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The command was spoken in a tow tone to a majestic iron-
gray horse.
Instantly the fore-feet were plunged into the loose earth, I. 
.'. . and the animal became as stationary as a bronze statue.
 ‘ “ Dush me! if I didn‘t hear music. Tecumseh, ye heard it,
too, for I saw ye prick yer ears before I told ye to stop.
’ ' Where is the white man who has the audacity to be musical 
1,: ft “ _‘ ,in the Pawnee country? Dash me! I’d like to see him ; I’d ~
' ‘ .like to take. ’im back to the States and present ’im to Mr. Bar- 
't. 1 ¥ num. Listen! there it goes again. Music, certain, no mis~ ‘
,: ' take, and it sounds like that which I’ve heard on Broadway,
comin’ from the dirty harm-organs.”
 With a smile on his broad, handsome countenance, the , .
' » speaker leaned forward in the wooden stirrups, with a. half- . / ,
doubled hand behind his left our. " ‘E 
‘ “ He's struck up a new tune, and dash me if it isn't ‘ Hail~ I u
\ Columhia.‘ I‘m gettin’ uncommon curious, settin’ here on Te- ' ‘ 
Icumsr-h, and list'niu’ to the first genuine music I’ve heard for
2 five years, and d-zsh me if— Injun yells, by Joshua l" , ,V
’I The iron-gray heard the new sounds, which seemed to cma- x t
hate from the same spot as the mysterious music, and turned ‘ \, 
 his head to his master, as if to ask what they meant. A in: ~. .
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, " how; eager h was to court excitement. ,
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still, ‘ Hail Columbia ‘ remains unbroken. I can’t stand it any

* longer. Dash me if I ain’t goin’ to inquire into that music.

The old song goes all over me like an electric arrow, and I
b‘lieve it affects my old horse. Now, Tecumseh, for’ard l" 7
With the last word the horseman settled back into the sad-
dle, and the steed bounded off like a frightened stag.
Down the right bank of the Pawnee Loup the twain flew,
.hrongh the soft gleaming of that delightful May day, 1815.
The horse and his rider were well mated. Both possessed
courage, strength and true nobleness of character, the brute

' no'ne less than his master.

The occupant of the blanketed saddle was a medium-sized
man, about forty years of age. His hair, and he had an ocean
of it, was an iron-gray, and shone like silver. The face was
smooth, somewhat cadaverous, but healthy; and the brownish
eyes, nestling between long, dark lashes, were indicative alike
of gentleness and determination. He wore the often-described
habiliments of the Western hunter, and in addition to the
long-barreled ritle that lay across the pommel of his saddle,
supported in its position by a great hand, the only ill-propor-
tioned member of the body, a braco of Colt’s large revolvers

I protruded from his buck-skin belt.
“ Tecumseh, if ye see danger afore Shack does, stop,” he s
' said, as they neared the mouth of the Nebraska’s tributary.

“ We’re gettin’ close to the place now. I hevn‘t heard the
red devils for some time; but the music keeps up mighty
Well. He’s got out a new tune now—a tune which the lame
old Italian used to grind out before the ‘ Arcade ’—a tune
which nobody in creation could tell the name of. ‘VODdlih
if that old chap hesn’t come out here to amuse the Pawnee
Loups?,_ (If he hes—” ' V

The sentence was broken by Tecumsch's abrupt halt, and
the frontiersman spoke a few words which effectually quieted

the steed’s nervousness.

“ It's jest over the rise, thar, on the Oregon trail," muttered‘
. Frontier Shack, glancing at his revolvers and lifting the deadly ‘
. rifle from the saddle.

“The Injuns hev played smash with
another lot of poor emigrants.

“butchered everybody in Davidson’s train, and nowthey’n '

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.l rile me; they run through my marrow like fiery arrows, and, 
i if the Gov’ment Would appoint. Ote Shackelford Injun agent, ‘ '
the Oregon trail would soon be as safe as Broadway. But
in r fur’ard, Tecumseh, slowly, slowly, horse." v- 'i
The. faithful steed now walked cautiously toward a knoll _
well defined against the darkening horizon, and when the sum- ’ ,
Init had almost been gained, a word from his master caused
him to pause.
“ I‘ll be back presently, horse,” he said, in low tones, as ho
\ dismounted and crept forward.
1 His ears were saluted by coarse but not unpleasant music,
- .~ as he executed the movement, and he knew that it emanated
, from a hand-organ not far from the opposite 'foot of the knoll,
' a , 'and between him and the Nebraska or Platte. The nightwas
i still, and the stars were beginning to appear in the boundless
,, firmament above the trecless river. A light breeze blew from
4 the water, and Waited the strains toward the northern lodges
' of the Pawnees, between which and the river they had en- _
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. \‘.‘ Well, this beats any thing I’ve seen since l’ve been in the
West i" he ejaculated, a moment later. “ That‘s what I call'
pursuin' music under difficulties. That young chap handles 3
1‘ the crank Well, but he‘s almost played out, and his friend
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the nick of time; there’s goin’ to be some new tunes played
now—new tunes, by Joshua l” ' ‘

A moment later the scout rose and walked back to his un-

-' tethered and impatient horse, and while he is examining the

‘ priming of his weapons, let us introduce the reader to the

- ~ scene near the base of the hillock. , y k

‘7‘, ' Seated about a fire lately kindled, more for light than heat, a a ‘
for the air was not uncomfortable, though sharp, Were per-
 .Ihaps fifteen Indians—Pawnee Lonps. Their arms lay at their
a"  aided and proclaimed that they were not dreaming of tho

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‘6; A“ ' unmistakable language, the fate of an emigrant train. _ \

' ° 1 The marauders’ captives were two youths, neither beyond 1
.yv‘ seventeen, fair-skinned and handsome, and bore a striking re-
semblance to one another. . . 4
:1; Their garments were of the latest cut in the States, but

quite serviceable for the wilds of the West. They also pro-

claimed that they were not the sons of ordinary emigrants,
A . who, unable to thrive among the populous lands of the East,
“C - Were seeking homes, Boone-like, beyond the verge of civiliza-
, ‘ ‘ lion. Their faces betokened intelligence, and a bravery suited
to the land and times they were in. -

One stood near the tire, turning, with a strange desperation,
the crank of a new ~liand-organ, such as the beggarly sons of ,‘ I
Italy grind on the streels of our metropolis to-day. Long 1
playing had almost exhausted him, his checks were flushed ' j
with fever, his breathing came by gasps, and great blue veins
, ptood forth on his hands and forehead like whip-cords. He
 V partially leaned against the organ for support, and his eyes
 were upturned to a great red star that seemed to pity him
' from the heavens. His companion Was dancing for dear life ' .

near by, ready to sink to the ground, and die beneath the
reeking tomahawks of the savages, w_ho grinned and con-
gratulated each other on the tortures they were inflicting on
the American boys. _ t ,
The youths were playing and dancing for dear life. f v
Whenever one relinquished the aecursed crank for a momen‘t,‘ ~‘_
to catch his breath, the leader of the band, a gaunt savage,
would start forward with drawn tomahawk, and eyes glaring ‘
with the moS? brutal of murders. The other was not al- ‘ /
lowed to pause in his forced dance, and more than once the (5
Indian above-mentioned had thrown new but transitory life I
, i . I ,_ into his tired limbs.
 '_ “They will have to tomahawk me ere long," at last "\l
-4{_- \groancd the youth at the organ. “ Nature is almost exhausted ;‘
my arm feels like a bar of lead, and my blood is on fire. th
heaVeu, why did I allow my adventurous spirit to lead me-
into the jaws of death? The sweetest of all homes had I,
\ (theibest of fathers, sisters—and a mother—in heaven 1 Yes, ‘ . 
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With the last words he pushed the instrument from him,‘ ‘
and staggered back with a groan of despair.

The Indians leaped to their feet, and, with 11de yell.
the gaunt taskmaster bounded forward with npraised tome;
hawk. -'

The youth could not resist; he sunk to the ground and,
looked calmly at his would-be slayer. But a form threw it-
telf between him and the Indian. It was the form of his
young Companion. ‘

“ Charley, we’ll die together," said the youngest boy,
through Compressed lips. “ ’l‘hey shan’t kill you, and leave
me. I persuaded you to undertake this death-journey—” . I

“No, no, George. The blame is mine! IIcavepl the
fiend is upon us." ‘ A .

The boys saw the fiendish face and gory‘tomahawk of the ,
Pawnee above them, and George threw himself upon the
prostrate body of his friend. ‘

The savage shot an expressive “ugh ” from his lips, and.
stooped to tear the twain apart, for it was evident that one
was to be spared, when the sharp crack of a title rung out

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" op the cool night arr, and the Pawnee staggered from his vic-
tims with a death-cry.

The shot started the Indians into fiery life, and, quickly
following the report, a wild yell saluted their cars.

\ “Scatter ’em, Tecumseh !" cried the hoarse voice of a man.
“ We’ll give the Pawnee dogs thunder to-night. Cl‘ar the
way,,ye red devils! I‘m right among yc—Frontier Shack la—
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He stood erect in the stirrnps, a revolver in' either hand, the
reins lying across 'l‘ecnmSeh’s neck. lle looked like a demon
'of destruction in the light of the fire, and he added new
and terrible life to the scene on the banks of the Platte.

‘ “Trample the dogs down, horse I" he yelled, and as he
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.. fl - ‘The horse was in his glory; he overtook several of the

if”; m‘ red fugitives, and knocked two beneath his iron-shod feet,

_ ' never to rise again.

3‘  ,; Bang! bang! and two more dropped dead at the water’s

 , edge; another shot, the last, and the Nebraska was crimsoqu

5  with the blood of a third. '
’ “We’ve roasted ’wn, Tecumseh," said the hunter, as the’

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. can’t stand afore ye, horse, they can’t do it, by Joshua! Now
we‘ll go back and look for the‘boys." ‘

' I A moment later Frontier Shack was galloping back to the'

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 stronger friend, George Long.

‘ 1; .. Frontier Shack dismounted and knelt before the twain.

:7 _ “ As weak as kittens, almost,” he said, in a kindly tone;
 I, “ and dash me, if I didn’t reach these diggin’s in the nick o’
.3). time. Them devils might hev’ known that ye couldn’t play

 r and dance forever; but ye‘ll live to pay 'em back!”
if ~l ' “I hope so, sir," said George, his eyes lighting up with
vengeance. “Don't you want to pay the dogs back,
‘ Charley ?”
. “ Yes." Was the feeble answer.
George.” '
,“ How came ye hare i” suddenly broke in the frontiersman.
"‘ Ye came out with a train, I suppose.”
, “ Yes; we Were attacked this day about noon.
- terrible massacre.”
' d “ Who led the Pawnees ELL-for Pawnees, of course, the réd
dogs were.”
I, "A white man—the ‘Dandy Demon of the. Plains,’ I
 should call him.” ' t ’ .
'Frontier Shack gritted his teeth. I ~
. ‘ “ We’ll talk about that scouudrel—Tom Kyle-some other
L: time,” he said. “ How many escaped the hatchery ?”
'V “Three persons, besides ourselves. They were Mr. Den- ‘
fl éfihlwm Government agent, his daughter Mabel, and his niece, 4
M _,Mils Aiken.

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“ Where did that organ come from ‘3” I

“ An Italian was crossing the plains with the emigrants, to. '
try his fortune in the land of gold.” ’

“ And he‘s found it afore he got there,” said the hunter,
will a strange smile. “ lle’d hcv’ done better on Broad?
way, I think. But, my boys, ye weren’t emigrants; yer .
ilotlzes—” '

Ho paused suddenly, ashamed to proceed.

“No, we were not emigrants,” answered George Long,

'glancing at his companion with a smile, which was folloWed
by a mortifying blush. .

“ We are runaways; our parents live in Cincinnati, Ohio, ~ 5"
and are well to do in the world."

" Then, why did you leave home and seek this death- '
land ‘1” asked Shackelford, the stern part of his nature get-
ting uppermost. ,

“I will tell you, the truth,” said George, looking him
squarely in the eyes. “ We came hither to shoot white
buffaloes.”

For a moment the old hunter stared hlankly into the H
youthful faces before him, then he rose to his feet and gave a
a long whistle of profound wonder and astonishment.

The boys watched him anxiously. .

For several minutes he look vacantly toward the south.
and then a ludicrous smile overspread his countenance. ‘

“ Who told you about white buffaloes?" he asked, stoop-l "
lug again.

“No one, sir. We read about them in G::egg’s “ Cams
merce of the Prairies.” ” t .‘

“ And you believed it ‘1’" 

, “ \Vhy—yes l" " ‘
Another long whistle which ended in a laugh. I
“ I’ve heard of wild-goose chases afore," said the hunter: 4 ,
' x, “but this beats all of ’em. White bufilerl Thet Gregg’st’;
~ ahead 0‘ me, and I‘ve seen the plains and prairies from the”:
53;“ ‘.Platte to the Santa Fe. And I’ve seen bufller, too, boys; v,_
   but nary a white one. We’ve got white horses, white foxes 
'  lgil-Indstho like out here ;" but, a short pause,“ Gregg may ,3“ '1 '-

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The young hunters took courage at this last remark.

