
the trees, waiting the approach of the enemy.

Old Optic noticed the Clouded Heart seemed
uneasy, and believing that all was not right, he
resolved to keep a watch upon his movements
for the suspicion that the masked stran r mi
led him'into a trap now entered his min .

The old trap r noticed that Clouded Heart
kc t a close we h upon the a proachmgnparty,
an when it suddenly swap into la v1 w
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vye’into plain view of the horsemen, and tak-
u a red scarf from his bosom, waved it above

head.
“Traitor!” burst in fierce accents from Old
Optic’s lips, and the next moment his rifle was
leveled full at the breast of Clouded Heart.

CHAPTER XIII.
THROUGH FIRE.

As Nora’s cry rung sharp! out over bayou
nndriver the savage gras the rim of the
canoe an em ed to raise himself from the
water into the craft: but scarcely had the maid-
en’s scream died away, when there came a
flounder through the water and reeds, followed

the dull crash of a blow; then from the li

e ed a. all of death that fair y
froze the b oodmi‘r‘i1 Nora}; veins. /
, She felt the cunning red-skin reloase his bold
fipon the canoe and fall backward like a leaden
weight, while to the eyes of the distressed maid-
en another form appeared It approached the
canoe, and seizing hold of it, threw itself into
the era . ,
“ Nora!” ,
The maiden could scarcely repress a cry of
Joy. It was the voice of Hawks 9 Harry! -
‘Oh, Harry! I was so ’frai you had been
slain! My pra era for your deliverance have
been answered But, are you hurt?”

“ Nota bit of i little one! Ididn’t t even a

scratch, but I an awful tussle wi h the red
Varmint.” .
." But our clothes are wet, Harry, and you

'will is lly and cold,” she replied.

“ 0, little girl: our danger will require such
active work as will keep m blood warm. This
to me. Macy’s time I’ve lain in

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once—ah! I hear the red-skins now, approach-
infIr through the reeds!”

This convcrsation had been carried on in a
low tone, and was interrupted by a crushing
through the dry reeds. .

Takmga ,position in the prow of the canoe,
the young ranger began parting the reeds be—
fore him and ( rawin the canoe through the
o nin g thus made e had roceeded a couple
0 rods under cover of this minute forest, when
he stopped to listen.

He could hear the Indians talking in excited
tones over the dead bodies of their comrades.
He also learned that they were in doubt as to
the force of the enemy, and that they had heard
Nora’s scream.

The youth listened intently in hopes of find-
ing on the course the savages intended to pur-
sue to dislodge their enemy; but in this he was
disapgointed. He heard them, however, lift—
ing e lifeless forms of their friends into their
canoes, and then move away toward the shore.

Hawkeye now felt satisfied that the savages
would resort to some other means of dislodging
them from their covert, though he could form
no idea. what that recourse would be: for their
stock of ex dients was inexhautibles.

No time, owever, was to be lost in etting
from that wilderness of reeds and sh e. So
he applied himself vigorously to work. He had
now reached a point where it was more diflicult
to proceed; the reeds, out from the dense sha-
dows of the over-hanging trees were sere and
brown with autumn’s touch, and the water not
being so deep, was obstructed with flakes of
moss and tufts of rank, tall wire-grass.

Still he worked on, evar and anon stoppin
tolisten; but the wind was rising again an
ro ' throu h the reeds and forest, and
drowning all at er sounds.
ing of the enemy, Their silence made him all
the more uneasy. He knew they were not idle,
and suddenly, when he had taken into considera-
tion the tinder-like dryness of the reeds and
$858, and the stron head-wind blowing across
be bayou, a terribe fear took possession of

1m.

Liloe one whose life depended upon his ac-
tions, the youth pulled away at the canoe, and
now, in is impatience, anxiety and fear,
every foot of the way seemed to grow more Oh—
structed.

. Suddenly a cry of terror burst from Nora’s

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The young ranger turned uickly. It re-
quired no words to tell him t e cause of the
maiden’s aflright.

His worst fears had been realized.

The savages had fired the reeds to the wind-
ward of them! One dense ball of red flame,
reaching almOBt to the tree-tops, came rolling
“over the miniature wilderness toward them with

a roar.
blEscape before that sheet of flame was impossi-

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Two minutes more, and the bayou will be
st 'pged of its fringe of reeds to the water’s
edge y that devouring billow of roaring, hiss-
ing, crackling flame!

CHAPTER XIV.
A manner. MOMENT.

DEATH stared the two fugitives in the face—
death by the flames. They could not flee; the
water Was beneath them and the reeds around
them. Oh, it was awful thus to perish. All
the terrors of a lifetime were compressed into a
moment’s duration.

_ And the fire! 'It was a. sight as grand as ter-
rible; and, with blanched face and glaring eyes
Hawkeyle Harr sat and gazed upon t 9 re
wave t at won (1 soon envelop him and the
fair bein at his side. ‘

“Oh, arry! we will perish l” ,

The maidcn’s words started the outh from
his stupor, and, as he gazed down ingotger face
now appearing ghostly in the lurid ht, and
saw her nestling closer to him as if for protec-
tiOn his manhood was aroused and his usually
quick inventive mind put to a terrible test.

. He gazed quickly around. There was no pos-
s1ble chance of escape but something must
be_ done. His eyes ell u n Nora’s shawl.
Seizmg it, he lun ed it in the water at the
same time bid ng ore. to throw herself in the
bottom of the canoe.

The half-terrified maiden quickly obe ed, and
the next moment she felt the wet shaw thrown
over her form. She saw the youth’s object—it
was to save her. v

“ This is your only salvation, Nora,” he
said. and then reach' out, be grasped several
handfuls of mossrtha lay upon the surface of
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great flakes, he spread it over the maiden, also
permitting it to trail over each rim of the canoe
to rotcct its sides from the flames.

be r girl found herself unable to move
under or wet, dripping cover ofsshnwl and
moss. '. '

Setting his rifle in one end of the canoe, the
youth bade Nora not to attem t to remove her
protection until the .fire ha passed, then he
sprung out into the bayou and hastened to se-
cure himself.

On rolled the billow of flame, that gathered
strength and volume as it advanced.

Close to the water’s surface the dr reeds were
shaven by the flame, which swept before it
like a so the. No smoke hovered over the fire’s
trail. he wind drove it on, in advance of the
flame. Behind the fire, the water was black
with ashes and studded with a million tiny

sake that lingered upon the burnt stubs near
t 16 surface of the water only for a moment,
then died out, leaving the darkness unbroken.

Close upon the fiery heel of the flame crept
three canoes. Their occupants were savages~
ten in number.

A li ht of fiendish triumph glowed in the
small, asilisk e es of that ten; and their half—
nude forms an painted faces made them ap-~

grotesque and demon-like in the glare of
he burning reeds.

Eagerl hey glanced over the surface of the
water, w are it had been cleared of reeds, for
the canoe, or writhing forms of their hidden en.

em .

Si'iddenly a cry of joy burst from their lips;
The flames swept b a canoe that lay rocking
like a cradle upon t e surface of the water.

Like arrows the canoes of the savage fiends
shot toward the little stranger-craft.

They ran alongside of it are the fire was ten
feet awa . E rly they gazed within it. No
sign of ‘ ewast ere. But in the front of the
canoe reclined a rifle, whose barrel was glim—
mering with heat, and in the canoe and over its
sides was a. heap of moss, smoking with heat and
steam.

Gray Hawk, second in rank to Black Buffalo,
and his warriors sat motionless for several min-
utes, and gazed in astonishment and bamed tri-
umvph, around them. i

here was the enemy ,that they hadexpected
to find? The had not escaped from the reeds, ‘
for warriors been posted all around the be-
you. '
Again the chief flxed his eyes upon the canoe
and steaming moss, as thou h 10th to believe
that an enemy was not in i Then, reaching
out, he took hold of the moss and began drag-
g‘lillfi it out. ‘ .gai

ttle b little the warm and. not mess was
removed rom the craft and thrown overboard.

As the last of the moss was taken away a cry
of surprise burst from the chief’s lips. In the
bottom of the canoe appeared the outlines of a
human form wrapped in a red blanket or shawl.

Amen the savages was the outlaw guide, Ul-
ric Dubo , who had joined the Indians shortly
after dark havmg come directly from the camp
of Henri Roche with the captain’s message to
Black Buffalo, who, with most of his warriors,
had set pit for his village leaving Gra Hawk
to continue the search for the and on ,and
Hawkeye. Dubois had remained to assist in
the search, and no sooner did his eyes fall upon
the red object in the canoe than he recognized id
as the crimson shawl of Nora Gardette.

He at once reached out and pulled it away,
and there, '31 the bottom of the canoe, they saw
a rostz'ate and motionless form.