“I wish you boys war at home in Ohio,” said the fron-
tiersman ; “ but ye’re here, and I’m goin’ to take care of ye.
We’ll strike Fort Laramie one 0’ these days, and then home
ye go I But, we‘re in the jaws of death yet, and mehhe two
more Ohio scalps and one Maryland one, may hang at the
Loup's belt afore the week’s out. We’ll go now ; Tecumseh
can carry three, I reckon."

“But hold,” cried Charley Shafer. “What will become
of those girls—they’re in a demon‘s clutches.”

“Yer right, boy,” said the scout of the Platte; “ but I
guess we’ll let ’01!) be.”

v‘ “ No, no l” cried both boys in a single breath.
shall ,not be his."

Frontier? Shack smiled :

“Boys, yer the true grit l” he cried. “jest the chaps to
hunt white bufllcrs. The girls shan’t be Tom Kyle’s long.
'He can muster three thousand red wolves. We’ll face him
—the terror of the Plains—and We‘ll free his prisoners, or-”
h Die in the attempt l”

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The old hunter caught the spirit that animated the breasts-

of the youths. v

“ Yes! yes! I‘m growin’ tired of this life," he said, “and
'I might as well die fighting the White Pawnee as trappin’
Denver.”

The next moment he spoke to Tecumseh, and, despite the
load he carried, the noble horse dashed away like an ante-
lope.

“I’ll crease two splendid horses for ye, boys,” he said,
“ and then, for Tom Kyle‘s pris’ners and——white butfiers !"

The last words were clothed in irony, and they set the

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CHAPTER II.
 .. THE GOLD GIRL.

 ‘ I WHILE the thrilling scenes recorded abo'fc wen: transpir-
' ing on the banks of the Platte, the fate of We beautiful girl}.
was being decided not many miles away.

To this scene we turn, for it is time that one of the most ‘
prominent actors in our wild western drama should appear
in the mad, relentless role he has to play. '

The somber shades of evening were prevailing when two
some and six horsemen entered the great village of the Paw-
nee Loups, situated on the head-waters of the Loup fork of
Platte. The hardy mustangs gave forth evidences of fatigue,

> their flanks reeked with sweat, and several seemed on the
eve of dropping to the earth from utter exhaustion.

The mustangs' riders, with four exceptions, were Indians,
great stalwart fellows, naked to the waist, and painted for

. the murderous foray. I ‘

,2. Their leader—let me describe their leader.

' ’ He was a white man, whose tanned countenance denoted

'a roving, restless life. His face was faultless to the minutest 

particular; his eyes were dark and piercing, like the eagle’s,

and an ocean of long raven locks fell over his rich crimson
scrape. His head was erown‘ed by a black sombrero, whose
snow-white plume swept. his silken hair, while his waist war
encircled'by a crimson scarf, worked with mythological de
signs in gold thread. IIis fingers, as white and delicatel) 
shaped as a wornutfis, glittcred with gems, set in hoop’s 0t
gold—jewels, which wure, no doubt, the fruits of a raid‘up
on some. rich New Mexican hacienda. The ornamented butts-

.of two revolvers showed tlwtnstlws above the scarf, and'at

, . his side hung a short Spanish sword, whose metallic scam,“

“1- ” bard, carved with quaint designs, among them the Depar , ,

V' tare of Boabdil, proclaimed it a'relic of rarly Spanish days. t  '

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“Spanish spurs, with bells of steel,
Dashed and jlngled at his heel!"
 He possessed the air and bearing of one born to com-
1:921 mend; he could have brought subordination from the most
' mutinous of Cossack hands, with the flashings of his eyes;
he was, to sum up all in a nutshell, “half angel and half
Lucifer.” r \,

Such a man, reader, once held the mighty Pawnee nation
ander his thumb; they could go and come but at his bid-
ding, he could inaugurate a massacre with a word, and save
a captive with the same. He was still young, and an Ameri-
can, bred and born.

He seemed proud of his authority as he galloped at the
head of his braves into the Indian village, and when he drew
rein in the square, if “square” the plot of ground that held
the Council-house can be called, he raised his symmetrical body
in the stirrups, and flashed his eyes over the concourse of
noisy people below.

“Conduct the pale-faces to Kenoagla’s lodge!” he cried,
mddenly turning to his followers who sat immobile on the

,‘ backs‘of their exhausted steeds. “The River Wolf and his

braves will guard them till I come.”

, i - 'At these commands five Indians left their places, and three
 steeds were led from the band.

, To one of these horses a handsome middle-aged white
man was bound, while the other blankets, for the only sad-
”‘1‘ 'T (116 belénging to the marauders crowned the Pale Pawnee’s

",buck-skin,” were occupied by two young girls, whose pale,
I tearful, fearful faces were exceedingly beautiful, and Whose

garments indicated wealth, but now, how strangely oht of

place!

V “ I demand, sir, our release for the last time,” said the gen-
 licman, looking into the dandy.demon’s face, as he was led
. 1;, past by a Pawnee. “ The Government will not brook such
554‘ mu insult to one of her agents.”
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when the sun has reached the meridian. You see my capi-
tal, my subjects, my thunderbolts. Here, in my stronghold,
or out on the plains, at the head of my red-boys, I defy the
Government that sent you hither. I am an American l 1am 
proud of the name; but I am a king, also. Lead on, Wolf. 
I will talk to Uncle Sam's agent at some future time."  *
“ As sure as my name’s Frank Deuisou, you shall rue this
indignity,” hissed the agent, through clenched teeth. “31y
Government will not submit to the hellish deeds of an Apache,
the brutality—”
“ Father, do not imitate the fiend I” interrupted the silvery
‘voice of Mabel Denison. “Fiery words may send the bullet
to your brain. We can curse in secret, and it will avail as,
much as anathemas poured upon his head in thunder tones.” V ,
Frank Denison became silent; but he grated his teeth,end ,
bit his pale lips as he moved on from the rencgade’e '
eight. . I
_ Kenoagla did not catch all the young girl’s words; butthe ’
appellation bestowed upon him, in her first sentence, tell in.
distinctly upon his ears, and he flashed a fearful scowl upon
her. 
“ my young lady, you’ll rue that, some of these fine days,” I
he murmured. “Ynu are completely in my power, and all .
the gold in the United States Treasury could not ransom- you -
therefrom. _Aud your father—if he gets an opportunity to
tell the Government about Tom Kyle, then I’ll give my clOthea
to Red Eagle, and transform myself into a squaw l" ’

I .. His white teeth met behind the last word, and the next. 1110- 'j

meat he turned to a young chief that sat near.
“ Ready, Red Eagle ?"
The Pawnee nodded. . 1:
Then the renegade faced his band, and the next moment
every steed was riderless. '  a"?
He, however, retained his perch, and 'made up to Red Eagle, _.~ _
who was standing on the ground beside his white mustang, ; V- 
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Not a Word was spoken by either until they drew rein on
the bank of the western stream. Then the Pale Pawnee spoke
‘1 single word, and they leaped to the ground.

\_ The night had fairly thrown her vail about the face of na-
‘ ' ture now, and the clear water glitlcred beautifully beneath
  the stars, as it pushed its way, with more than one sweet mur-
 m' _ ml'fr, t0 the broad bosom of the Platte.

 “ Now we will settle about the captives,” said the rene-
{IK ‘gade, as they threw themselves upon the rich grass that thrived
(' \to the very edge of the water. “I speak truly, chief, when I
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_-;--.‘. Quickly, and with a. dash of admiration. “The eyes of one
1» are as blue as the Manitou‘s carpet, and her hair shines like the-

atones which the pale-faces seek for toward the setting sun.
 7 Hertsister’s eyes are like the night; her hair as black as the
‘ crow’s wing. Red Eagle could live with either; but he and
- the Pale Pawnee will play for them.”
“I am satisfied. Go, get your sticks, chief, and let me
_1,,, guess as soon as possible.”
‘— 'His tones proclaimed much impatience, and he watched the
Indian move up the stream in the demi-gloom.
“Playing guess for a wife!" he ejaculated with a smile,
when Red Eagle had passed beyond hearing,r distance. “ I’ve
- got. to humor that accursed red-skin, too. He’s becoming un-
~ common popular—too popular for me! I have more foes it.
‘ this village than I ever had, and I find it pretty difficult to
' T‘rule them. If that chap was out of my wayl He’s doing,
a all the mischief, and dong it so infernal slyly, too. He’s the

1  dissimulator this side the Rockies, and I can’t circumvent
hltn. I know I stand over the crater of a volcmo, and the
fire that burns under my feet is his heart—his accursed schem

1,1ng heart.”

', “ Who Pale Pawnee talking to 1’"

“Tom Kyle started, and almost sprung to his feet.
‘ztv, “techie! stood before him, his left hand gently clenched.

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“ Red Eagle could find no sticks,” he said, smiling at’the
renegade's surprise. “ But he has found a black stone and a
yellow one. The black stone is the flower With midnight
hair; the yellow stone is her sister.”

Then Red Eagle suddenly whirled and dexterously changed
the pebbles, while his face was turned from his white com
pamon.

“New !” he. cried, facing Kyle again. “Each of ' ,-
Eagle‘s hands holds a stone. Let the Pale Pawnee touch on V ' '
If he touches the hand that holds the yellow stone, the fairest
skinned is his, the black-haired one Red Eagle‘s. "g

The great red hands were outstretched toward the renen 
gade, side by side, and the guesser stood before them, a statue 2
of indecision. ~ f 7

He had a preference—his face told his red companion ‘
that—-and he did not want to guess the girl he desired into
Red Eagle‘s hands. Ile inspected the fists a long time before
he raised his hand, and then he held his finger over the chief’s
right member, unwilling to See it. descend.

All at once he threw a slight glance upward through his
long black lashes.

The Indian’s eyes were riveted upon his finger, and a strange
smile, which the renegade deemed one of triumph, toyed with
his handsome lips. ‘ v

“ I’ll catch him 1” mentally ejaculated the renegade, drop- , ' 
ping his eyes to his hand again. “ I‘ll cheat him out .of the ,
blonde, yet.”

The next moment his finger took a great leap, and alighted
on Red Eagle's left hand.

The Indian laughed triumphantly, and opened his hand.

The black stone glittered in the red palm. , * .

The Pale Pawnee eonld not repress a cry of rage and dip r f“,
appointment. ‘ i

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MS ,“ Not for the darker flower, my serape and sword ?”

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"if captive, and he hopes that the gold flower will thrive in Red
 Eagle’s lodge."

 , With the last word, he put forth his hand, and in the soft

;  starlight the palms of red and white met.
 It was the grip of a Caesar and his Brutus—the silent
  pledge, beneath friendship’s cloak, of hatred and treason bitter
' and intense.

“The fate of the pale flower is settled now—settled for-
;‘i I ever, chief. One is mine, the other yours. I’ll settle the in-

suiting agent’s doom hereafter.”

A few moments later the arbiters of others’ fates remounted
« their steeds and rode toward the Pawnee lodges.
They did not cast. their eyes behind as they galloped from

the river, therefore they did not see the figure which suddenly
 appeared on the scene, and stood between them and the silver
of, ' of the starlit Waves.
‘ “ The Gold Girl is his,” said a woman's voice, stem with
 terrible sarcasm and determination. “ Winnessw thought she
‘ ‘ was his. But who is this Gold Girl? Where did she come

I . from, and where is her father‘s lodge? Ila! Kenoagla has
 returned from the war-path; his hand has struck the pale-
 faCCs who travel along the big river to the land of yellow
v- stones. He found two girls there—dark and gold. They
fl, played for them here to-night. Kenoagla wanted the Gold
V, Girl, but he got the dark one. But he shall have the Gold
22 Girl—at least Red Eagle shall never see her asleep, like the
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Several mOments of silence followed her last word, when

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Ward the village, hidden by the darkness.

“ The Gold Girl—the Gold Girl 1” she repeated, in an au-
dible tone, as she bounded over the ground. “ \Vinnesaw is
going to see the Gold Girl, whom Red Eagle won to-night."‘

Poor, unloved Winnesaw 1

She never dreamed what would follow her meeting with '

Lina Aiken, the “ Gold Girl.”

C II A P T E R I I I.
THE VENGEANCE-IIUNTER.

THE occupants of the Pale Pawnee’s lodge awaited, with

. tear, anxiety and impatience, his return._ They had witnessed

his departure with Red Eagle, and they felt that somethin&
terrible was about to transpire. '
Mr. DenisOn now knew that the renegade defied the Americ
can Government, and he believed that it was Kenoagla‘s in.
tention to make short Work of him. He had heard of the

' cruelties of the Pawnees; their treatment of the emigrant

trains had reached the ears of the authorities at Washington, ," "

and measures were being adopted to chastise the red mm‘eud-
ers and protect the trains.
like in its operations; and while it hesitated, while other
measures not so important as the lives of our emigrants reg
tarded the humane step, the Pawnee tomahawk was reeking
with blood on the banks of the Platte.

- The Indians would submit when the iron hand of the Great
Father at \Vashington closed on them; but they would mas-t
\eacre so long as the blue-coats kept out of sight. Train after

a ‘- train Was halted by the snvntte whoop; and the poor emigrants t,
‘ ’ ,were} gnddeniy called upon to sell their scalps at the price Vol.

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‘tt‘he lair of the Pawnee or the giant Sioux. '
a. A. The train in which Mr. Denison and the dear ones under;
lils‘charge had taken passage, was attacked near the banks of},
the Platte, ten miles below the mouth of the Loup Fork. The 1
force that bore down upon the caravan was overwhelming—— 1
it could not be resisted. The train ivas feeble in point of "‘
numbers—too feeble, in fact, to cross the plains ; but the men
fought bravely for themselves and families. But their braVery
’.availed them naught, for the Indians were armed with Gov. r‘
~ ernment rifles and revnlvers, which they could handle with
deadly effect.
I Finally the defenders surrendered. Kenoagla—Tom Kyle
—-had promised quarter, but he broke his word. IIe (lid not
I attempt to restrain his red fiends; but he saved the lives of
the Government agent and his charges, while an inferior chief
belonging to a Pawnee village situated many miles toward the
head'of the Platte, succeeded in rescuing the brace of white
buffalo-hunters from the vengeance of the tomalmwk.
After the massacre the hands separated. ‘
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 '7 _ It was Mabel Denison who spoke, and in the darkness that
  reigned throughout Tom Kyle’s lodge, the fearful girl crept j
j v nearer her parent, and threw her arms about his neck.
.“ I have not thought once of myself, Mabel,” he answered“;
_( “marching for the pale cheeks, which his lips found, as he
apoke her name. “I have been thinking about you and Lina, _
,; ‘tlrere. He has saved you fora purpose-«he and his red ally." '
“But he shall not carry out his pin-pom l" returned Mabel, 
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of silver ornaments on the shoulders of his scrape, told them
who he was. He had parted the skins without noise, and no
doubt had listened to much of the conversation which had
“My hassed between his prisoners. -‘

Mabel Denison uttered a light cry as she beheld the rene
ENG; but her father gritted his teeth in silence.

“ I say you’ll need wings ere long, Miss Denison, if you
intend carrying out your resolve,” continued Tom Kyle, and a
light chuckle followed his last word. “Your father spoke
truly when he said that I Spared you girls for a purpose.’
And I will inform him just now that he, too, has been spared
for a purpose, difl‘ering widely from the one for which his
child has been spared."

He paused as if expecting Mr. Denison to speak; but, as ' .\

no word fell from the agent’s lips, he continued:

“ Ladies, I must separate you.”

“No! no t” and Mabel threw herself upon her golden-
haired cousin. “If we are to remain your captives, let us,
at least, enjoy, if we can, our captivity together. Do not
tear us apart; if you still retain a spark of respect for wov.‘
manly affection, you will change your resolution.”

" I am not the sole arbiter of your fates." the’ renegade re
plied. “I have been compelled to divide the spoils of our
last excursion.
belongs to Red Eagle.” ‘

A trembling cry parted Lina Aiken’s lips, and she sunk
senseless into Mabel’s lap. _

“ Sir, you are hlighting the purest, the sweetest of lives !"
cried.the agent’s daughter, forgetting the passions of the
man who confronted her. “ Sir renegade, let me tell you,
now, that I am not yours. I loathe you, as I loathe the

" Girl." and the word sounded like ice-drops falling on‘
red‘hOt il'On, “ I beg of you to desist. I am passionateu-a
word makes me a devil l"

“ N0. 110! you have ever been such."

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the Gold Girl—"
, His vengeful sentence was broken by the entrance of ,
Indian, and the renegade found himself hurled to the furthes_ -
part of the lodge. j,
“Kenoagla would kill Gold Girl i” cried the new-comer;
. ' ‘ snatching Lina Aiken from Mabel‘s embrace. “Gold Girl:
belong to Red Eagle. Kenoagla die if he touches her i”
“‘Leave me Lina, Red Eagle,” cried Mabel, springing tq
her ‘lfeet, to be met by the broad palm of the Pawnee chief. _
“No, no, Gold Girl Red Eagle’s; dark girl Kenoagla’s:
. ‘The sisters meet often in Pawnee lodges. Gold Girl must go
to chief’s Wigwam; she still sleeps.”
With a painful groan Mabel Denison sunk back and
. dropped into her father’s arms. ‘
' At this juncture the renegade regained his feet, and came
forward, gritting his teeth with rage. ‘ '
“ Who, in the name of the furies—” . - 
He paused su'ldenly when he found himself face to face;
With Red Eagle.
" Kenoagla let the storm rise in his heart. He sought Gold:
_ ., 4 Girl's blood ; but Red Eagle came, and he pushed Kenoagla." .
v " ‘ a I “ I didn’t seek the Gold Girl ; the dark one made me mad}?
‘ “ Then Red Eagle did wrong !" j
_ , “ No, no, chief. I am glad you pushed me. I wouldn’t
 a kill that girl for the world now. All the venom she can fling?
if ' can irritate me no more. But. I'm going to show her, in more.
‘ senses than one, that she is mine i minel mine i" ,t
‘ He bent forward as he hissed the last words, and Mabel‘
Denison felt his hot breath scorch her pale cheek. .‘ j
" Red Eagle, and his Gold Girl go now,” said the Pawnee.
breaking the silence that folloWed. 
“ Yes, go."
The next install. the Indian turned on his heel, and hurried
‘ away with the nut: )SCiOllS Gold Girl in his arms.
', “ I’m not going t ‘ disturb you with my presence lengertoo‘
 ‘night," said Tom Kyle, addressing his captives. “'But Ia ‘
 Would bid you, befoi 2 I go, to prepare for another separation‘
.  MLDenison, you let re the Pawnee village to-morrow.” . v1 
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tanked, after a 17mg silence.
, A low “My God, Mabel,” told the villain that that famous
- ride was not unknown to his captive. _.
"81) you have heard Of that ride,” Ch‘leled Tom Ky1e0_, I ‘
merit “ Well, Mr. Denison, to be brief, We’re going to make a Me. '
Girl zeppa out of you tomorrow. I‘ll have some of my fellows
to lasso or crease a wild horse, and perhaps the beast may
5-! “t hear you to Washington, where you can lay your wrongs her
ef. . fore the Government. So prepare for the ordeal, I say."
h1’5- He stood a moment longer in the doorway, then turned ab- ‘
l g0 ruptly on his heel, with a fiendish laugh, and walked away.
' “ I’m going to see what Red Eagle is doing With the Gold
and Girl,” he murmured, walking toward the chief’s lodge. “ By
heavens! she shall not belong to him. I had marked her for
me my own long before the train surrendered, and Tom Kyle
can’t be balked by a red-skin. Let me get her in my clutches
. Once, and a buck-skin shall hear me to the Apaches. I‘ve
Ice} been among them; they are ready to follow my white plume.
What a beautiful white'qucen the Gold Girl would make!
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1.", his voice ceased altogether. He walked more cautiously than
. ever, and atlast knelt behind a Wigwam, the build and decora-
1’t,‘ tions of which proclaimed it the habitation of a chief. , 1
1g? [1e lay like a Corpse on the ground, and his eyes, flashing A ‘
re. like fire, almost touched a crack, through which he was drink-
,1 ing in the scenes that were transpiring,r in the lodge.
e11 ‘ 'Retl Eagle bent over Lina Aiken, who lav upon a couch of
t 1 skins, pale and motionless. '
a, ' The red-man was watching her intently. , , , .
a “Gold Girl sleep long,” the Indian murmured, and a look’ . a"
l of fear sat enthroned upon his anxious face. “The Pale -
 Pawnee‘s words chased her near the dark river. He wants
. "'Gold Girl; he tried to cheat Red Eagle to-night, but she shall g -
K” I never warm his conch. The Indians hate him; they would
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“ i s the ma of his knife, and the silvered butt of « ooh, I
then clenched his hands and gritted his teeth till the 3
cracked. ‘ >

The passions that bubbled and hissed in the spectator'flf
heart cannot be described, and once he drew his revolver and ',
cocked it, and put it up again. 73
I “ Curse you, Indian 1" he hissed.
mend now; you won't live ten days, I swear it, by my hopes
_"~ ., of eternal life! and the'Pawnees shall be kingless before the
expiratiou of that time.” A

For several moments longer Red Eagle watched over his r
qheautiful capthie, whose insensibitity had created some alarmfl
in the breast of his arch-enemy, lying at the base of the
Wigwam, watching and hiding his time for revenge and suc-
cess: '

“Red Eigle go bring Medicine,” suddenly cried the chief, .
starting to his feet. “ Gold'Girl sleeps too long. Red Eagle
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, marble form on the Couch, walked flom the lodge, and Tom 
it 1, Kyle heard him bounding away toward the Pawnee doctor‘s t
’37,. ‘ Wigwam with the tleetness of the deer.
' "‘ Now I could rob him of his Gold Girl, and rob him cf
"7m factually," ejaculated the renegade. “ One blow could con 
if) Btitute my revenge; but I would have to fly for my life, and
i 7 4 leave my captives here. No, I Won’t do it. I will hide
another time ; then, if I can’t wed her, I can strike.” ‘3

1! Again he turned his eyes to the crack, but started from the
K iywigwam with a low ejaculation of surprise,

' f The figure of a girl stood over Lina Aiken. It was Win.
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morning sun, and the light of love and pity supplied its
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"‘ and at last the lips of the strange twain met.

" \ “Poor Gold Girl!” the renegade heardWinnesaw mur-
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here to kill; but the Gold Girl is too pretty for her ,
knife.” “

For an instant she knelt over Lina, admiring her un- ,
Conscious form; then the knife suddenly flew aloft again. '

Tom Kyle, the watcher, started, and held his breath.

He saw the firm set lips of the ,Pawnee girl, by the light of
i the fire in the center of the lodge; and he saw the glittering
blade descend like a bolt of lightningl -

It grazed the Gold Girl’s head and severed a. shining tress,
~which rolled from the fox-skin pillow.

Winnesaw’s hand darted upon the severed lock, and the
next moment it was hidden away in her bosom. -

Then the Indian started to her feet, and Lina Aiken was

alone again. ,
" Slowly her eyes unclosed, and with a look of bewilder-

, ment she rose to a sitting posture and gazed about the apart-

ment. , ‘

’l‘he sieep of insensihility had been broken, as it were,by
the rape of a lock.

_The watcher hailed her reeovery with an exclamation of
joy, and, simultaneously with the return of Red Eagle, ac» "
‘, companied by the Pawnee Medicine, he was brought to his
-, feet by a yell. ‘

‘ “The Platte innces have entered the village!" he ex-

‘» ’cln’imed. “ \Vh'it can it mean '3" " '

‘ He bounded to the, Council square, and found a crowd of -

Ted-skins swarming about sevoral wild-looking men seated on

i jaded steeds. '

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, The new-comers sprung erect on the backs of their home; _

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A thousand yells of vengeance followed the narration.

“ I must lead them,” muttered Tom Kyle. “ That infern
trapper has been too fresh of late; he hasn’t heeded my sum‘
mons an accursed bit 2” ‘

Then he called for his her-sh: but a savage had anticipated
the command, and the renegade turned to find his steed at
his side. g

A few moments later two hundred Pawnees sat astridefig ref?
their horses. 1 a}

At a motion from the renegade they sprung erect, uttered a", ‘

thrilling war-whoop, and then gallmed from the villagep. T

shouting like demons, standing like statues on the backs of; {5]

their steeds. ' J“
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at the head of his red band. 3 '

He felt that his reign was drawing to a close, and he was F .

acting through policy now. I :

“,Cnrse that Indian 1” he suddenly hissed,'and, while the

“words still quivered his lips, he heard his followers divide for'4

the purpose of allowing a horseman to gain the front. 7} ‘

A moment later that horseman joined the renegade. 0

It was red Eagle. 

“ Red Eagle help punish the island pale-face, too,” said the-

. chief. “We catch and burn, or tie to wild horse, the beaver-é

Catcher and the'pale boys. 

" Yes, yes, chief," said Tom Kyle, but he added, under his 

breath, “Mr. Red Eagle, you’ve seen the Gold Girl for the

' last time; that is, if I can shoot straight enough to-morrow
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Ids. ready,” cried Frontier Shack, abruptly terminating a silence

is which had lasted for - many minutes, during which time

d  Tecumseh had borne his riders rapidly from the scene of the
gejj trapper’s victory. “Things look remarkably quiet about the

or shanty, and I guess we’ll find everything in applepie order—

- just as I left ’em yesterday."
key .The horse knew that he was near the trapper-’s home, for
er, he gave a shrill, Joyous neigh, and sprung forward with new
' zeal. ‘. 1

as is Daylight now flooded the plains once more, every vestige of
I y darkness had disappeared, and the scene that stretched before
10 5 the young hunters’ vision filled their Souls with rapture, and
“,1 caused them to forget that they were riding over dangerous

ground—that this fair land was still inhabited by the fierce
aborigine of America. \

‘« ' They Were on rising ground, and the beautiful valley of
’81 t the Platte lay at their very feet. The water shone like silver
’2 in the strong light that preceded the rising of the sun, and
" the islands that dotted the stream—the cotton-wooded is-
s 1 lands—resembled rich gems in a magnificent setting. Far
’ 1 beyond the stream a black mass, imbued with life, moved
r ‘ westward, like Some giant cloud creeping along the horizon‘s

) bar.