‘It’s her!” cried Dubois. “It’s the
Hawk, that the dumed boy stole

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‘ Vaugh !” exclaimed the chief; “ she’s dead 1"

“ I b’lieve not chief ” returned Dubois; “she
war well protected. he finance couldn’t get to
her through that mom an shawl, and both
soakin’ wet. Lift her up, chief, lift her up.”

Gray Hawk sp into the canoe and raised
the motionless form in his arms.

A cry burst from his lips. She was not dead-—
the flames had not touched her, so swiftly did it
pass by. She had swooned, no doubt from par-
tial suffocation and fear.

The chief dipped up some water in the hollow
of his hand and dashed it into her face, while ‘
Dubors produced a small flask of brandy, and

. ured a few drops of the liquid between be!

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Signs of returning consciousness were at on
made manifest, by a slight convuldon of

Bit where now was youn Hawkeye? Did
not Henri Roche char Blac Bufl'alo‘ to cap-
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'been in the reeds, and had secured Nora before
he left. This they knew beyond the shadow of
a doubt, for Dubois recognized the rifie‘found
With the maiden as the same Hawkeye Harry
had in his possemion the night he came to their
encampment on the prairie. ,

“ Let my warriors search for Hawkeye,” said
the chief; “he is not far away; his hands laid
the green moss over the maiden before he left.
He is cunning as the fox, and is hard to kill. If
he was cunnin' enough to save the niniden’s life,
he Would not ail tosave his own. ”

By this time the fire had reached the northern
extreniit of the bayou, and was dying out.
But, in o 'ence to their chief’s command, the
warriors searched the be on over for the oung
trapper, but their searc was in vain. nd at
last, when the light of the burning reeds died
out, they turned their canoes and struck for
their encampment on the river-bank.

Slowly Nora Gardette came back to life, and
when she had fully regained consciousness, she
found herself upon a couch of blankets andskins
before a glowing fire,

In trying to collect her bewildered thoughts
and recall her situation, or mind reve to
Hawkeye Harry, and, ut ring a low cry, she
sprung to her feet.

A heav hand was laid upon her arm, and a
voice sai , in a deep, guttural tone: \

“Let the pale—face maiden rest . She
cannot escape. She is in the power and the

cam of Gray Hawk.”

\ 1th flashingheyes No turned upon the sav-
age. She saw or situa n in a moment, but
she did not give way under it. Seem, defiance
and indignation seemed to have gained complete
ascendancy over her womanly fears and gentler
emotions, the instant the savage spoke. She
was surprised, herself, that she possessed so
much com'ago and intrepidity.

For a moment she stood and faced the chief—
faced him until he was compelled to shrink
away; then her eyes turned and scanned each
form around her'with a look that spoke plainer

than words.
was not there. Had be

But Hawkeye IIar
escaped the flames? he felt that he had, and a

‘ silent prayer of joy and thankfulness came up

from her young heart.

In her inquiring glances and the faint smile
that came to her , lips, Gray Hawk seemed to
have reai the maiden’s thought and emotions.

“ You need not look for t 1e omig Hawkeye
around our camp-lire. His y lies yonder in
the bayou, and his scal ha at the 'rdle of
Gray Hawk.” and wit a g ow of he lish tri-
umph upon his broad, painted, saisual face he
tapped, with his finger, a rceking scalpdock that
hung at his girdle.

Brt it was the last falsehood that Gray Hawk
was destined to utter, for the next moment he
uttered a low cry, and fell dead at the feet of
the maiden.

CHAPTER XV.
0 N 'r H a 'r R A I L.
, Aran earl hour on the morning followimr
the night of t o evonts at the bayou, a arty of
horsemen broke camp on the great pra' e many
miles south of Boyer lake.
They were white men, and with a few 6X03}?-

, tions Were dressed alike—in the uniform of e

" fact t 'swas the case.

United States Dragoons. They were well arm-
ed and mounted upon animals that showed they
had been hard pressed. 1 _ ,
At the head of the compan , With long, regu-
lar and apid strides, a. man reused in a suit of
buck—skin guided the soldiers. His eyes sought
the ground before him in a stead gaze. for he
was following the wagon trail of mm Roche.
In the rear of the company rode two persons
whose garbs toId they were civilians, an , Judgg
ing from appearance, they were men unused to
the ex mare and hardshi of the frontier. In
e aided; of the two
was Calvin Gardette, the father of Nora. The
other was a no how of Mr. Gardette’s, and a
. devoted aspiraa to his cousin Nora’s hand. \
- Richard Parker—this was the you man’s
nemde accompanied N ore. and her father
from Ohio to the fort, where they had been
stopping with Major Gardette, Nora’s brother.
And when it was known that Nora was gone,
Richard was the first to volunteer his services
to penetrate the Indian country in search of her.
The father had no objections tohis, attentions to
his daughter, for he 33" that the'latter did not

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rode along “has that wagon-track been made
within the last two dogs?”

“ It certainly has, ick,” returned Mr. Gar-
dette; “ at least our guide and scout say so, and
they are versed in such matters.” .

‘ If so. we may come up with the enemy, be
the)r Indians or white men, before night.”

‘ Yes,” replied Mr.Gardette; “but we may find
then that we are following the trail of a part
of honest traders. However, Lubin, the soon ,
is satisfied that the party we are following have
got Nora. You know he figured the whole inat-

. ter out very closely, and believos the abduction
’ was arranged betWecn a arty of outlaws and

the young scout, Ulric Du is, who is new miss-
ing from the Post. The fact of findiii * Nora’s
hat in the river, and the edge of the ban ' crum-
bled oif and not her body, satisfied Lubin that
she had been abducted, and those marks—the
hat and crumbled bank——left to keep down sus~

icion of the facts. And from the course taken
by the arty after leavin the motto, where we
just bro e cam , the scou -expressed fears that
they were hea ' fifor old Rat Rougle’s robber-
den. If so, I fear will never see my poor child
again.”

“Well, uncle, we will soon know, if their trail
is as glam all the way along as here.”

, “ ut, Dick, we may soon expect to have other
dan ers to encounter. The scout says we are
getting into the Indian countr now.”

Here the conversation ends for the time, and
the party moved on in silence, reachin tho
Boyer river a few minutes before sunset. ere
the party went into cam . v

In gazmg arbund him lor a suitable spot for a
camp~fire a cry of surprise suddenly burst from
the h s o Lubin, the scout.

“ hat now, Lubin?” asked the lieutenant of
the dragoons.

“Ther wagon-trail eends on this blessed spot
and thar’s whar the rascals hed their cainp-iire,’
replied Lubin, pointing to a heap of ashes.

All saw that Lubin was correct in his state-
ment; but the scout, not satisfied with this dis-
covery, advanced, and with his inoccasiiied feet
scattered the ashes. ,

“ By Jehokcy! I see into it now!” he exclaim-
ed; “the white rascals liov burnt tliar wagon
up onto this very spot. Here’s some 0’ the nails
that sa s so.”

“ Bu where are the other irons? Surely they
dirhi’t burn them up,” said a dragoon.

“ No, but I’ll bet ye’ll find ’em in the river if
ye’ll jist take the triibble to look— See here!”

The scout picked out of the ashes several nails
and screWs which satisfied every one that the
wagon had been burned.theie, and the party
had taken to the river or horseback.

While the pursuers were busy in picketing
their animals to grass, and otherwise preparing
for the night, Lubin was noticed to be very busy
about the remnant of the cainp-fh'e, and pres-
cntly he announced another discovery.

He found that the ground under the ashes was
broken and loose, and he was satisfied that the
outlaws, if such they were, bad buried some-
thing the re, and, to conceal the spot, had burned
the wagon over it. '

In a few moments, half a dozen men were
upon their knees removing the dirt from the
spot With their hands.

Down two feet from the surface of the ground
they came to a wooden chest, bound with straps
of iron. *

Great excitement prevailed, and some of the
party could scarcely wait until the chest was
unearthed before they began forcin it open;
this was accomplished, however, an then an-
other excitement prevailed over the contents,
which were quite numerous.

The first article taken from the chest was a
map of the territory—nothing more. Then
came a number of letters, all of which had
beenaddressed to Henri Roche, and were writ-
ten in .c1pher. ,Two or three of recent date
were 81 ed “U. D. "which all believed stood
forrt Ulr c Dubois, the of decent scout of the

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In the bottom of the box were found plates,
engravers’ tools, various colored inks, and, in
fact, every thing required by a band of success-
ful counterfeiters and thieves.