.} ’I‘hat living blackness was a herd of buffalo. The young -‘

'1 hunters had errCounterCtl the emperors of the plains before,
7'1 but not in such numbers; and they could not repress an ex-

 clamation of Wonderrnent when they gazed upon the mighty,

' ’ blsonic ,legiou. '
; “ Yes, them's bufiler," said Shackelford, “ and they’re all

' brown fellars, too.” ‘

I“  The boys exchanged looks and curious smiles.

:: . V “ So you think there are no white ones in that herd f,"

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‘ The frontiersman laughed.

“Nary a white one,” he said; “ but look yonder-supetream.

I mean.

“ Yes.”
“ \Vcll, I live there.”

“ I see no house."

“ Ye‘ll see it d’rectly. The cottonwoeds hide it now."
“How long have you dwelt yonder '2”

“Nigh onto six years.

D'ye see thet conical island ?"

on Pawnee territory.
splendidly here.”
"‘ Unmolested by the lndians 1’”
“ \Vell—no.

hev been scalped long ago. The red greasers caught me

when I first. squatted here; but thet white devil happened ‘7

t0 hev a-streak of mercy on then, and he made ’eni let me
go.
branches, so long as 1 behaved myself.

that of late. Tecumseh and Shack have helped more’n one

emigrant. out of a scrape, and I’ve been looking for Tom 5

Kyle every day for two months. It‘s human natur’ to help
a snifering fellar human ; and I’ve killed niin onto as many
PaWnees as beaver within the last thirty days. But the
safety jig is up now, I feel it in my bones. Tom Kyle
Won’t keep oll‘ much longer, and he is a reg’lar thunderbolt,

‘ he is, by Joshua l”

By this time the river had been reached, and a small hut

was visible on the island, that lay in the center of the glitter- ‘

ing rater.

“Every thing’s snug,” said the trapper, when a great'

mastitf bounded from the cottonwoods and waded a. short.
distance into the stream. “ If any thing was wrong, ye
wouldn't see Massnsoi’t there.”

The next moment the steed had plunged into the water,
which scarcely touched his flanks, and after a brief spell the
‘trio found themselves on the island.

“ This river beats all for quicksands," said Shackelford;
“but Tecumseh understands ‘em. If he'd hev stopped for

I was with the ’Pachcs awhile. '
but we bed a. slight difficulty, so I came north, and squatted
Tecumseh and I hev enjoyed life I

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m“ "river about four years ago, and the sand took him and his
' horse down, down, and he never come up again, dash me!
if he did.” . \ I
. i It was a relief to the white buffalo hunters to find them: ‘
selves under a roof once more. Everywhere they saw “19
fruits of the trapper's industry. A large (lllflmiiy 0f valua‘
f3 “able pelts was stored away in the cabin, and the larder was
ed' ‘ well stocked with meat, and firearms also abounded.
’ The but was divided into two apartments on the ground,
and a rough unfinished dormitory lay abOVC. 0118 Of “1089
I: rooms served as chumseh’s stable or. stormy nights, or when
‘4’ : horse-stealers infested the neighborhood; and then Frontier
“‘1; Shack lay at the .threshold, guardingdhe noble horse he
“0 t» 'loved, while Massasoit slept in the hollow trunk of a free just.
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[S . beauties to the Platte, while the western trapper and his,
‘9 new-found companions discussed the contents of the cabin‘s
0 larder, with zest mingled with merrimcnt.

‘1 t ' The ‘frontiersman was in the midst of an exciting narra-
tj tion of life in the Apache country, when a sharp bark from
V 3 Maesasoit saluted the trio’s ears. r

 Frontier Shack sprung to his feet and griped his rifle.
’ I; ‘ “\Vild horses l” he exclaimed, as handing the weapon to

, ' Charley Shafer, he jtrked the Spanish saddle from its pins,‘

beside the door.

" Boys, select a rifle from the corner, and be quick about ‘
it! Mum“; you cm get good horses now, and God know;
we‘ll need ’cm when We go after the girls.”

“at The next moment. the youths were well armed, and Te-
,i \cumsch stood before the cabin equipped for a battle with his}
wild brethren. ’ ,

“"l‘ht‘y'l‘c coming 111) NH: l‘iVCT," will the "upper 35 he '
drew the boys to a place behind the saddle. “ I believe it???
the lost band." i

“ The lost hand '3"  -

. “Yes; “,0 Wm} horses don‘t belong to this latitude," he,"

', . 'answered; “ but, somehow or other, a gang 118V been 58'
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i ‘« they're actually lost. I’ve tried to crease a black stallion?
' among ‘em, fur several weeks; but they won’t let me get :1,
within range. Now, p‘raps—dash me! I’ll get Blackeyg.
this time." [n
V A word drove Tecumseh into the water, and amid the it
.  , a ‘ thundering of the wild cavalcade, the bank was gained. 5.
 “Something is chasing ’em!” said Frontier Shack, lis- ’
toning to the noise of the unshod hoofs which momentarily:
grew louder. “ Mebbe it’s Pawnees, and they’ll cheat us out i
of a horse if they can.” i
The thunder of the curbless steeds seemed to shake the 7' ,
ground beneath chnmseh’s feet, and it was with difficulty i
that Shackelford could restrain his horse, from rushing for- 
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 N - head to fellocks with intense excitement. ‘I
 Nearer and nearer, though still unseen, came the wild
‘3: ‘ . army, and it was evidept that they would pass. the base of the 5/
 ' 1 rise that hid them from the trio’s vision. 5

“ Quiet, Tecumseh I” hoarsely commanded Frontier Shack. 5t

“ Whatjs got into ye to—day? Ye’ve heard wild horses t.
afore. I creased ye once, and now, mebbe, yer thinking of‘ i.
old times. Be still i I say! Now they’re passing the round 
hill," he said, addressing the boys, and the next moment, i
cecking the rifle he carried, the trapper ordered his steed 1»
forward.

Tecumseh obeyed with a snort. ,

The top of the rise was gained, and the magnificent sight

at his base burst upoa the trio's gaze. ' I
‘ Three hundred wild horses, black, white, iron-gray, and
I piehald, were sweeping along in the glory of majestic beauty t
and strength. Uncurbed'by bit, and unhled by spurs, each
:looked like a monarch, as with head erect, and tiecked with ;.
foam], be rushed westward toward the land of the setting .
sun.

“ There’s my horse i" cried the trapper, “ there’s the black,
and on the edge of the band, too. I'll crease him now. Be :
 ready with your rifle, George, for we must have two horses‘ ,

' {to-day; and when I drop the black, poke the gun over my 
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tlllon' .“ Frontier Shack had creased more than one wild horse, and i "5‘
e ge‘ilor six years he had not frttctured a single vertebra. ‘ . 
'CkeXK Greasz'ng a wild horse consists in shooting him through the I
f'upper crease of the neck, above the cervical vertebrae, when, , ,
the ’the ball cutting a principal nerve, he falls as suddenly as if
, t‘shot in the brain, and remains senseless for a few moments,
1"3‘  during which he is seettred with a rope. He is easily tamed
"fly ‘ after this, and the Wound heuls without leaving any physical

out “injury. \ '

, For the first titne the “ lost band ” was pasging within rifle-
”‘c shot of the trapper, and with a countenance flushed with min-
Lmy gled pride and triumph, he raised the rifle. '
for” t “ His eyes were riveted upon the coal-black stallion; he
"’8' seemed to see, to think of nothing else, and the two youths
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'“d . All at onCe their ears were saluted with a sharp report-—
[he  'they Saw the black horse stop, shake like a. storm—tossed reed
‘, from head to foot, and then drop to the ground ! 4
3]" 'i “ Dash me if I hevn’t dropped ’im at last 1” cried Shackel-
598.  ford. ,. “ No——nol I don’t want your ride, George ; the black
0! ; . can carry double well enough. He’s as strong as a lion. Te-
nd 1 cumseh l”
't’ 1,7 . As the iron-gray shot forward toward the prostrate horse,

5d ‘“, the trapper unloosed the coil of r0pe that hung at the saddle-

bow,and presently he leaped to the ground beside his victim.
“ Now, Blackey l" he cried, in tones of triumph, but the

n , . . next moment a wild cry of horror followed. '

He had scarcely touched the ground when Tecumseh, tind-

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Y . ,forwnrd with an unearthly snort. 4 2“ ~ ,
h , George Long dropped from his perch and fell at the trap- a.
‘ P per’s feet, while Charley Shaft-r clung to the reins with 1110' C

3 grim tentth of despair. ~. ' V

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ered from his fright, and George Long covered his face with
his hands to hide his young eomrade’s doom from his-
‘aight!

“'Curse that horse l” grated Frontier Shack, breaking the,

' unearthly silence. “ He never had the devil in him aforelike

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once, and now he’s gone back to his old life.”
“ And Charley—poor Charley—is riding to his death."

Frontier Shack shook his 11 )ad dolefully, as he gazed at the\

horse and his despairing rider, nmr a dark speck in the dis-
’tance. ‘
ped his fingers at his side.
horses, may God help Charley then.
how 1"~

George Long repeated the prayer away down among the

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A snort from the black steed startled the couple, and with
. ready rope the trapper sprung forward. But, before he could
secure his dearly-won prize, George Long touched his arm,
and uttered a wild shriek.
“My Godl Indians i”
In an instant Frontier Shack was on his feet.

fonmhetween him and the horizon.
“ Pawnees, by Joshua !"

The savages were distinctly visible, and the rider of the
foremost horse (‘ould be easily recognized from the spot where ‘

the couple stood.
t 1‘ “ Tom Kyle wants me,” said the Westerner, gritting his
I teeth.
last night. were in for it now, and blood hes got to

He snatched the rifle which had fallen from the ill-mod

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“ If Tecumseh catches the lost' ..
God help him, any- '

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my": and at the brink of the river they halted, afraid to trust. their
" jaded steeds to the merCies of the ingnlfing sands. \_
t “Poor Tecumseh!" sighed Frontier Shack, as he closed /
'he‘. the cabin door and barricaded it firmly. “ I feel like one
[13‘ who has lost his best friend. That horse was the only true
friend Ote Sliackelford ever had, and if he gits out 0’ this
'9' scrape, he’s going to hunt Tecumsch till he finds him, dead or
’3” 4 alive I” /
5" George Long saw the trupper’s lips meet with terrible de- »
~‘termination behind the last word, and his mind was called
1" from the contemplation of Charley Shat'er‘s fate by the report
i of a seere of rifles and the thud of bullets, as they buried ‘
pill, , themselves in the cottonwood logs. ~
. “Fort Slmckelford is attacked,” said the trapper, with e
h A grim ‘smile, “ and the odds are somewhat enormous—two
d hundred against two.” '
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: RIFLE, FIRE AND LASSO.
5 1' SEVERAL minutes of silence followed the thud of the Paw
nee bullets. - J 
Then the voice of a white man came from the brink of the ,
 stream. I
.; “Shaekelford l” I ‘  
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s'nlmal‘s rump with his open band, and the next moment the
horse was flying over the plains, free once more, but marked “

‘ for life.

' “ Now for the river, boy !”

‘ A wild yell broke from the Pawnees’ throats, as our friends ~

" sprung toward the stream, and the red-skins were seen urging

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“ Well, what do you want, Kyle ?”

Pawnees last night. Is it true ?” ,
" I suppose it is,” was the reply, “though I counted but
seven."
;, x “ I fear that your deeds have sealed your doom.”
I“ You don’t fear any such thing, ’l‘oin Kyle.”

Eagle, who sat on his horse near by.

,1" ’ you,” he said, turning toward the cabin again.

 . r f‘ It is not, Tom.” "

3 “ The odds are against you i"

. , “ Decidedly so.”

 “Then you had best surrender without further blood- V
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“ We won't surrender.”
“ Consider, man."
,. , “ We Won’t surrender.” ,
' “ Shackelford—”
“ We won’t surrender ! we’ll fight you and your cutthroats,
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to the depths of perdition, and turned to his followers
" ', again.
” ‘ ' The trapper remained for a. few moments at the
loop-hole, and then ducked his head and disappeared.
:“ Did you hear everything, George i” he asked, as he struck
 .»the ground before the youth. '
“ Yes.”
“ Do you want to surrender ‘2” ’
‘ p No in
The young lips closed emphatically behind the monosyl-
‘ .3le and additional emphasis flashed from the young speak}
fl “do dark eyes.

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“Shackelford, our errand here can not be a mystery to l

“ I have left all to the Indians; but I will do all I can for 

Then the renegade consigned the inmates of the cabin ‘

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 “ You’re a man, by Joshua l” exclaimed Frontier Shack,» j 
" grasping the boy’s hand. “We’ll fight the bounds tonay, " 
*9 V and when night comes we’ll do suthing else, probably.” _ >- ‘1 
' After his failure in effecting a surrender, 'l‘om Kyle moved~ ‘ 
_- his forces further up-stream, and halted just beyond rifleshot 
M of, the cabin. ' ".
'_‘ He evidentlydid not care to trust himself within range of ~- 
Shackelford's rifle, nor was Red Eagle lolh to leave the spot ‘ .1
where they had first halted. c " 
From his dormitory Shackelt‘ord could note the movements
' ' of his foes. He saw them lounging about carelessly, or
f overhauling their ammunilion-pouches, and cleaning their
Weapons. He knew that they were preparing for the dark- ‘ ~‘*
 ,ness, that his island home Would then be invested, and stormed
by the treacherous two hundred. .
t “ I half expected that the bounds Would wait till night," ,7“
a". be said, addressing the boy adventurer, who was engaged in x. a
_ cleaning the chambers of a revolver. “Tom Kyle is not “;
going to attempt to reach the island so long as I can cover 1,
~ ~ his heart; but if they get to this grove to-night, they’ll hear '
the biggest noise they ever heard.” I I ‘ - i"
The youth looked up, inquirineg. '”
X A minute later the trapper rose and unbarred the door. _-
h Opening it boldly, he stepped out, and, in full view of the ‘ 4
. savages, walked to a giant cottonwood which stood perhaps 7 
fifty feet from the cabin. _  '
His movements, which, to say the least, were mysterious, 1 
frcaused the Indians to suspend operations, and watch him. (
He walked around the cottonwood several times, not appear- _  ._
ing to notice the Indians, then suddenly hastened to the cabin v '_ 
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lie smiled as he barricaded the door, and George Long I ,,
. could not restrain his curiosity.  ‘”
I “ What do such movements mean ?” he asked. 
“ You‘ll see to night if they come to the island." . 
“ They will come; I feel certain of that."  ‘1,
"0! course they will." . c ‘ I
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gathered about the scene, the Pawnee band seemed to gain I ff;-
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midst of eight or ten sub-chiefs, holding, as it were, a pacific  4
council of war. -

When, at last, the council broke 'up, a young Pavvnec, bear-

, " ing a. white fabric on the point of his lance, ran down the 
’ \river.
-- 5‘ . Opposite the ccnterof the wooded cove, he hesitated.
1, I ' “ Pale faces give up now ‘2”;
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The untlaunted reply caused the brave to whirl on his heel
and dart. back to his brethren.
Then night, as if eager to witness appalling deeds, suddenly
swooped like a black eagle down upon the earth.
" » “ They’re swimming the river !” said Frontier Shack, from
the loop-hole in the gable. “ They were afraid to trust their ,
 - horses among the sand. Now look out, boy, for they’ve
_ reached my island."
j’ _ For the last time Shackelfoxd descended from the gable,
and prepared for the attack. - - ‘

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.‘r river‘banks for the purpose of intercepting the white-faces’ '
TL -‘ ‘ escape, should they be so fortunate as to leave the island _
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V “ I hate this suspense,” said George Long, looking up into J t
 the trapper‘s face. “ I wish the ball would open.”  l
 ‘“ They’re hatching up Something devilish. I know Tomi.
 Kyle, and what he can’t think of, that Red Eagle can.”  r
 1, At this juncture Massusoit sprung to one corner of the but 1? 1
fix“. with a fierce growl. 3
 ., “The devils’ work has commenced,” said Shackelt’ord, i t
 I calmly. “ They’re burning us out 1" ‘ ,l ll
 Without another word he began to ascend to the eavesf}; 9
«g , with the aid of the rough logs that formed the cabin. George
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If Shack, descending. “ First blood for Ote Shack. Next l" 
'a' A wild yell drowned his last words, and again ~u volley M “I
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The. hunter sprung from the logs and snatched a torch {rem "
the tire. ‘ N f3

“ Dash me if they ain‘t standing around the tree!” he If};
exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with fierce triumph. “I‘ll ‘ y
l make a scatteration ’mong their ranks now, by Joshua! I
i will i” ‘ at
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hand. The next. moment' he stepped back, thrusting the gt
torch into the box as he executed the movement. A. x . ."
slight noise, like the explosion of a. few grains of powder! '
succeeded, and a white smoke rose from the recesses of the
box. _ 
V ' But the noise that followed the explosion of the fusqwas " ‘
most terrific. It shook the cabin from gable to foundation
I, and drove our young lnil'falo-hunter from the crevice by which
, ,3 he was standing. His eyes, too, were blinded by a bright
, lighthand before the noise died away he heard the shrieks of r  g.
l Indians, frightened, wounded, and dying! '
“By Joshua! it set the tree on fire !” cried the Happen,
gazing at thelargc cottonwood, now terribly lacerated by the, ‘
mine which so long had slept in its recesses. I I 
,‘I‘ ,, From behind the magnificent trees, the Pawnees were now,
i ‘ raining leiS upon the cabin, and burning arrows were hissing
, toward the dry roof. _ '
The destruction must: have been fearful, for the burning
“ _ tree revealed more than a score of forms, mangled and moo
lionless, on the ground, while others, badly injured, were L
era.“ ling from the spot.  7’)
“Listen!” , , 7g
,g}  The dry stuff that formed the mof of the cabin was crack."  
if ,ling beneath the blaze of the fiery arrows, and the objectot
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“ Yes; the old house is bound to go, and we're going, ton,
presently.” - /
“ Going where '1’"
“ ’l‘o Fort Kearny, mebbe; p’r’nps to the Pawnee village.”
“ As prisoners ?” ' -
“ Yes, if we go thar at all, to—nz’ght.”
Then the trapper suddenly walked into the apartment which ,
had served us Tecumseh’s stable. "
Three minutes later he returned and startled the youth with 
cocked rifle near the door. 'l
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Frontier Shack lifted his eyes, and placed his index finger 
on his lip. 
Somebody was on the burning roof. . g (
Frontier Shack climbed up the logs, and waited at the aper- 
ture between the cave and the uppermost log, for the person , b
on the roof. ' j i,
’ Presently he heard the unknown person descending, and'li
sustaining himself with one hand, the trapper cocked a revol-I'!’ 0
ver. \ .
But he hesitated; the person might be a friend, for the u
shot, which had been fired from the roof, had killed an ln- 11
dian, and who among the Pawnees would attempt such a“ ,
deed ?” m
The unknown let himself over the cave hurriedly yet cau- sa
-tiously. _
The legs first descended, then came the body, and when that '.
head appeared between the trapper and the stars, a low hiss ,u,
sounded:
"‘I hit him between the eyes; the Gold Girl is mind -
now !"‘ ' .Dci
Frontier Shack raised the pistol, but the head had disap-tv,I
peured before he could scatter the brains he wished to. f to,
“ Tom Kyle was on the roof." t ~ “
“ Toin Kyle l?” echoed George Long. , . "stn
“ Yes, and he shot an Indian, too." _5 um

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g “ A girl's at the bottom of the thing,” said Shackelford.
" “ He shot somebody important, for listen at them Indians.”
, Loud Cries, which’ indicated the death of some Indian of
'. distinction, came from beyond the burning tree, and dark
forms Could be seen moving wildly in every direction.

“Dash me if he hasn’t audacity 1” suddenly exclaimed

“l ,Shackelford, who was watching the savages from a crack near'
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the door. “ After killing the Pawnee, Toni Kyle walks right

 ainomr ’em no doubt swearintr I ilu med ’im.”
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" By Jeshna! it‘s getting too hot here, boy. Now for Fort
i Kearney or Pawneedom.”

“ I’m ready.” ' .

“ We must hurry. The Indians won’t do much till the chief
dies, I calculate ; but we must move rapidly.” ,
, For a moment the trapper disappeared in Teeumseh’s sta-

ble, and when he faced the youth again he held a light boat
in his arms. - . ‘
“I hev two boats, but, of course, the dirty dogs found the
one at the western point of the island,” he said, standing the
.eanoe on end against the logs and clambering to the eaves.
“ The renegadc's bullet. has drawn the ‘Indians from behind
ethe cabin, and now is the acccpted time.” i
' ; His strong hands tore the hated roof timbers aside, and al-
most in less time than I can record the fact, the couple had
)1 safely landed themselves with the boat on the island.
George Long breathed freer.

W" ‘1 Frontier Shack picked up the canoe and bounded toward
18’ Jhe eastern extremity of the cottonwood cone.

They reached it safely, and the boat was launched.

“9; ‘ “ Silence,” admonished the trapper, in the lowest of whis.

LDOI‘A. and the next minute a noiseless stroke sent the light

lP‘~Q‘aft with the speed of a rocket down the quicksanded river

3 toward Fort Kearney. , 4 ,
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‘ V, 5 stroke, when a score of rifles sent their leaden contents after
1 the daring fugitives. But the bullets whistled harmlesst
‘J’ant their heads, and George Long uttered aryejaeulation o!
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- “ We ain’t out of the frying-pan yet,” whispered the West: ,
erner. “ 'l‘here’sa sunkenlisland hyarabeuts, and if we strike \
it, there’ll be the deuce to pay." it

With the utterance of the final word, Frontier Shack sud-
denly guided the canoe to the right, and the next second sev- ,’

V ‘ eral rifles flashed on the bank. ,
» ; An oar dropped from the strong hand that griped it, and w
5" , the boat was borne around by the rapids.

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 Suddenly it struck !

I “ The island, by Joshua I" '1”
1 George Long sprung to his feet, and the following moment f.
_" t;  the light craft capsized, hurling him out into the water! ‘
, W He could not repress a shriek, as he struck the sand, and 1:.
 ,1 felt it ingulfing his nether limbs, drawing him, slowly yet. “i1

surely, down to a terrible death ! ,
Frontier Shack had suddenly disappeared, nor was Massa- _
suit to be seen.
_ The unfortunate boy struggled bravely; but the accnrsed .V
‘1,- sand Continued to drag him down. He could not extricate Em
himself. 
_ Suddenly he saw two Indians spring to the water's edge. 
334 '_ x The stars revealed their forms and actions. I)”
. He saw the talltSt of the twain whirl a' rope above his, a
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5:. face, tightened the lasso around his body, and he saw the saw? ‘
 5 ' ages gripe the lariat tightly, while a yell of triumph pealed '

 r ‘ from their throats. ,
:5, \ It was now a battle between the Pawnee and the. quick 5 “

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' when he found himself in the perilous situation described in
. Chapter fourth.

,‘ As Frontier Shack sprung to the ground to attend to the
{black stallion, Charley immediately assumed the saddle. He
leaned that 'l‘ecumseh’s restlessness might result in some‘wild
I freak, and he hoped to reach the bridle and curb his ire while
' his master secured his new prize. But the boy’s hand had not
Idisengaged the‘bridlc from the thick mane, when the tron-gray
. ounded forward. .

[Young Shafer felt his comrade hurled from his perch, and
Elound himself jerked forward by the bridle which his fingers
b ' ightly clutched. ‘

Still, however, he retained his presence of mind, and dis-
ilvering at once that he could not stop Tecumseh with the
' ridle, he grappled the long gray hairs of the" mane with his

ks, hands. and held on for dear life.

 

-cket; but he found himself unable to do so.

.g. On, on, still on ; the horse actually seemed to gain strength
i s he proceeded, and, by fearful glauCrs ahead, the young
v. hioan saw that he was nearing the lost herd.

d “ I can’t hold out much longer!” be. gasped between the.
In a moment. ’

‘ _1cnehed teeth, “ but I dare not release my bold.
 would he trampled to death by his hoofs, and father wculd
1"Ltver see his runaway boy again.” .
if Strangely Tecumseh would turn his head whenever a word

’ l  ll from rider‘s lips; the horse seemed to think the voice that

i it! his master; but the desire to see his free comrades over-

: led the obedience he had loved in days gone by, and kept
'1‘9 demon in his eyes.

“HEAVEN help me!” broke from Charley Shafer's lips,

Tecum'seh was conscious that he had a rider, for he tried-
r“ o shake the youth off. as be bounded over the prairie like a.)

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halt, but the next moment they wheeled to the right, and
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Thedralt enabled Tecumseh to approach very near the lost ' ,

rider saw the cause of the herses‘ sudden change of route.

gray horizon.
They were Indians,scarce a mile away.

How Charley Shafer‘s heart sprung into his throat at the l“

Bight.
If they could but see him!
He releaSed one hand from Tecumseh’s mane, waved his

handkerchief above his head, wildly and with frantic gesn' .
But he found that he occupied an insecure seat, and

tures.
was soon forcud to clasp the mane again.

tion for salvation had accomplished nothing, for the Indians
turned toward the river and he soon lost sight of them.
At last Tecumseh reached his lost brethren.

- with sundry plunges which almost nnhorsed his despairing
rider. The horse’s strength did not seem weakened in the least
degree, and this told Charley Shafer that, in bygone days, he
had been the monarch of some great equine family.

,, For he skirted the edge of the wandering herd like a rue-y

teor, and boldly threw himself in the van.
Now the boy clung closer than ever to the iron gray, for,

eight hundred hoofs were thundering behind him, and the‘ -

sound fell doomfully upon his ears.
1 He was riding, helpless, at the head of death.

The sun descended toward the grayish clouds that crowned
the horizon, and still over the rolling land the lost herd, and
,its new leader, thundered on.

' The boy at length became so weak and discouraged that it.
seemed as if he must tumble off the horse’s back, and Tecum-

‘ ' from his perch. -
Suddenly he thought of the. Pawnee village, which F
Shack said was north of the Platte;

A long line of dark forms appeared between him and the'

TIe groaned, as well he might, when he saw that his excr- '

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and he knew that,
\the horses were running in a northerly direction. Might thej‘

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s ’. He scarcely dared hope for such a finale to his wild ride,
. and yet he prayed devoutly for it.