This satisfied our friends that the party they
were following was some of Bo les robbers.
Calvin Gardette groaned in s t when he
thought. how probable it was t at Nora. was
in the villains’ pawer. He was anxious to move
on that mght, but his desire was overruled by
Lubin, who informed him tint it would not

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acha up in these diggin’s called Hawkeye Har- -
r , t on we could travel day and night, fur
they say it’s a "tive fact that that boy can
see 'ist as well n the dark as a cat.”
“ here does be live?” asked one. ‘
“ ’Bout ten miles from here. He’s a free ran-
r or trapper, and a bold leotle dare-devil he ‘ '
s, too. He can skin a beaver or skulp a red-
skin quicker than you can wnik. He comes to ,
the fort every one’t in a while to bu powder .
and shot, and sichlike— Ah! what’s that mean?”
The old scout’s uery was occasioned by the
faint report of a ri e echoing through the woods
and alon the river. . _
“I rec on it’s young Parker’s rifle ” said one;
“be left camp soon after we haltc to take a ‘
little hunt for deer or turke .” .
True enough Dick, as uncle called him,
was gone. In the excitement occasioned by the
finding of the chest and its contents, all but the
one ma had failed to notice his absence.
“By ehokeyl" exclaimed Lubin, “ I’d a’ .
never let the younker left if I’d see’d him start- .

in’. Ten to one he’ll git his ba’r lifgghd afore he
gits back—thar anuther rifle. a boy’s in
trouble! Come, a demon o’ yel”

The old scout seized his rifle and glided away
down the river, followed by several Of the dra—
goons. He found Dick’s tracks along the beach,
and followed them as rapidly as possible. ,

Half a mile below the camplie came to a sud-
den halt, while a cry of surprise burst from his

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1{‘What is it, Lubin?" asked one of the sol- '
diers.

“Moccasin-tracks!” exclaimed the scent; “I '
fear the kid’s a goner—- God of mercy! that
tells the tale!”

He pointed to a fresh pool of blood upon the
beach, and a broad, deep trail where something
had been dragged over the sand to the rivers
bank.

“It’s no use, boys, lookin’ furder. The red
devils have killed him and thrown the body
into the river. \Ve‘ve [git to git back to the
amp in a hurry and ev that fire put out. ,

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The turned and hurried back to the camp , .
with t e and news of Dick’s disappearance. The ‘
fire was extinguished and guards d all  
around the camp. But despite their vigilance v ,i
and excitement, the night passed away without

the least alarm. _ '

The following morning the party was in the .
saddle and moving forward upon the trail of A .
Henri Roche and lparty, quite early, though not ‘ ' ,,
lwforo some searCi had been made in vain for '
Dick Parker’s body.

The sun was almost upon the meridian when
the {party debouched from the timber into the

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that attracted our friends’ attention, as a echo 4,, ‘
tary horseman, galloping in a north-westerly , ~f‘,
coiirw. . 'Q

They saw, b aid of a field-glass in possession  i
of the lieutemdrit, that it was a white man. and . 6‘ ;
he rode onward without a pearing to see them. ‘.

He was too far away to ) hailed by the Voice, ' __ 4
so the lieutenant took the bugle and gave a few .— “
sharp s with it. .

The cream turned, drew rein and gazed to-
ward the party as though to make out who they -’
were—whether friends or face. ‘ .3

To enlighten him‘ the officer gave another _-_
blast upon the bu 1e, at the same time waving . «‘
his cap above his ead. Thereupon the horse- ; ' {3"
man wheeled and 1galleried toward them. “ . 

When he was w thin a few rods of the , ,
old Lubin gave a about of joy; then turn ,
his friends, said: , ‘

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the bushes, pale-face, and you can see that the
approachin horsemen are not Indians.”

“ Not In ' l” exclaimed Old Optic, as he
peered through the opening out into the lain.

‘ By heavens, you are right, Red VViiigi t is a
party of dra cons, and at their head see that
noble boy, awkeye Harry! Whoop! whoop!
hurrah!” and the old trap r bounded through
the un ergrowth out into he prairie, where lie
was met by Hawkeye Harry and the dra eons.

“Hello, my young frien !” exclaimed ptic;
“ you’re still on foot, eh?”

“ Yes; thoughI have had some prettv narrow
escapes,” replied the young ranger. “ be red-
skins got me into a bayou last night, and tried
to burn me out, and I on] escaped by the skin
of in teeth, just in time o s' a tomahawk
into he brain of the Sioux chief, Gray Hawk.
But what are on doing here. old friend ‘5”

The outh dismounted as he asked the (glos-
tion, w ile Lubin, the dragoons and Mr. ar-
dctte advanced and joined Red Wing and his
warriors.

01d Optic briefly narrated all that had trans-

ired under his observation since Harr had

eft the Cone, including the startling ' orma-
tion of Clouded Heart.

“Then you’re on your wa to rescue our
daughter?’ said Harry, when e hadhear the
old trappe‘r’s sad story.

“Yes, ’ replied the trap r.

“Then you can depen upon compan and
assistance, for these dragoons are going the
Sioux village to rescue the dau hter of that
elderly man on the white horse. tell you, Op-
tic, he is the father of the sweetest little woman
I ever saw. ”

“ Ah! oh, yes; certainl ,” lau hed Old Optic.
“ But if she is a captive, ow di you see her?”

The young ranger narrated his lhte adven-

tures. , I

“And Optic,” he continued, “ I’ll rescue that
girl if I lose my own life b the act.”

“ In love!” said the 01 trapper; “crazy in
love! But, Harry, I want you to keep your
eyes upon this masked stranger of whom I told
you awhile ago. He calls himself Clouded
Heart, and I must admit he is clouded in a great
mystery.”

“ I’ll do so, Optic. Now let us see what I can
see of the stranger.”

The two fellow-ran ers oined the Indians and
dragoons, who had on ere upon terms of friend-
Ihi ) and 00d feeling. ‘

loud Heart stood aside by himself, and, as
they advanced, Hawkeye Harry noticed that he
fixed his glowing eyes upon he old trapper,
with a stead aze.

For awhile he elicited much notice and curi—
osity from the soldiers and Mr. Gardette, but
when they had learned of his sorrow through
Old Optic, their attention became more of pity
than curiosity.

, A coiisiiltation was now held as to the pro xr

coursc to pursue in rescuin the captives. he
two parties had united their forces and were to
act together thereafter.

They were now some ten miles from the
Sioux villafe, and it was suggested by Hawk-
ege Harryt at they remain in the timber un-
;‘ night, and then a preach the enemy’s strong-
hold under cover 0 darkness. The suggestion
was no sooner advanced than acted upon, and
in a few minutes the whole party had gone into
a temporary encampment.

The day were away quite slowly to some of
the party, but by (his; every man was mounted
and movminorthward, guided by the young
ranger and nbin.

It was far in the night when a point on the
prairie was reached, two miles from the Indian
town. Here ahalt was made for further con-
sultation in regard to their course of action.

The suggestions advanced Were many, and
none but those of Hawkeye Harry and Red
Wing coincided, and theirs was the one that
all decided upon as the most likely to be attend-
ed with success. ‘ g

They proposed to leave the horse's with a
strong guard, then steal forward on foot to
the Village, or close to it as they dare, without
running into danger before the were prepared
to meet it. If the warriors

had seen what could accomplished in their

' favor by stratagem, the white man’s first expe-

dient _
’ TheIW'wwnwu locatedu asmali
creek flowing from Lake Okibo e. To the

north at. it a steep, wooded'blufl arose several
hundred. feet abova-the level of theivalley, and
extended down to the encampment, most of

 lauded flthinvtheshdow of the

d all returned '
f from their expedition, it was thought best not
to make an attack 11 on the town until they

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woods. South of the village a long, treeless,
shrubless plain rolled away in gentle undulations
for many miles. ,

Hawke e Harry and Red Wing took the lead
toward t e village. They crossed the creek a
mile below the place, and after hours of toil
reached a point in the woods, in the rear of the
town.

A reconnoissance was now to be made, and the
perilous jobfell upon the Boy Ranger, Lubin,
the scout, and Red 'Wing.

Leaving their friends, the three crept for-\
ward throu h the woods and soon gained a
point on thfiiill, where they had a fair view of
the town.

The hour was late, but there were many fires
burning, and apparently every man, woman
and child was astir.

“ Thar’s sumthin’ u ” whispered Lubin, “or

‘the red imps would al be in bed.”

" Yes, they have war—dance,” said Red Wing.

“ Yes, and they’ve got a white male prisoner,
too ” added Hawkeye. “ Look, nigh that cen—
tral lodge, tied to a post.”

Lubin and the chief did as directed. At the
same time a low exclamation burst from the
lips of the old scout.

“ By jinks!” he said, “that gaiptive is Richard
Parker! The boy weren’t kill , arter all.”

“ He is the young man that Mr. Gardette was
speakin’ of, eh ?”

“ Yes. Heard ’em say at the fort be war the
lover 0’ Gnrdctte’s 31.”

Harry started a this information. Was it
possible that Nora had a lover? The thought
was a bitter one. /

For some time the trip sat and watched the
Indians moving about, Vici/plparently re hiring for
some exciting event. at was it ere they
going to torture Parker?

If such was the intention, the idea was sud-
denly abandoned, for they saw the prisoner
taken to a lodge and guards posted around it.

Hawkeye Harry strained his eyes in he ‘s of
getting a glance at Nora, but he was isap-
pointed.

But he did see ameng the Indians, moving
about in perfect freedom, Henri Roche and his
men.

Gradually the savages retired and the camp-
fires died out, but, between them and the camp,
cin‘ friends saw a number of wary guards pac-
in to and fro upon their boat.

ed Wing proposed making a sudden attack
upon the village in the dark. But Harry and
Lubin opposed such a bloody course. They
knew that the Fox warriors were thirsting for
Sioux blood. and, if once under way, an indis-
criminate mus. cre was sure to be the result.

“ No, no, Re Wing,” said the youth: “ i hate
21. Sioux as had almost as you do, but I’d never
consent to see their women and children niur-
dered. And if we should attack them and meet
with a re ulse, as I believe we would, then it
would make matters worse. Let us be patient;
but, bah! talk of patience to an Indian! But,
boys, I’ve a plan in my head to rescue the pris-
oners, and if it should fail, iiobodv’s scalp but
my own would have to Racy the forfeit.”
b""Whiit is yer plan? t’s hear it,” said Lu—

in.

f The young ranger made known his plan of ac-
mm.

b.“ Ten to one ye’ll git tomahawked,” said Lu-
in. .

Red Wing was silent, which was proof that
he did not approve of the youth’s project.

“ I know it s dangerous, friends, but, if I lose
my scalp, it won’t be a serious less. All I ask is
your assistance or presence on the other side of
the creek.” ’

“Never fear; we’ll be there ” said Red Wing.

“ We’ll be there ” repeated ubin.

And together t e two arose and crept softly
away leaving Hawkeye Harry alone to nerve
himse f for the execution of his dangerous and
fearless undertaking—all for the sake of Nora
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CHAPTER XVII.
ansnnmo THE LION.

NIGHT passed away, and the sun of another
day dawned upon the village of Black Buffalo.
Still the cunning Sioux knew naught of the fee
that was environing their town, for all they

"were vigilAnt and scouts were constantly on the

move.

Close to the edge of the stream that divided
the wooded bluffs and great prairie, stood the
lodge of Black Buffalo. Upon the south side of
ecipitous bank that
gnuarded well the approac from that direction.

a semicircle around the chief’s lodge, touch-

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ing the stream above and below the Wigwam!
of the tribe were built with no little recision.

The chief’s 10d e was well guard and he
had no fear of ' nger, for a toe couldnota

reach from the south, nor could he pass t e
ine of wick-(Lupe: without being seen.

At an early hour on the morning in question,
five men took their departure from the Indian
town. They were Henri Roche and his men,
starting back for the contents of the chest they
had buried upon the banksof the Boyer.'

The chief found himself alone in his lodge soon
after the departure of the outlaws. The execution
of the young male ca tive, Richard Parker, was
to be )ostponed until che’s return consequent—
ly quiet and inactivity prevailed. The warriors
lounged idly about their wigwams and slept in
the warm sun. Only their 5 uaws were busy
bringing water and fuel and essing game 0 '
the previous day’s chase.

But where was Nora. Gardette? where was
Gertie, the ca. tive child of the old trapper? and
where the chi d of Clouded Heart? \

Ah! see yonder! Out from a neat-looking
little lodge floats a being fair as the sun ever
shone upon. Her skin is whife, but her move-
ments and m nners, and udy, flashy ema-
ments and clo hing, were t ose‘ of an Indian.
But seven years could change the habits of a
child into t ose of an Indian rincess. It must
be Gertie, the child of Old Op ic.

The young princess crossed the o nin be-
tween the wigwams and the lodge o the c ief,
and a preached the latter structure. At the
door 5 e was met by Black Buflalo.

“What does my white daughter want?” he
asked. “ I see that her face wears a cloud which
tells me her heart is sad.”

“M heart has always been sad, Black Buta-
lo,” 6 said. “ Ever since I was taken from
my poor pa and mamma, I have known no
happiness. ut I came to intercede for the life
of the grisoner yonder ” and she pointed toward
young arker’s prison- edge.

The chief’s brow clouded and a grim smile
swe .t over his face.

“ hen you love the pale-face prisoner?” he
said.’

The rincess hung her head and blushed scar—
let. he chief noted her emotions and con-
tinned:

“ The pale-face youth shall die. You are to
be the wife of the chief, called Roche, when
three suns more go down. Waugh!”

The last exclamation was occasioned by the
unceremonions intrusion of a figure wrapped in
a great blanket, into the secret precincts of the
chief’s lodge.

Before tne chief could utter a sin le word, the
figure threw aside the blanket, an there, face
to face with the great Black Buffalo, stood
Hawkeye Harry, the ranger.

The brave youth had come to beard the lion
in his den, and before the chief could recover
sufficiently from his surprise, a revolver was
leveled full at his, head, and a firm, decided and
unflinching voice said:

“ Utter one word, Black Buffalo, that can be
heard outside of this lodge and you shall die I”

The'chief fair] staggered backward before
the deadly fire 0 the youth’s eyes. His great
spirit was quelled by the deadly weapon pomted
ifltllllls breast, by a hand he knew was neverx

a1 in .

I “Wghat does the pale-face—” the chief began
in a low tone, but permitting his voice to ow
highgr with each word—“want here? oes
e—

, “Ste 1” commanded Harry; “not so loud! If
by wor or actitg'iflgou make my presence in this.
led 6 known, I ' shoot you dead!”

e chief was unarmed, and he saw that he
was completel in the youth’s wer. It was.
over a hundre yards to the wir -e-ups of the
warriors; the boy stood between him and the
door of his own lodge, the flap of which was
down; no sudden movement could defeat the
youths urpose, for his dark-gray eyes were
fixed wit a steady, unwavering 243 on his ow:
black, scintillating orbs, and his 53
the trigger of the wee on.

“I come,” the yout continued, after a mo
meng’s”liesitation, “ for all the captives in your

n s.

“111mb! hain’t got any,” replied the chief, in

n .

‘ ou lie l” exclaimed the youth; “ within the
last two days you have'brou ht two, a man and

r woman, to your den. I wan them; arise, scap-

tive or two that you have had for years—one

named Gertie.” , . '

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would rather stay with the red-men than go back to
the pale-faces."

The outh glanced at the young rincess and saw
that s e was not “.n Indian. Hi3 eart gave a joy-
ous bound. .

'1;Hlave you been a captive long, little princess?" he
as ec .

“ Many years," she re lied.

“.Do you remember w at your name is i"

“ Oh, yes, sir! It was Gertie~Gertie Gray."

“ And would you rather stay with these red-
skins?"

“Not if I could go to m papa, or poor mamma."

“ You can. Your fat er awaits you not far
awa .“

“ 0h, then I want to go to him! Poor papa, I al-
most forget how he looks," '

“ Then you shall go to him little rincess."

The brow of the chief c oude and there was a
convulsive twitching of the faci muscles, and a
heaving of the chest, that told of terrible emotions
of vengeance and fear that were struggling within

in.

“I know, chief," continued Harry, "it is a reat
damper on one‘s ride and manhood to be caug t in
such a fix as this. I got into your lodge—walked
r! ht through our village wrapped in that blanket
which I took rom one of your guards last nigllli
when I took his scalp. But I have come for all e
captives in your town, and unless I get them you‘ll
have to die.” _

“Have only that many captives," said the chief,
holdinfilup three fingbrs.

“Is a so, princess?“ .

“ There are only two captives besules myself," the
maiden answere . _

“ Then I want them," said Hawkeye Harry.

“ Black Buffalo will 0 bring them, then," said
the chief, in a tone whic our hero did not mistake.

“No, you must not leave this led e. You might
bring a pack of your warriors instea of the rison-
ers. No no, chief, you can‘t catch me the way.
Send this princess, and let her bring the captives
here. She can tell the warriors that you sent for
them. When they are here, then I will remove this
revolver from its present dangerous sition."

The face of the chief grew bri h er, and Harry

knew at once that he was medi ating over some
design to thwart his intentions. Turning to the
princess, he said: , i .
r "‘60, pale-rose, and bring the captives here. Let
their hands be bound at their backs. Tell the war-
riors that I sent you, and for none of them to come
until I bid them.’

“ That‘ll do, chief,” said the daring ‘youn
although he fathomed the meainng 0
words. '

With face radiant with 'oy, the little princess
turned, and glided from the odge.

In less than five minutes she returned, followed by
Richard Parker and Nora Gardette. The latter was
pale and sad, but when her eyes fell upon Harv, a
cry of joy burst from her lips and a light of ove
beamed in her e es.