9,7 1 The prayers for such a deliverance still rose from his lips, 7,
, ‘when ’l‘ecumseh snorted with rage and sprung to the right. , 
it, Almost nnhorscd by the unexpected movement, the young A f.
e  white butfalo-huntcr raised himself, and uttered an ejaculation ~‘ '
of joy commingled with anxious fear. V;
The lost band, in scaling a prairie hillock, had suddenly f 
3 came upon a Pawnee village, and a band of Indians! 1 1‘
l-‘ 7 ~ The latter were near, while far away he saw the former, 
:1 7 resting idly by a shining stream, which he felt must be the ‘ 
V k Loup fork of the Platte. /»
'- The Pawnee horscmen, perhaps thirty in number, at once - 57-"

3 {-r drove their spurs into the rowels of the fresh animals, with a x t
a- yell which the lost steeds greeted with neighs of astonishr
i ‘ ‘Pment. ,
e Charley saw lassoes made ready as the Pawnees rushed for-
; s Ward, and he saw, too, with infinite joy, that they were gain-
t ‘ iug on him, at no insignificant rate. _ ‘
e “ God help them catch me I" he cried, for captivity was i
 preferable to the doom which had stared him in the face so i '
:- long. ’ I ’ 
, - The singular turn which affairs had taken threw new
r; - strength into his limbs; he reached forward, and griped the
8 -- bridle which lay on 'l‘ccumseh’s neck. Then, sitting bolt up-
,,-,_ right in his saddle, he “ sec-sawed " on the Mexican bit with
if "all his might. \ 'I ~ ‘
if - His action bothered the horses that pressed in his rear, foru -: t
i} Tecumseh could not push forward with the alacrity he had I '
known, and the others crowded against him, much to his dis- ‘
I- "unietudc. I.
r-r 2 They tried to pull the brave boy from the saddle; they \ 
P  caught his garments with their teeth, and lacerated his limbs ,3
j- j g with their frantic exertions. .
fgs , But, finding that Tecumseh’s rider was delaying his prm
{:77 tress, they suddenly divided ranks, and, without mercy, left. f"
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7' was still in the midst of great perils, and he realixed his aims-3i, "
tion. , i I
‘ ‘\. ' Still with the strength born of desperation he “ see-sawed ":1
on the hit, each moment making the iron-gray more franticj '
A. « than ever. .,
‘ He did not look backward for the Pawnees; he feared:
, that a backward glance, like that of Lot’s wife, might prove ;
 I ,liisklestruction, and”hc was bent on conquering the trapper’s‘
., « \ runaway
 \ ' Tecumseh tried to regain his position at the head of the ,
' 1‘ , band, but failed, and at last he found himself quite a dis- 
tance in the rear. Foam now completely covered his fiery 
,1 body, and he seemed more a white horse than a gray one.
 ' On, On, he pushed with splendid resolution, and so intent-
.Was his rider in the work of conquering, that he did not
hear the hoofs that crushed the new-born grass in his rear.
1‘ , . But Tecumseh heard the sounds, and put forth every effort
 of strength.
“ What ails the bridle “r” suddenly cried the young Ohio‘
an, discovpring that the reins had suddenly lengthened.
‘ / “‘ By my heart! the bit is out of his month !”
He spoke truly; his eye had not ,deccircd him.
‘ Now the steed was ungovernahle again, and the boy drop«
'/'- , ping the reins fell forward on Tecumseh‘s neck, too weak to
i sit upright.

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5,“ Where were the Indians now? He turned, but could not
 see clearly. A dazziing mist floated before his eyes, and the 
’3 ‘ air to hiin suddenly became dense. ‘

I‘  He saw not, felt not, what Tecumseh did—the whirling

 ' rope, the sudden tightening of the strong cord, and the throt-

tling that quickly followed.
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,j‘M. - ’ He opened his eyes amid .t.hirty anxious Pawnee lndians, 
(if-1 . and his recovery was greeted with yells of delight and \tri-  N
 ulnph. ‘ ' Q.
 ‘ “ White hoy ride hunter’s horse like young brave,” said if
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, In a few words our hero acquainted the Pawnees with . "L1"...
“3‘. .the circumstanCes attending his perilous ride, and they ad- - Cf"
 mired his pluck in sticking to the animal. '1“
"t “ Pale boy brave enough to be Pawnee,” the Indian, who I
'E was evidently a chief, continued. “He made White Lasso . 

Oi catch him, by making hunter’s horse tired. If gray horse 
if! stay at head of band, White Lasso no catch ’im and save ' .j;

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2/: The youth smiled, and thanked the Pawnee for the life he" f,

- I had saved. r r- ,
He felt that his pluck had gained him. a friend among a” .3

a the Indians, and the thought was further strengthened by l
: i the Pawnee’s words. ' ‘ 7"

“ White boy sleep in White Lasso‘s tent,” he‘said, lifting ‘ I
L our weakened hero fzom the ground. g: A
t " Red Eagle got Gold Girl, Pale Pawnee keep the dark- "

er rose, and White Lasso make the young rider great chief.”
‘ The youth instantly comprehended the Pawnee‘s words
. A division of the captives had already been made, and
V Mabel Denison had fallen into the hands of the renegade
He allowed a flush of mingled fear and shame to overspreac
his face, and he clenched his white hands till the nails bleed ; "
, the palms. f ,
Perhaps he already loved the fair girl who had been.his 2%
Companion across the plains, and well might he fear for her "
safety, if such was the case. ' , ,
V l “ I will be near her," he murmured, “ and perhaps I may ,.,
~. yet thank God for my fearful ride through the jaws of  v
 death.” ‘ I.  "
The Indians watched the youth and the disappearing
~' horses alternately, until White Lasso strode toward his own
steed, panting near by.’ He bore our hero in his arms, and, ‘. *3
" 'seated him on the foam-flocked mustang, before vaulting into 
' the Spanish saddle himself. ‘ ' ‘z‘f 7'
i “ White Lasso love white boy,” the Indian whispered to' (v;
,3 his charge. “ He had a boy once; but the Apaches scalp 
. ' \‘im ’fore he won his feathers. Pale-lace take that boy's placo‘ f, 7.?
iii/now.” ‘ 5
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“ Upper Pawnees will want white boy. Kenoagla give
him them other day.”

White Lasso’s face darkened, and fire flashed from his
‘midnight orbs. His hand flew to his knife.

“ \Vhite boy is \Vhite Ilasso‘s Son now. Upper Pawnees
no git ’im again. The Pale Pawnees can not give ’im back.
Kenoagla not I’awnee’s true king l” 

He shot a glance burdened with passion around upon the
band, and/ the eytm which he met told that Tom Kyle’s days
of mastery were drawing,r to a close.

Charley Shafer shot a look of admiration into White
Lasso’s face; but the next words that fell from the Indian‘s
lips blanched his check. 1

“White Lasso cut boy’s heart ’fore he give ’im back to

7 "upper I’awnees.”

The night closed about the party before they entered the

V Indian village, and without exciting many of its inhabitants.

Charley Shafer reached his captor’s tent.

“ White boy tired ; he sleep now," said the chief, pointing
to a couch of buffalo skins, in one corner of the lodge. “No-
body hurt ’im. White Lasso stand ’tween ’im and Upper
Pawnecs, Red Eagle and Kenoagla."

The boy started.

If those three evils should combine'against him, what
could White Lasso do? The answer to this interrogative
came to him in the echo of the PaWnee's words.

“ White Lasso cut boy’s heart ’fore he give 'im back to
Upper Pawnee.”

\ With a sigh that indicated the prostration of a human

.frame, the peril-environed Ohio youth threw himself upon ,

the skins and immediately went to sleep.

He dreamed of home in that peaceful slumber—~not of
own danger, nor of his young comrade, who, during his
sleep, was being ingulfed by the treacherous quicksand
With a Pawn'ee lariat around his body.

After watching his Captive awhile, White Lasso stole from'
‘ the lodge, on tipsloe, and walked away.
~ ' Scarcely had he disappeared when the skinny curtain

‘ x ‘ slowly parted, and a face was revealed by the fire which

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_ “ How come pale boy here when Kenoagla‘ still far off?" ‘-
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“ Where White Lasso find
him? Ha! be pretty as river lily ; his skin fairer than Red
Eag1c’s," Then, after a long pause, “ Red Eagle not so pretty
as pale boy.
skinned brother sleeps in'White Lasso‘s lodge.”
Then the face disappeared, and the curtains met again.
A new love‘ was born in the Pawnee village that night.

CHAPTER VII.

TREASON . .

WINNESAW, the Pawnee girl, could not conjecture how
Charley Shafer had fallen into the hands of the thirty braves.
She had witnessed the departure of Tom Kyle and his red
marauders, the previous night, and the upper Pawnees had
informed her that the young pale-faces were with Frontier
Shack, and under his strong protecting care.

The return of the renegade was not looked for until some

time the coming day, for the savages knew that the tt'apper'

would defend his charges to the last extremity, and that the
cabin Could not be attacked successfully until nightfall. Bent
on solving the mystery that enveloped our hero‘s appearance
in the Indian village, Winnesaw did not immediately return
to Lina Aiken, the Gold Girl, but proceeded to look up
some brave _who had composed a part of White

party.

She saw that individual himself talking in low tones to a ' ' i

young warrior. Both Stood in the gloomy shade of a lodge,

and all at once Winnesaw grew into a statue not far 1‘  '
IWay. - -_ r ’
She felt that she Was the subject of the Indian‘s conversa; '
tion, and with every sense on the alert she watched the half-
naked twain. ' '
“ Wolf Eyes will do it all?” she heard White Lasso p"
in a half interrogative manner. ' ' - '

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Lucifer might cowt and be satisfied.

He said a few words in an undertone to the guard, who
looked up at the moon, pointed to a wall of black clouds,
and nodded his plumed head.

 ‘ Then Wolf Eyes walked away, dogged by the form of the
., _Iudian girl.

 ‘ WA moment later the Indians parted. in the shadOws, and  i
I Winncsaw glided after the younger, who walked toward 3 C“
L: the lodge occupied by Mr. Denison and his daughter,  EV
Mabel. ; 1n
, She saw him approach the guard with a boldness for 1
4 which she was not prepared, when she knew 'that a secret. i n
I , x r rhatred existed between the sub-chief and the renegade, and,  h
 parting the curtains, Wolf Eyes stood in a listening attitude 8 
long‘time. _ | 8
Some dark project was ripening; the girl felt it no longer l f
now—she knew it.” , 
4’ All at once Wolf Eyes turned from the door, and, in the i l
in" moonlight that bathed his dark but finely-chiseled facc, she ,- ‘
a", ,saw a smile of triumph, dark, sinister, triumphant, which a L
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She watched him to the door of his lodge, saw him enter, ‘
and, approaching as near as she dared in the stillness of the
night, she heard the overhauling of revolvers, and the click- *
ing of a rifle-lock.‘ . -

“ What must Winnesaw do now?” she r asked herself, with i
’h puzzled expression. “ Shall she go back and tell the Gold 1
Girl what she has seen, or shall she watch the traitors 2*” ;

Several times she repeated these puzzling questions, and in
the end she slowly walked away. A few moments later she ‘
I passed two Indians, who lay before a large lodge, convers—

. '- .ing in low tones, and disappeared beyond the skinny door.
“a The fire in the Center of the apartment was burning low, ’
g ‘ but it revealed the form of Lina Aiken, stretched upon Red

. Eagle’s couch, fast asleep and dreaming, with a smile on her
i ripe lips.

  For several minutes Winncsaw stood undecided over the _
‘. “\sleeping one, and then, stooping, she gently touched Lina’l
.Q-1. my cheek.

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ter,  Was dreaming, and you broke my dream in the most bewitch-  "
, ing part." .
for ; “Winnesaw sorry to wake Gold Girl,” said the Pawnee
ret, l‘ maiden; “ but she may dream of spirit-land again when she _
, has told her white sister what she saw to-night.”
3 ,A Lina Aiken instantly became on the alert, and- Winnesaw
smiled at her eagerness, which drove every vestige of slumber
from her eyes.

“ What has \Vinnesaw seen ?” she questioned, grasping the
girl’s arm, and speaking in a tone which caused the Pawnee
to shake her head. _ ‘

“Guards not asleep,” she whispered, glancing fearfully at:
the door. “The Pawnee village is full of red traitors; they " ‘ I;
went to outnumber the flowers of the prairies. Winnesaw
saw and heard them to-night; they talk‘low, but are as bold
V as the Sioux." And then she told Lina Aiken about the con-

'  fcrenee between White Lasso and Wolf Eyes, and the subse- '
quent actions of the latter.

“ What does it all mean ?” asked the Gold Girl.

“ Uheatery.”

“ But who is to he cheated ?"