The captives‘ ands were bound, but, by direction
of Harry, they were untied by the princess. "
“ What is to become of us, anyhow, cousin Nora?

ked Dick Parker.
as“Set at liberty," said Hawkeye Harry. “Youn
man, take that rifle, tomahawk and lance that stan
behind the chief, and then, with _the princess and
Nora, cross the stream to the prairie on the foot-log
that s s it just south of this lodge. Go, and be
quick. ’ .

ras in the wea ons, Dick Par er, followed by
thg twig Inaidens, eft the lodge id proceeded
toward the stream where it was spanned by an up-
rooted tree.

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mittlif‘lzgigf jwi c 'ams. Theagargim‘s had been watch- I
the chief s lodge, their suspicious or curiosity ’
fins; aroused by the princess leading the two cap- I.
tives to the lodge. And 'when they saw Parker and
the maidens, free. and unguarded. mOvin toward the .
stream, something of the real truth of airs flashed ;
upon their minds and seizmg their weapons, they I
started. with a ye , toward the lodge.
Hawkeye Harry was startled by the yell, and the
hellish gleam that was flashed from the eyes of the
h‘i‘glghe young le-face has now ot himself {into a
tra ," the chie said, with a flendis I smile. ,
'1’le youch backed from the lodge; then, turning,
, - 1e three ca tives.
“with”; gar-whoa that sounded unearth! , Black
Bufl'alo shot from his lodge and called to is war-

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li'tes hurried across the creek on the
lozhgrggimby" 'clommand of Hawkeye Hari , threw
themselves upon the- ground in the prairie
grass.

‘ swarmed to the creek, and some of
inglfiggfies upon the log to cross; But, at this
juncture, fully t rec—score of forms arose from the
grass on the Opposite side of the stream, and poured
swithering fire upon the save es. In dismay they
recoiled, leaving a score of dea behind.

Then arose the war-cry of the Fox warriors under
Red Wings mingled with the triumphant shouts of
ti. dragoons. . ‘

. o fled be and range of the enemy s rides

in tn: confr’fsion. Owing to the precipitous

35m; at the but: upon which they stood, our friends
et e oe. :

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Nora was clasped to her father‘s heart, and both
wept tears of jg.

And Gertie ray, the Indian rincess, knew her
father, Willis Gray, alias Old ptic, after many
years of sorr0w and separation; and their meeting
was an affecting one. him, from Gertie‘s lips, he
listened to along story of wrong and sorrow, in
which Henri Roche was the chief actor.

It is unnecessary for us to repeat her story, for it
proved a confirmation of the same story which

‘louded Heart told the old trapper. the night he
came to the Cone. After the first excitement of the
meeting of fathers and daughters was over, Willis
Gray as we will henceforth know Old Optic, took
Cloiu ed Heart aside, and said to him:

“ Clouded Heart you have told me the truth. . My
darling wife, who I elieved had deserted me for the
love of another, was hm to me! Gertie confirms
your story! Cecil, my wife, was decoyed from home
~-capturcd and carried away into captivity by Henri
Roche for revei e. She was kept a slave for
several ears, an finally made her esca , but
where s e is Gertie does not know and, ‘louded
Heart, I shall never rest day or night until she is
found. For the information you ave me that has
led to the rescue of Gertie, I than you with all my
lilegiat,‘and am sorry that you di not find your
c i .’ ‘

“I did find her, though, Willis Gray,“ replied the
masked stranger.

h‘i‘killvhat!" exclaimed Willis Gray, “ you found your
c ?‘ ‘

“ Yes: Gertie Gray is my child I"

“ Oh God! then you are Cecil, my wronged wife!“
cried ray, starting toward Clouded Heart.

The mask was thrown aside, and once again after
long years of heart-sufferin , Willis Gray looked
upon the face of Cecfl Gray, h 8 wife! ‘

CHAPTER XVIII.
CONCLUSION.

Two days followin the events just recorded, a
casual observer migh have seen .a number of buz-
zards hovering over the forest, not far from the val-
le in which was the encampment of Red Wing.

e filthy birds showed great anxiet in their move-
ments, for now they settled down, own, as though
ready to attack their quarry; then they would start
u again with afl’right, an poise themselves high
a ove the tree-tops upon airy wing, and with naked
coral necks outstretched, watch below. But who.
Wefte they watching? Was it wounded deer or
we ?

No, it was a rt_ of men. But why should the
birds be watching i. iem? Did their inst not tell them
of the tragic scene that was about to be enacted
there within the silent wood—a scene that would re-
sult in a banquet to them? i

Let us see.

The arty stood in a little openin , and in a circle
aroun five other men who were ound hand and
foot.

The irisoncrs—for such the bound men were—
wore enri Roche and four of his men. Their cap-
tors were the dragoons, liawkcye Harry, Richard
Parker, and others. And the scene that was now
about to be enacted was the execution of the robbers.
A rope was around each onc’s neck, which told the
manner by which th sy were to meet their end.

When Roche saw t at the hand of ustlce had him
within its iron grasp, from whicht ere was no es-
cape, his courage gave way, and in hopes of mercy,
lie divulged many dark secrets.

He confessed his crimes in the separation of Willis
Gray and his wife, the abduction of Nora Gardette,
and that he was Rat Rougle, the robber chief.

His object in abducting Nora was to exact a

i princelg’ ransom for her restoration to her father,
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whom knew to be a wealthy man.

But all his schemes of wickedness had failed, and
he met his just reward, along with his associates,
there in the forest.

The execution is over. Henri Roche is no more.
The party moves on, and those foul birds overhead
settle down without fear. But they start up again,
and soar away with apparent disap Ointment. They
found no quarr in the woods, for he bodies of the
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Uplon the banks of the BoyerRiver, where Henri
Roe e had buried his chest, t e I118 went into
camp on their return from the Sioux town. Here
they concluded to remain a couple of days torest
their overworked animals before continuing their re-
turn to the fort.

Those two days were event 1 ones in the lives of
Hawkeye Harry and NoraGa ette. They walked
alo b the river, and talked of the hour so near at
ham w en they must part. They recounted their
adventures to ether—spoke of their first meetin in
the motto on t e prairie and the many trying n.
gers that followed their flilght from the outlaw’s
camp. At last they spoke o the future. This led
the subject nearest each one's heart—love.
heaving breast and tremulous ii Hawkeye Han-y
breathed forth the love that bed can awakeneth

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Gertie Gray. ‘

in the meantime Willis and Cecil Gray had wnn~
dcred forth into the woods, to talk over b -gona
days, and recount their trials and troubles. t was
on the evening of their second day‘s sojourn by the
Boyer, and they were some distance from the cam
when Gray came to a sudden halt. as he 
sight bf a thin column of blue smoke rising above
the tree-tops a short distance before him. ,

“ What is it Willis?" asked his wife.

“Smoke. There must be a camp-fire out there,
and it may be that of an enemy.“

“No it is not“ replied his Wife, with a smile.
“You know, Willis, I told you I lived with brother
Tom after my escape from the Indians. I first met
him in the woods near here. He was an object of
despair, like. myself. His family had all been mur-
dered in the Spirit Lake massacre, and he was hunt-
ing the foe to wreak vengeance upon them. His
home now is in a «sworn under the ound, from.
whence that smoke is risin ' yonder. have lived
with him there just six mont is. It was he who first
discovered that 01d 0, tic was Willis Gray. But
come, and I will show you the cave."

She led the way down to the edge of a little creek,
and then, pointing to the opposite side : '

“The cavern is directly undo that bank, and ex-
tends Ont under the bed of the stream. That in e
basswood tree standing over yonder is hollow, wirgb
an opening far up among the branches. The hollow
of the tree is open to the ground, and so connected
with the cavern as to serve in an excellent manner
asa chimney. It has uzzled a great many who
saw the smoke, but con (1 not tell from whence it
came, and Hawkege Harry is one of them.“ ‘

“Yes; I reinem er now; he told me something of
itla few even ago," said Gray; “but, where is
the entrance to e cavern i“

i “ There are two entrances. One is concealed by a
la 6 flat stone overgrown with moss. The other,
an? the one brother and I mostly used, is under the
bed of (his (.‘7‘¢4 k I"

“ What! you are jesting, Cecil?" said Willis Gray.

“ I am not, Willis. Brother found that the cavern
extended under the creek, and to make our situa-
tion doubly secure, he made an openin up through
the center of the stream, which at t at time was
perfectly dry, He then fixeda frame with a kind
of a trap-door over the opening, so that the water
could pass over it, as it was on a level with the bed
of the stream. When the door was down, and
water in the creek, it washed sand and gravel
over :the tl‘ilfil, thus concealing its presence from
view, and iii ng the crevices around the frame,
so that no water could find its way through into
the cavern. When we wished to go out we pushed
the tra upward, thereby turning the wathr from
about t e opcnin , and enabliii us to make an exit,
though we were a wags compel ed to wrap ablanket
or-buifalo-skin arcun us to escape a thorough wet-
ting, as much water found its w y into the cavem
when the door was up; the wate , however did not
render the cave disagreeable, for it found its way
out immediately, through a narrow passa e opening
into the creek at the foot of you rapids. y object.
Willis, in staying in the place was to be near you.
and search for our child, whom I lost track of after
leaving the tribe, and of whom I never heard .until
the day I Worked the secret from Henri Roche by
pretending I was dyin ," and Cecil Gra laughed
at the remembrance 0 that meeting wit the out-

law.

At this juncture a low exclamation burst from
Gray's lips, as be fixed his eyes upon the bed of the
creek before him.

He saw something thrust upward in the water, re-
vealing a small cavity through which a dark, hairy
form suddenly a pearod.

“ "I‘is brother! ‘ cried Cecil. “ Tom! Tom!”

The form leaped from the opening, threw aside
its hairy robe, and the next instant Willis'Gray

rnslpellll hisi brother-in-law, a tall, sad-looking man,

y t is an .

When Cecil and her husband returned to camp on ‘

the Buyer, her brother went with them with the de-
termination of leaving the country forever.

Hawkeye Harry now received an explanation of
the mystery of the smoke ascending from the bass-
wood tree, and the hairy form he saw rise from the

of the creek and slay the Indian, and Tom was

indeed the “ Unknown." The youn ra r was not.
a little sur irised when he learnexkifiso, t at the oc-
cupants o the cave knew of h presence by the
creek that ni 'ht.

But with th s myste we are done.

The party resumed t eir journey to the fort, and
leached the point in due season and in safety.

And now came the “tug of war"-—-¢.t.e part! of
friends and lovers. But, with e renewal of pie
and love vows, in tears and entreaties, the separa-
tion took lace. '

Calvin (fordette and his decanter Willis and Cecil
Gra and theirda bier, all period for the last,
ah a did Richard arker. * I l

Hawkeye Harr remained at the fort, but it was
only for a short me. A year_ later found in
one Of thel Eastern sch still a ow
years later he went to the home 0 NoraGardo .
and claimed a fulfillment of their vows made years

one ufion the banks of Boyer river.-
“was s oung wife Harry Houston went West,
where he d the foundation of wealth.
and the best of all, a joyous and b y

Ric arrled

e. .,

Parker m Gertie r3. and theirs

w alifeas tandfullcfsuns neuthelifo
of 0’s paren had been Maud clouded.

I'll mo V;‘ n" ‘l \"l“"-‘ :  .

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BEADLE’SarHALF-DIMErLIBRARY.

{Wished Even] Tuesday. Each Issue Complete and Sold at the Uniform Price of Five Cents, by all New ,

 

 

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BY 0L1. “WEB.

A“ X“ "ll-ll]. DMM '1’, Silver Sior, the Boy Knlchk
trial is". Blind] in Texan; or. The Young llnuongor.

'20! kl; undq'o Catch: vr, ’l‘lu lov Horruieo.

4‘32 lsvli. aadiy'n Bight Bowers or, Baby Sumtho Boy Giant
444 In". amig’n Swoop; or, Link flucluk‘n. the Contour.
‘ti 33 h". andy'l slink Ethane; «.011 Ton; hum.

mu Kjt Baudy’o Deliver-moo; or, Banner Ban.

tutu) [gt Band y'n Pard; or, Dau‘lllcll Dan. the Freelaan
:31 hit Bandy Rauled‘ «r. hum-“mm.

795 I5". Brandy in Nod lulu; or. The Young Whirlwind.
‘39” islt llnndy'n Biz Run-tie: or,Smidlo King Sun.
804 1511. Bandy'o Brigade; or, Dan, the Mountain Guido.
i2? kid fiandy'o Brknde in Arizona.

939 kit Bandy‘u aftur Engagement.

I58 Jaek Brew. the NP‘ut‘lll. or, Eulo Kit tho no Demon.
16. Jack Drow’n Drop: on Little Hurricane, tho y Captain.
902 Jack Drew in Deadwood; or, Plonpoct Palm

1’ .7 Keen Knife on Guard: or. Anulopo Aha, thoBoyGnitio
‘ 81 keen-Knife. tho Prinuc ol the l‘rnmoo.
' b Vagabond Joe. Ibo 'A'nun: Wwdoring law.
18 The Dun-b 8".
‘1 Lao-no Judi, It, Yonnz hill-tanner.
58 The Border hi : "(rho \ .,,,
, 1 Delaware Dick. t o Young R‘naor Spy.
l l Hawk-cl. "arr the You“. Tnppor Pounce]
8U llol i. 0 Bo I an r; or,'i‘l-.e Heinz.
184 Sure hot 50. th- letiouu-u.
Boar-Faro Bani tho Silent Humr.
I 8 Old Solitary. tho Homll'hmppar.
18 Tiger To!!!“ tho Tuu Torrur.
4 Ila-II an or Tumor Tom‘n Co“
33” “

 

LittioIWIuln, 1 Young Prulrhs Nomad.

S The aroon no Tho Limo Ran".
Tho naked Guide; or. 'ild Kam,t‘ho Run.

260 llaro-lbovil Dan, the hung Prairln Bangor.

3?. Minimu- like, ibo Boy Sharpohootor.

890 Little l‘oxilro, tho '0‘ s”; or, Old Cobb Am

800 The SI: lemon; or, nluholi, tho Ranger.

‘8‘ Willy» in; Joe, tho Boy Ranchero.

let-onion w. Dick, rho Bay Ranger.
obfoot I tho 'l'rmup Detoctiva.

I rod {fizéfld Polnr Saul.

' 'onl. tho ram-or Bo .

 §tgno§aill Iifihhtim Lloyh’l‘mnn. , _

'53 m ran a .te ornu't Th

'05! lloa arr. the Plains Frrclnnte.B., ’9.

I370 Norway loin, the 31K Boy Mountain-or.

‘3 8 "1 land Harry. m Wiurd Rlflomn.

328 1’0 or Jack, tho Dole-olive Sport.

BY '1‘. J. FLANAGAN.

90’ Midshipman “are. tho Pirate Catcher.

905 The 1' ounfimwboy Captain.

90:! 'Eh? 'l‘wo idnhipnen; or, The_ CorninChuer‘b Fiat
run so.

BY DAN DUNNLVG.

'30 0| 1. Junk. the Sat-rut Service Spy.

* :7 3 )6 and Junk, tho lnvindbleo; or.Tho Diabolic] Throo.
H75 Ii-eicotlve Duve‘o Clo-e Call.

5‘4 Farrel Fox und “in Girl Ferret.

25le Farrel Fox‘s Sweep-Stakes.

B1 GEHRHE C. JEN]!!-

I“ Git Thon- Owney the Unknown.

490 Git 'l‘har Owney’n Pietro.

$18 The Demon Dot-tor: or, Dendhold, tho Kid DPtectlvo.
2:; IIuIIble-Gurvu “an, the Pitcher Detrctiw.

Flute we Singer Dutective; or Owney in a New Role.
l‘ltuhor Dotm-Oive’u 110": or, Dan’s Double Ploy.
4“ l“ The 009ml new“ or. Tim LNlC‘I'nlfir (“he Huck Bur.
'5"! The l'itvhor Dotootlvo’l Touhc-t Tun-Jo.
86 Larry the Thoroughbred: or, Benton on Evary Side.
~79 Iran "and. the Clmrmod Dearth?
‘551 Fade Sulu'o Deter-the In Chicago.

HY WM. 0. I’ATTEN.

329 VInlc, 3.3,, tho Velvet Sport; or, The Jubilee oi Jacki/own
«5;; Vin)”, Vang] \‘letory or, The Juper City Clean Out.
#93 "loll-l. and Daisy, ilm my Pmla.

'30.“) Violet Vnnc’o Vow; or. The Crafty Dotearve‘. Gran,
3‘9. Violet 'v’nno‘n lien nave: nr,’l‘he “'lpeimt.

"2'30 \':olet Vnnu'n \ 0: cl; w, Tho Game at Can cny.

 Violet. Vane, ilua Vemrlh ului \‘iducq; or, S or: vo. Sport.
‘35” Violet. Vane: the Vnuquio id. or. The Lite struggle.

T68 V'Inlei Tune :1 Vision: or, The Flory Hand of Fate.

~45” 'l‘no iiiamomi Inort or, The Doubl- he. of Bed Rock.
5!! (lawn-n Ayn"! ; or. we in ()u.

581 ll. 3 "are tn.» . purl (mm Dem".

573? "ill HOIninhell, the Ranger Dutm‘ilro. ‘

.504 lrnn For", the Man of Fire. or, Among the Valium.