- . “ Kenoagla and Red Eagle}:
"Explain, Winnesaw; your astounding declarations have
eonfu<ed my poor brain, I can not comprehend you; explain,

    
   
      

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“ Wolf Eyes loves the Gold Girl's brown sister,” the In- ,

(llan went on, “ and White Lasso’s heart beats in fire for—for
you, my fair-skinned sister.” I I. s 
“ What! am Ilieloved or rather coveted by another red-,9
skin?” groaned the captive blonde, a pallor flitting over her ' 

face.
“ White Las<o wants Gold Girl," said W'innesaw. /
“But, girl, may all this not he a plot of Red Eagle’s p139;
ning? You know he hates Kenoagla, as your people call my!”
renegade, and may not the two chiefs he in his employ towoh’g“__,
him of Mabel while he is absent?" e
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L since that time their lips have been scaled to each other and
Wolf ' Eyes is White Lasso‘s brother’s son.”
Lina Aiken did not speak.

, “If they waited until the war-party returned, they could !
, -- not. tear the pale-face girls from their captors,” continued the
r Indian girl, after a brief pause.

“ Then you think that they intend to carry out. their plot:
! tonight ‘3"

“ Yes.”

“ What of my guards ?"

I “They are the chief‘s friends; they too are traitors!"

“ Then why did Red Eagle place them here?"
« “He did not. The Big Medicine put them where they
Q stand.”
' “ Would he betray Red_Eagle ?" I «
x “ He would.”
’ ' “ What dark-tacod treachery l I have fallen into a den of
traitors, and treachery fills the very air I breathe. But the
boy ?”

A blush sufi‘used the red girl’s face. ‘

“ White Lasso will take him along if he goes to-nighL"

Lina Aiken was silent for a long time.

“I wonder where George is l" she murmured.

“ The other pale-face '3”

The white girl started and it was her time to blush.

“ Did you hear me, Winnesaw ?”

“ Yes; Gold Girl loves other pale boy.”

Lina’s blue eyes dropped to her feet, and the crimson
mounted to her temples, and tarried there until the Indian
girl arose. .

, “ You are not going to leave me now, girl?” said the blonde,
 ‘imploringly.
'3‘ J.‘ Winnesaw go watch traitors; she come back sorm,” was
i‘ the reply, and before the last sound (lied away, Lina found
«  herself alone.
' , The Pawnee girl soon perceived that her footsteps were
 dogged by a. black shadow, and she walked directly to her
5 . lodge. After dropping the curtains, she turned, and saw the
. black detective approaching with the tread of the cat.
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self upon her couch like one 'who would soon yield to the I.“ _
wooings of the drowsy god. i 
Tho moonlight stole faintly into her lodge, and a stray -, ‘

beam fell across her face. She threw an arm across her in
 checks in sleepy abandon ; but peeped out under the bridge ‘ h
[of theelhow, and saw the eyes that regarded her from the
outside.of the wigwam. One of the Indian‘s hands clutched
a silver-mounted reVolver, but she had no occason to use it,
for the eyes soon disappeared, and she heard their owner
walking away.

She arose and gazed upon the retreating form.

It was \Volf Eyes; the peculiar gait, the crest; of’ hawk~
feathers, proclaimed his identity beyond question.

He disappeared among the shadowy lodges, satisfied, no
doubt, that the object of his espiomtge slept suspicionlcss and
sound. 1 .t

The girl had completely deceived him, and when his form
no longer obstructed her vision, she snatched a rifle from a
corner, and left the lodge. , ‘

“ 'l‘he traitors shall not carry out all their plans,” she mut-
tered, with determination; “they may have the pale-face
girls; but they shall not carry the white boy away. The
Great Spirit made his pretty face for Winnesaw, and he shall
not be taken from her now.” ,

These words meant much, and the red lips closed over
them with fearful emphasis, which told what a woman would
dare for love. ,

Once the Indian girl thought of arousing the village, and _‘ f,
thus baflle the designs which were to be carried out when the ‘
dark clouds settled over the disk of the moon ; but' when she
reenllected that desperate men would do desperate deeds, and
that the entire village swarmed with plots and counterplots, ' t",
. and traitors of the deepest dye, she relinquished all such in- 
 tentions and resolved toqlo it all herself. J l M
fights hurried toward White Lasso‘s lodge; but now two In.
‘. dmns guarded it, and the chief was not to be seen.

She felt that ahe.was suspected. <' ,4 1

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did not return. She crept to the ‘base of the structure,aud~ .‘4.(\{‘
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Charley Shafer was still there.

While she listened, the whinny of a mustang reached her
ears, and drove her to her feet.

The next moment she was hurrying cautiously toward the
weStern suburbs of the village.

The whinny had told her much that was startling, and
presently she saw an Indlan holding three horses.by the
btidles on the hanks of the Pawnee Lonp.

Treason was hatching, and the shell would soon be broken
by the giant oilispring.

The girl crept near the horses, taking good care to keep to
‘windward, and all at once she dropped in the grass, and
griped the silvered butt of the revolver which Pawnee
ferocity had torn 'from _the hand of some murdered emi-
grant. ‘

V It was near midnight now, and the darkest hour Was at
hand. The black cloud wall had blotted the moon, as it

were, from the heavens, and but four stars, toward the east, '

still illuminated the skies.
' The horses were fresh and eager to rush over the prairies,
in film face of the cool breeze, that came from .the west.
’l‘hey pawed the sod, and arched their noble necks, until the
Ipdian curbed their ire with his voice, and made them seem
statues in the darkness. .

Winncsaw watched and waited with bated breath.

The consunnnation of treason seemed never to dawn.
But what seemed hours to the girl were but minutes, and at
last footsteps broke the ghastly silence. '

The click, click, of rifle and resolver were drowned by the
noise of the swaying grass._

Three forms joined the single Pawnee, but two bore hu-
man-shaped objects in ther arms.

The next moment two Indians vaulted to the mustangs‘
backs, and the sited-watcher lifted the girls to their arms.

“ Now the boy !”

It \Wafl White Lasso‘s Voice, and Winnest was nea

"’enough to see that a tight bandage Covered the boy’s m h,
and that Mabel Dcnison and the Gold Girl were similarl so.

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5“ hand toward tiie river. “ We ride to the.Sioux, and with --
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9‘ White Lasso and his friends.” ‘
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1: 1h, but before the spurs touched the scarrgd rowels, a pis-
" cracked and the indian W110 held Charley Sharer groaned
f" dropped to the ground! ' I ‘
:The boy still retained ‘his seat, and as the horses started
"" ard, a slender form sprung from the grass, and threw her-
f before the horse‘s hoofs. A hand clutched the bridle,
id the flash of powder drove the animal back upon his
\ nches. Then, before he could recover, his rider was
atked to the ground, and the hand released the bridle;
{- White Lasso and \Voif Eyes did not pause; but the chief
. ed and sent a bullet after the Pawnee girl, who darted
v Ward as the Weapon cracked.
38he stooped and snatched her rifle from the grass.
; “ Don’t, girl, you may shoot Mabel t”
Charley Shat‘er’s hands griped Winnesaw’s arm; but he
“id not prevent the shot. ‘
 A wild cry came back over the prairie, and in a ray of,
"" nlight which shot through a break in the cloud well, they
"‘ two forms fall from a horse.
,‘V.The remaining horseman dashed on.
 The young twain roshed forward.
“ White Lasso lay in the grass quite dead, and Lina Aiken
"' over him, transfixed with horror. - r g ,
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“t the next instant he threw it away with a despairing cry.
H,‘ “Half Eyes and his beautiful captive had entirely disap-
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The young adventurer staggered back with a groan.
. V— Lina Aiken stole to his side. .
 , “ Poor Mabel,” she said ; “ they killed her father but an ’ 
“1' age, and now the second sorrow of her life‘begins.”
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haps, had it not been. for that red-skin,” and, as he turned
Winnesaw, he hissed: “ Girl, I hate you; may Heaven ’1
crease that hatred l" ' ‘
Winnesaw dropped her eyes and turned away. ,
“Don’t hate her, Charley, don’t! she has been Very kin
.to me.” -
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The Indian girl started forward, but paused and turned t‘
the couple again. 1‘
f‘ The PaWnees come l” she said “The clouds gathe -
but Wiunesaw will stand by the pale-faces' through 
storm 1” ‘
The next instant they were surrounded.

CHAPTER VIII.
AN UNEXPECTED ACCUSATION.

WE left George Long among the devouring quicksands 0*?
the Platte, and now, after a brief absence, we return to hi - "
~ His Weight, though not great, seemed to take him down ‘_
and the Indians, seeing this, set up wild yells for assistanc_ '1
Meanwhile, they tugged with all their strength at the lasso, q
and the boy thought that they would rend him in twain .,
Tighter and tighter grew the lariat about his body; his arm 9.
seemed to be forced into his sides, and his breath became mer '
gasps, and brief ones at that. .

" Let go! let go i” he shouted to the savages in the agony
of mingled pain and despair. “ You can’t get me out! DI"
knees are below the sand now; my feet are lumps of ic I

, Drop the rope, and let. me sink !" ‘

But the savages did not obey. 0n the other hand, the ”
braced themselves anew, and pulled in quick, torturing jerk.
The unfortunate boy‘s body lay on the water now, and 1h
jepks would submerge his face in the cold fluid, which seeme
destined to be his grave. ’ ’
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T“ Steady l" shouted a new voice, and the next moment Tom
Wyte, the renegade, appeared on the scene, at the head of a
\' ore of warriors. _

' George looked up and saw the Pale Pawnee dofl' his sernpe’
1nd plumed hat. Then he handed his pistol-belt to an In-
;I‘ien, and urged his horse into the fatal river. .
 v “ Pull steady !” he cried, glancing over his shoulder at his
5: d-men. “ We'll get the boy out yet—the boy who shot
ed Eagle l”. .

' If George Long could have uttered an intelligible word, be
e :ould have flung the lie into his Would-he-rescuer’s teeth.
"3 saw the moti‘Ve that prompted the renegade’s action; he
1 Would rescue him for the purpose of covering up a dastardly
‘Itrime of his own, for, as yet, the youth had not shed a drop
V of Indian blood.

V ’ Nearer and nearer came the renegade. IIis steed sunk at
5each step, and Tom Kyle spurred him out of the devouring
,atud before it could clutch its victim, and at. last he drew
: ein beside the youth. George had sunk but a few inches
:since the tightnin; of the lasso; the Indians’ strength had
untetacted the work of the saiid'; but they could not extri-
icme him. It wanted a strong upward pull, and that was
Coming in the arm of the renegn'de. *‘

~ “ You’re in a bad fix, boy,” cried Tom Kyle, reaching down ‘
: ,ior the motionless form lying on the water. “The Indians
_¢ere_ about giving you up when I came, and you couldn't hire
gene to ride out here and try and pull you out with all the
‘bcalps in Christendom.” -
' b He caught the young Ohionn’s shoulder, and shouted to the
{Indians on shore to loosen the tension of the lasso. Instantly
' :it was done, and steadily Tom Kyle rose in the heavy Spanish
' stirrnps, pulling the boy upward with all the strength he could
(Command. ‘
v '- ‘ While he exerted his strength, his noble horse was sinking,
. and thus loosening the sand about the boy’s legs. It sprung
, "to its new victim—the horse—and as the spur-scarred flanks
touched the water, George Long felt himself being pulled
through the Waves, while a thousand hellish cries filled his
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‘ A'few frantic struggles settled the brave steed’s fate, and at
last the‘water rushed over the sandy grave.

“George Long fainted in the water; but four Indiana'»‘
rubbed him back into life, and he was jerked upon his,"

feet.

“ Where’s white trapper ?”

George pointed to the river, and the Indians who had fired
the volley which resulted so fatally to the voyagers, declared

that Frontier Shack had disappeared in one of the quicksand ’

Whirlpools whichebound in the Platte. .

“ I guess you’re able to sit on a horse,” said Tom Kyle, turn<
ing to our hero, “ We're going home now."

The boy declared that he felt stronger, and presently the:
party were riding in a full gallop toward the north.
they were mounting, a bright light illumined the cove, and
several Pawnees, loaded with pelts, rode up and joined the
band. The island home of Otis Shackelford was in flameg,
and it"l0oked as if the entire island would-be devoured by the
scarlet demon, fire.

“ Where is the trapper‘s horse ‘3” questioned Tom Kyle, ot
the youth, as they rode along, V

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must know that I am terribly disappointed. There is no such
steed as the .trapper's in my nation; I would liave given a
thousand dollars for him, any day.

Tom Kyle neVCr dreamed that that coveted horse was to
prove his death!

They rode into the Indian village an hour after midnight.
Confusion filled the square, which was illuminated by torches

elevated on poles, and a strange sight greeted George Long‘s \,

eyes as he took in the wild scene.
He first saw Cuarley Shafer standing beside an Indian girl.

and ' tomahaw ks.

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tide, when Kenoagla‘s party rode into the village, In} two
[dead bodies. The whitish lasso lying on the throbless‘ - ’
3 breast proclaimed the identity of one, while the absence of
{plumes front the other head, proclaimed its 0Wner a common

x Warrior. ‘ .

~ TOm Kyle‘s eyes swept the entire scene in an instant, and
he drove the spurs into his animal’s flanks with an oath, which

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his lips. He had attained the Object of his harangue—time;
n 'and at. sight of the returning band the red-skins divided, and

L the renegade halted in the “square.” ’
“ The other boy, by heavens i" exélaimed the renegade, his

lea . . . .
lo _ eyes rceogmzmg Tecumseb’s young rider. “ Where’s the
(1 horse ‘3" l V
o “ Safe in the Pawnee village,” answered an Indian.