19 The Boy Tramp Detective: or. The DonhloGripWitneon
641 [Monro] .nve‘n Dandy I’m-«l: or,TheCluetoCoat.Claw
851 Round Boy 1“ rank. the Yomu Amateur Demure
Gila Wild Vulcan, the Lono-Ronno Rider.

314 0;” Misery the Man from Mlonmlri.

174 Clear-4h“, Oal, the Novrr-Scy-Die Detochv‘.

‘s'fl Sam ridnn, "Io Soc-n: Sunni“ Spocir‘

“0 Cowboy Steve the Ranch Munoz.

880 Robby Nat. tho Tonderfi-m Doteotivo.

on“ shat-oer “lake’s Double Deal.

95? Bpotkr Bob I. New 1

q
I

’ork.
98¢ Spotter liob’o Bowery Racket.

BY COLOR EL BELLE IARA.

7‘0! Tin- Llon oftho Boa; or, The Vailod Luly.
“vi CM Donn-cad; 0!. Tho Gambler’s Big Ga...

"1' CAPTAIN FRED. WRITTAKII.

The head)” or. The Witch .1 Dorm.
The Dumb afi you Tho Dngo'u Burglar.
Dick Dari‘ing. t on

"ian an
ho Sword “union: or, 11:- Land om. I].
9 The Loot 0a tot-s "Akin" Jnh- Coln'o
onion or. Tho Brothorn of tho Plano-i ions
1, tho Row o! the Nico.
o o-ar on Animal King: or, Round tho World.
om. lath.

4-1
9.!

Tone no
\hDo-ooz "New
' BY cm. 8. I. 0. ADAHI.
0 IUI Nlok Whiloo’ S .
g  go.» Shot ofih: 2'1...”
‘ 13%;». u 'u'.r'.-n.v Mono.
z: afloat c.1'hoaoooto! oYo‘ahonuna
. mm son'i‘ho moo-horn!- du'ood.
“I Jo. tho Tormolihohnlrio.
nol Bn ran; or. Monro-nio‘l‘rfun.
Myquot-n «.mwn my...
u lot.“ Ihoflrobonnd.
Monro-ad

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BY ’1‘. 0. IIARBAUGIL

as Nick 0' tho Ni‘htx or, Thu In lily ni’fl.
37 The Hidden Lodge; or Thu]. tum Hunter.
4? N ifll“! BIB hit ' In, Tno l":th ('1‘ int.
“.51” ack: or, The Outlaw: of the axon Trail.
88 K.“ IInrei'out. Ihn Vood-lzluwk; or, Old Panda-inn
94 Midnight. .Ilwk or, The on Tumwr.

106 Old Frooty, tho Iii-ini'ori  White Queen.

1! to \

I” Kiowa rloy the IIMHKOI'.

189 .| MI o noh er 0!. Th0 h-LYiwflmto.
155 Go r, tho 3 1.; «Jr Gm Avenger.
1 69 Tornado '1 out i or, njun .lnck From Red Core.

188 Ned ’I‘oupla, tin Denier key; or, Thu Mad Hume).
19R Arkuartnw : or. Tho Qum-n oi Fate‘s Revenge.
20? NEVIUO NIoL‘. “to 30!! Gold Huntor.
815 Captain Bullet; of, Little Toolmot'a Crusado.
$81 l'llleky Phil: or. M the Hod Joubel.
941 Bill Bravo: or, Tim Rhona oi tho Rockioa.
255 Capt-oln run“! he Kiinin of Bowlo.
SC? The knoluslain fietmivo; or. Thu King of Win.
279 “hi Winch; or, Tim Buohlin Duper-does.
294 [I 'namfie M; or, Thu Dowio Blade of ‘lncbnl ‘3').
802 ’l‘ o houniain Dotootire: or, 'i‘ho Trggu f:- Bally.
816 “hi Nollpoa, Trump Cord of Arizona.
826 The Ton Paula: «I. The Tormr of Toko‘NotL‘s.
886 iii. nonoonx or, ’i‘ho Queen of tho .
845 l’itilec-n Mott: o', Rod Thumlorholi’n Secret.
85“ Cool 5am uud I’aM: or The ‘i'orrilrlo Six.
806 Velvot Foot. tho lulu» Detection.
3'56 Captain Cutlaun : or, " bo Buccnnoor'c Girl Foo.
396 Roach nob: or, 'l‘ho lwin Champion- of lino Blaooo.
“1 The Silken Inn-ox or,The Rona: Ramh Robin.
41!! Felix Fox. tho Boy Spotter; or. Tho Gold (Bongowa You)
425 Texan Trump. m.- Bordor Rattler.
486 Phil 1" lhn New Yuri Fox; or.'l‘ho hiy-Myoikoou 91.
M5 The C", 1 III pin-en: or, Rod Nlb’n Huron.
481 “no Again“ Fifly: or. Tho Lani. Man of Kono In.
4?. The Boy Shadow: or. Felix Fox'n Hunt.
477 Tho Exooluior Sport: or. The Wuhiagton Spotter.
499 Single fill-ht. the One-Eyod t.
592 Branded Ben, the Night Ferret.
518 Dodger Dirk. tho- Wharf-Spy Detocilve.
621 ledger DioL‘n ii ent Dodge: or, 'l"l.c Gotham Gold Gang.
Torr and Falcon, the hon-cry Shadows.

, ‘ “or Dick, in. Dock Perri-l.
548 ‘ -fl Diek’u Double: or. The Riv-l Boy Detective.
:u. .,cr mum Denverntc Cane.
8 B... ‘n Dick. 11:? Boy Vivlocq; or, The Gang oiThroe.
573 The Two Shadow-n: or. Dodger Dick'n Stnp (Juno.
6S9 Dodger Dlek'a I’rop’ or, 'l'lm Mun from Jeruy.
59-1» Little Lon. the Sireebhi .r Detective.
.10 Old Skinner, the Gold , ark; or. Tony Slurp on Guard.
626 The Champion Paul»; or, The Lucilor oiSiiver Bar.
687 Dir-k Donn, the Dock Bow Deteciive.
845 Kit. the Pavement Sharp.
3g8 Billy Bantam, Hm Bov Braille.
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1 Jernoy Je'l, the lim’ Huntler: nl'. Shadowing the Shadow".
‘5 Happy flu in, the Boy Mmirlnn Iktzntlre.
_ I Photo rap 1“ real. ilw Camem Sharp.
7116 Wide wnlm Lon. the Quako‘r City Fame.
783 lbnlny Dell. tho l’nvuwm DAM-Alva: or, Tapping Big Gun.
742 Billy \Vinka. the Boll ISr-y Detective.
74 Billy “'inku the Run Boy Slmdnw.
an Eagle Ned. tm Boy on Guard: or, The Camp Spidorn.
“0 Tonknwny Tom. thr- Red “'lznni
R2? The {unto-m Spot-t. _
RN ('llp. the Battery Fermi: In, one: .o-rrn foul Play
9? "my Doun‘u Big “ounce.
903 linndv Nuzzni, the Ru" Shallow.
921 The Boy from Denver.

BY CIIA ll LES MORRIS.

118 Will Sou-era, the Boy Detective».

123 I’ll“ l'iard ', the Bonn Boy.

120 Picayune ’cte: or. Nicodemus, the Dog Dana"
‘13“ "(‘1 et-tive "it-k; nr. Tin» lie-r0 in Rags.
112 Hamil-tune Harry, the Boothlar'a Detectln.
147 \V!" “'ildlre, the Thoroughbred.

5’5 lilswl.’ "can. Will Wildfire‘s Rnror.

if Mike Merry thv Humor Police Boy.

62 Will “'ildilre in tho “'oodo.

:15 Billy lineman. lhu Railroad nnv.

‘

7

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)3

0 \ Trump Curd: nr.W1ll Wildfire Winn and Luna

4 Bob Rocket“ or. Mysteries or New York.

179 Rob Rookeu. tlw Bank Runner.

1:68 The Hidden “arm”! or. Will “'ilzlfira's Ravmgn.

1"? Fred llalyurd, tlw .iie Boat Buy; hr. The Sum“
139 BM) Rot-lion; or. Driven to the \anl.

196 shadowed : or, Bnb Racketi’n Fight for Lift.

90“ Dark Paul, th.- 1 lg»! King.

212 I‘m-him: have, the Dandy Detective.

220 Tom Tanner: or, The Block Sheep oi the Flock.

2'25 Ram Ollur‘oonl the Promlnm Dark)‘.

285 Nhullow Sum. tha Manager Bay.

242 The Tu o “ Ml undo ”; or. Shenandoah Bill and Hi. 0-13.
252 Dick Duuhaway : or, A anom Boy in Chicago.

262 Th0 Young Sloan-pun: n: . Rollickluz Milt-1’: Hot Trail.
274 Jolly Jim. xlu- livteciivw Avrrentlve.

239 Jolly Jhn’n Job; or, Tho inunc Do'octive.

993 The “'nter-llnlmd: or. The Ynnng Thoroughbred.
805 Dn-‘huway. oi’lhka-tn: «r. A “Nu-tern Ltd in Qmor city.
M4 Ralph Heady, ilk: Hui-l Bov Datoctiva.

B41 ’l‘nny Thnrne. the Vugnhund Detective.

853 The Reporter-Detail”: or, find Fls‘crn imam.
867 \I‘ Id¢~-_\Wflke Joe; or. A Boy oi'tlso TIM

879 Larry. the Leveler: or. The Blank oi tho Boulevan.
403 Firefly Jack. the River-RM Detective.

4!“ The Loot Fir-(er: 0r. Tl»- Fm"!!!de Cuhlor.

425 Fred Fiver. m Rnl'nrirr Detocrrve.

432 lnvlnoihle Logan, the Pinkerton Forrot.

456 Billy Brick. iiw Jolly V’naund.

486 Wide-Awake Jerry, vaoctivo; or Entombod Alivo.
479 llotonflve Dodge: or, The Mvnlon‘ ot‘Frank Ronny.
48S “'Ild Illa-k Racket: or. How He Fought for Honor.

501 Root-t. the Roy FireIrnn : or, Too Sharp hr tho Slim
has The Hen-rt o-rviee Rev Detective.

F98 Jinn!" the Kid; or, A mh Amour deoo.
M? Tom lit-nee oi Arkonoaux onThe Wolflluho'dtk
655 Plat-11y Paul, the Boy Speculator.

0”? Rob and Earn. the Dairy Dearth».

109 The (‘nrh-tono i‘eteoflvo: or. Harry llnln’n I; float.
15‘! I'm-truths Frunk’u Bureau-(okra.

MI ‘01! Norman. the Omaha Broker.

SSI Turin- nllly. tho Sl-ino-‘nm-up Douala.

.17 Flash Izhtllng, the Mountain Mnocot.

BY ALBERT W. AlKIfi.

11 The Two Detective-a on“. Form.- ola loony Girl.
7. Abe Colt. tho Oruw<Killor.

f. 8.] Gamer. the Giant Tnpwr.
0. Joe liuek of Angel- and Ilia Boy Poll.
“7 New York Nat. A Tnlo ni'l'riohn and in w.
458 New England Nick: or. The l‘ortnnon do I“
4“ Nimble ink, the Gin-n Princo.
no a 1316' “:I' "'»’.""fi.’ili§"ap 'n

00 ooragio no otoevo.

‘18 Cool Colorado In No. York: or. Th WI w

BYOAPT. ALPINE!) 1i. TAYLOR IE. I. I.

‘91 Bull]. “'Mv. tho Par "n‘ivharhar.
l“ 15"an Blil'n But: I ‘l‘ln Gonhlorm

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BY J. W. OSBOR-

Mii Tho lival Giant: ofNo'har‘.
498 (loom- nurr. the Mn from Hard Look.
58'? "NI “relieve. tho Simn Shadow.
564 rum... rim. .5. Boy Minor. «.11.. at- wan-cur .
aortit.‘ tho, Vloternn WT. u I. '
o n n a .ea “c 0r. o n «no ,1
m l’iuokv girl. of- Rov PW. m k I
:2; Golddluat Bunny-tin wruLMRLH-I 3., ~ \
Gold Dun an I m of. w
923 Gold-Dust Dan‘o nursing '

BY JOSEPH E. BADGER. 3..

B Yellow-tone Jack: or, The 1' .
48 Intel! Jab ihfl RomLAponv, or, il-‘Im
65 Hurricanolziill z 0!, Mining Sam and Ill- PHI.
119 flu- Sara or,'l'ho King oltho Plains.
186 N ho- nwk t: or, Tho Daughter oftho Bomb.
‘4 Lam-so lilo Boy Spa

n.
151 Panama- Paui; or,DainIy Lonoo to the Ram

10. Tho Black (310‘ nt tor, D-inty Lanco in Jeopardy. K

68 Don ' Duh; or, Ightln; Flu wuh “no. .i
184 Thu 1 Trailer” or, Dainty Lnnoo on tho WJ-M '
.08 Tho Park: or. Dainty Lame Unmukn.
n 0‘“, (- Caliban of Colonial Our.
81 Ba m “'olls or, Mull-l Decoy.
819 Tho 31:? Rider; or, Tho lions-“ind
88‘ Old Boa“. FBI 0?. Th S‘mzo Gnido

“do: on. Dnnlol Boun'l [J M‘

I65 Tho Kin-l of the
m K.“ Fox. tho Bordon Bo Mvo.
825 Chlnoaaln Dan, tho 0 CPI-*7.
6T7 (hither-9|- M‘n Foeonisz‘r: .
rim-apt!» Dnn’n llomo ,tch.
“(For y, uh; Ma; “30110 a flood.
t- «art not A W .

Lute’o Loot Tyrail.

t hot-hone.
the Bali-Blood: or, Tho Bador Beach“
tho Hume: or, The Bovdor Ma's
tho mud»; or, Tho Bordor “1.5mm

BY 0. DUNNING CLARK.
18‘ Captain Paul: or, Tho Bo so of tho Mounts!
"0 The Yankee Rajah: or. o om. Bloch
BI LIEUT. 11. D. PERRY. U. 3. N.
176 The Boy Runaway; or, The Buch oilhoh
so Th Kort.

1 0 Sea Trailer: or, A Vow Wall
198 Contain Kit: or, Tho lily-My of “on” Hal‘-

IY JACK FAIKRAGU'I'.

315 Nod. the Cabin Boy: or, Tho Witch oi tho M
82. The Ben Sorceress; or, 'l'ho Boy :‘kr’por.

BY CAPTAIN MAYNE REID.

73 Blue Dick! 0!, Tim Yellow Cbiel’o Vonmnro.
[8? The Land Pirates or, The LMzuo «1' Dovil’n lulu-a.
137 The “01 lean flan ; or, Backroom Retribnfin.
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«locker Guido! nr. The Loot M

BY “RACEBRIIDGE IIEMYNG.
89 Inland Jim: or. The Pot of the Family.
’91 Thr- 09 pi «in oi'ilu- (‘lubx or Tho Rival Albin-
101 Jaok flarkawoy in New York.

MISCELLAN E01}! AUTHORS.

4 The “'ild-llorne Hunters. By Cont. MD on.
Frsdorinh Whittaker.
0 Advent-arm: oi“ Iinron Munehauaon.
12 Gulliver’n Truvaln. By Don bwifi.
14 Abnhllln; If. The Wonderful Lamp.
16 Robhuooa (From. (‘21 llimtrotima.)
18 flindlmd tho Sailor. Hi: Seven Voyogz.
22 The Sea Llorpout; or,’i‘he Boy Robin-c: Ono-o. By Jan

\ in.
88 Th:- (boeu Bloodhound: or, Tho Bod Pkioo oi tin

mi‘mun. By S. W. Pierce.
86 The Boy Clown: or. Tho Arena Qneon. By 1' 8.1711111.
nu Ned Wylde. the Boy Scout. By Tenn: Jock.

51 The Roy “Won: or. Tho Underground Comp. By A.C.lronn

96 The Rival Ilovrra: or, Tho Frooboown oi the Mhiuippl
By LleuL-Col. mum“.

98 Robin flood. the Uu'ond hr]: or,ThoMorry Mon 0' Green-
wood. Prof. Glldornleovo.

10-5 Old Ru 0' the HUM": 0'. The Crow Contin. By cm“.

Hamilton Holman.
112 Tho Mad Hunter: or, 1 ha Cave of Dual. By [WM
134 Tiny. the Texans or,’l‘be Young cum,“ 3, aw
29

\ Inn.

128 The Young Privateer: or. Tho Plnh'o Stronghold. B-
Hnrry Cove h.

148 Sharp Snnu or, The Advontnroun n Mallo- hy. 3y 1
Alnxuldor Patten.

.97 hunky Darrell, Tr- per: or,’l‘he Groon Bangor of tho Yo!
law-ions. By Edward" h  Y I h . L

901 Femo Fear-rang t t o ow pr 7, , uh.

96¢ Killb’nr. the Guide: '\r,Dovy endow-zth Mi
By 3min C 1'). Warren.

:98 Rod Claw. um Onto-Bum Trnppor; on“. and um CI!
B C i C motoc .

811' Fistfzof‘khl’gto. I'M Lively Lad {tom Mum. I, u...
tenant Alfrod Thorno.

8.8 The Sky Deter vo: or, A Boy‘s”. ior “bullion”:
B “aim Mlckoy r

0..
ed Rnlph, the River Rovers or,i‘ho W'- n.

'50

. B Nod Bonilino.
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