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q o “ Good l he’s mine."

The savages (crowded about the band to learn the articu-
rJltll‘S.()f their expedition, and terrible shouts rent the air when
the bursting of the cottonwood was made known. Fierm

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looks were shot at George Long, who sat on the white mus-
‘ tang at the renegade’s side; but the red-man’s anger reached

it its loftiest pinnacle when a certain corpse was brought into

“ the circle. '

Tom Kyle had tried to prepare the savages for had news;
but his words shot hitter arrows at the, youthful captive, and

I when the warriors laid the corpse of Red Eagle beside that

of White Lasso, his secret enemy, there was a perceptible *1"

3 movement toward the boy. Winnesaw bent over the body.

“ Back i’ cried the renegade, rising:r in his stirrups. “ Do

| not slay the boy in the heat of your anger. The upper Paw- a ’1

' nees are here; they claim the two pale boys; we gave them if

to our river brethren when the white man‘s trail fell into our

\ hands. \Ve must listen to the upper I’awuees."

I At this haraneue the [ndiaus paused, and looked toward

‘ the group of Indians whose peculiar garments told that they

. did not dwell on the Leap fork. Fifty stalwart fellows conr- .

posed the group, and all at once the plumed heads of the \'

chiefs came together in low convctthation. The Loup and.

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FRONTIER SHACK,

they had met as foemen on the battle-field; and a few wor l.

were sufficient to rupture any peace that might exist betweeem

them. ‘ .-

The young white buffalo-hunters, as captives, belonged to
the Platte Pawnees, and when the survivors of Frontier
Shack’s Victory besought their Loup brethren for aid, they
thought that the boys would be delivered over to them with-3‘
out a word.

tier Shack had not fallen into the Indians’ hands, and a hall
bud emered Red Eagle‘s brain. The chief’s death 'bad, in the
event of the trapper’s disappearance, been charged to the
young adventurer, and the Loop Pawnees now clamored fer
'his hot young blood, and for the gore of his white Comrade. -

The Indians whom Charley Shafer tried to signal while fly-,
ing over the prairies on ’l‘ecumseh’s back, had proved to be
the band of Platte Pawnees, on a butl‘almhunt, and they had'

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explosion of the cottonwood. After the siege, they hadbeen
persuaded to accompany Kenoagla’s band to the Pawnee vil-

lage, where a final disposition of George Long should be r('

made.
The whispered consultation of the Platte chiefs did not

last long ;

lodges in peace.”

Tom Kyle saw that he stood 0n the crust of a crater, and -" 
his eye calmly swept the sea of red faces beneath his, -
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their lips closed firmly over certain words, and, at ‘
- length, the Samsoniau leader of the party advanced from the :
group. ~

“ The chiefs say, ‘ Give us our property !’ " he said, in a 
fl'rm tone; “give us the white boys and we will seek ouL‘~

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The fifty mounted Plattes regarded him with anxious faces \I

and their hands clutched the rifles with terrible determina- _
tion. ‘ .
“ Braves of the Loup, shall two pale boys dye Pawnee ,

ground with Pawnee blood ‘2” asked the renegade, hurlinghis '1 .
‘ voice above the clicking of a hundred title-locks, and the test-

ing of twice as many arrows. “ This pale spawn will die in.

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V 1"No i no I" shouted White LaSSO’B brother,
'0’ lrse’s back. “ The slayer 0f ReiEagle Shall die by his"
weelkchndren's hands, If Kenoagln is a Loup no longer, let him
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“Her ,1t was the first outbreak of treason, and the yell§ of ap-
they‘pmvu; mm followed it, blltllClltftl the renegade’s checks.

“in”, One glance at the Gold Girl, and he hastened to remedy

- ‘ his mistake.

run-v .t 1' spoke for przice,” he said; “not for the life of Red
lmll~ Eagle’s Slayer. The l’lztttes and Loups are brothers now;
“'3 than all brotherly ties be severed?" I \
the “ if they do not say to the Loups, ‘ Tillie the white boy
for and avenge Red Eagle ’——yes 1” cried the Little Butl‘alo.

16' ' The titty daring fellows in the midst of their three hun-
flY'; dred nmd hrethcen hit their lips, and shook their heads reso-
b”, lately. '

“"1 ' “Then, Pawnee Lonps, we keep the pale-laces or die 1"
"'8 t cried the renegade, dé the fifty threw the deadly weapons to
f‘“ their shoulders.

“'1 The women and children, with wild shrieks, fled from the
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“t Neither party seemed willing to inaugurate a conflict which
"9 might grow into a. \thl' of extermination, and the silence which »

" ' reigned could almost have been felt.

“  The feelings of the c-tptives at this dread moment can not.
1L: be described. 'l‘heir liveshungr on delicate threads; death,

like the sword of I)zllll()ClCS, quivered over their heads, and
 they waited with thl'obless hearts for the volley of fire and
‘ ‘ 10nd.
' All at once, after three minutes’ silence, the Platte chief

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. the hand of massacre. he
 “ Stay your hands, Plattes and Leaps 1” she cried, pausing (up
l3 , between the divided tribes. “ The pale boy did not slay Red “h
1»; Eagle. The ball that reached his brain came from Kenoagla’s "
,I , rifle I”
x. ’ , The effect was electrical. '
 Every rille was lowered, and every eye fell upon TOD)
 Kyle.

His face became as pale as death, and, trembling visibly, he
rose in his stirrups.

“ The red snake, who basely shot \Vhite Lasso hates the
Pawnee King. She would save the pale boys, and see him
die. The Warriors will not listen to her false tongue when

\they can read her heart.” ‘

The red-girl’s voice quickly followed the repegade's :

“ The Pale Pawnee’s rille shoots a big bullet," she said, _' ‘
calmly, firmly. “ It will not enter the muzzle of the white
boy’s gun. Take Kenoagla‘s lead and try it. It will not fit:
the white boy’s gun; but it will fit the hole between Red
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he got the Gold Girl.” '
Three Pawnees sprung from their steeds and griped the 
.1 ‘ rifle which George Long had retained with a deathly grip i
‘5 while sinking in the quicksand.

Tom Kyle tossed them a bullet. _
‘ “ Take it !” he hissed. “ That girl can make the P‘awnee .
believe any thing)? ‘
N- ’The savages who were prominent actors in the cabal which
‘ existed against the renegade, carried on the examination. '
Toni Kyle’s bullet Would not lit the boy’s lgun ; but it could .
be placed in the hole in Red Eagle’s brain. It fitted that
. death-wound to a. nicety. \ '
75, ' The examination concluded with a yell.
 .~ . The renegade handed his rifle to a chief.
2' “ if I slew Red Eigle I Would fight; but, knowing that I
V never aimed at his head, I surrender to my people.”
The next moment he sprung'l‘rom his morse, and, guarded
by a score of warriors, he was hurried away.
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lied fapue of all the red demons. of the prairie l Though dethroned,
, hthe Pawnee king is not friendless l”
glas — . . .
In the Jaws of death, Villains plot anew.
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:im “YOU’VE GOT MY nonsn.”
":3 TOM KYLE was thrown into the only strong wooden struc-
ture that the Pawnee Village contained, while the young ad- ‘ ;
. ~venturers were placed in a lodge and guarded by equal num-
fdt 1., bers of Plum; and Loup Pawnccs.
“6 Lina Aiken was taken to‘the Medicine’s Wigwam, While
fit Winnesaw was, also, closely guarded, for she was guilty of
'd i the death of two of her people, and she must certainly atone
Be  for the crime with her own blood. But she had haflled \Vhite
le  Lasso, and succeeded in keeping the white boy from the '
3 smoky lodges of the Sioux. ’l‘hat, at least, was a source of
p  Comfort to her, when she knew that tho Plattes would regain
,- their captives, and that she would die with her lips far from
l» his. I .-
8.  Such a state of affairs had never‘before reigned in th
l l Pawnee village, and the Indians consequently were greatly ‘
excited (later it. The guilt and Innocence of tom kyle Were
, discussed everywhere duringr the day ; the Platte braves being ‘, f I
' obliged to remain to await the result of the renegade’s trial,
v which would take place the following day. The treason smo- y,
> thcl‘ed so long had now broken forth, and, in its strength, it
swept every thng before it. The conspiring Chiefs chat'ed at
the delay; they demanded an immediate trial; but the ma- my"
/ jority of the oldest‘ sachems counseled the postponement of
’ the crisis. and they prevailed. . , , 
Toni Kyle still possessed many true friends, and it was , 
4 true policy that their (words should produce some efi'ect. 7 
‘  The afternoon was rapidly fading away, when la solitary .i/a
_ Crow Indian rode into the Pawnee village. His rifle was, 
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thrown across his back, as the sign of peace, and his scalpin I ~
knife and tomahawk were inverted in his belt. A sing
feather comprised his headdress, and it was interwoven
\his scalp-lock, in a curious and somewhat artistic mangle»
He was an lndian of middle age, but the thick painting a“.
many wrinkles, and several Vermilion lines on his massiv
" breast revealed the presence of arrow or lance scars. Hi?
leggings, as well as the sides of his horse, dripped with watéi ‘
‘ which proclaimed that he had crossed the Loop fork at i"
deepest point, and he busied himself in arranging the drenche':
fringes of his nether garments, with a view to enhancing hi
appearance‘in the eyes of his Pawnee brethren. \ '
. He found himself besieged by hundreds of women an.
’ ‘ children, long before he reached the council square; but h
J " \ ' resolutely pushed his animal through the masses, nor di
I 7 he drawrein until the warriors gathered about and demande a
‘ his name and errand. ' 
A singular smile played with the Crow’s lips as he gaz 5’ a
into the fierce faces that surrounded him, and, all at once, by!
shook his head and put his finger over his lips, which he drew-_
close. ~ ‘
The Pawnees exchanged looks of wonder and awe. They i
Seemed to Comprehend that their visitor was a mute.
Then one of the chiefs undertook to discover the 'Crow’s
' errand, and, with a few motions of his hands, the visitor bade!
 the Pawuees form a great circle, which was done.
V2”, Instantly/new life seemed to inspire the Indian; he performed
 a buffalo-chase so admirably that the Pawnees clgpped their
k - hands, and made the air ring with “ wewas,”. their word for
“ good i"
a , fl‘he Crow’s actions told his auditors that he and a number
‘0} of his countrymen had embarked upon a great buffado-hunt,
‘ / which had proved quite succmsful, but disastrous so far as the
‘ Indians’ Welfare was concerned. They had lost a number of"
their party, and he had pursued the buffaloes to the borders
 of the. Pawnee country. His.comrades, grieved by the 1036’. ‘
V of two sub-chiefs, who had been killed by wounded bulls,"i .
i had returned, while he had embraced the opportunity'of visit-J ~~
" hag his PaWnee brethren for the first Rule. '.,2 - ‘
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)pléhthered about him with delight, mingled with profound

sing :pect. The American Indian always respects an unfortunate I
>9” 3" men ; they pity any one whom the Great Spirit has touched, I ,3:
mm, they express aflliction in any form, and they received [be

,, h-ute Crow with dignified courtesy, mingled with sympathy - ./
,Ssiv 3 1' his loss of .hearing and speech. . ., A
H, After performing his journey from the Crow village beyond »
,até,§lhe Black Hills to the Pawnee Iodgcs, the Indian produced
t i ,‘ veral pieCes of white bark, and charcoal pencils.
chef Upon the former he drew the picture of a sleeping bear,
,. m ‘Dd then pointed to himself.
’ Then he sketched 'I‘om Kyle; held the picture up to the
a“Pawnees, and looked inquirineg around.
: h ‘ This was not a strange question, for the renegade’s person
and position was well known to the Crows, and it was quite
dc natural for the Indian to inquire about the king of such a
3 gr rat nation as the Pawnees.~ ,
z p ’ V lIis question was ansWered by signs and picture-writing,
h and he expressed great surprise at the unexpected turn atl‘ait‘s-
‘ had taken.

ew Then he dismounted and confided his horse to the care of
,e the oflieiating chief. This announced his intention of remain:
lug,r to witness the renegade’s trial and doom.
Via A lodge was giVen him, food placed at his disposal, and the
de' curtain fell upon the Crow all alone. 

He did not seem to hear the loudest sound, for‘a gun had '
0d been discharged close to his head, and he had not exhibited
the least curiosity regarding the shot.

After remaining in the Pawnee lodge for the space of an
llOur, Sleeping Bear raised the curtains and stepped out. The
ashades of night were gathering from the four cardinal points,

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,6, lage. ‘ , ‘
{1' He encountered a warrior whose age reached his own, and, ‘ 
1 they walked, at the Crow’s request, toward the corral, which ‘i
’1, contained perhaps a hundred horses. These animals were '
 newly captured or stolen ones, while the old Pawnee steeds

‘ Were browsing along the banks of the Leap fork, or sleeping
I .‘on the prairie near the village.
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signs. Sleeping Bear did not notice the Pawnee’s suspici. .
'\r nature; he seemed intent on telling the story of a fame. ‘
chase after tlte wild horses, and at last they reached the en
mi. , V

The horses were biting and fighting each sother like wi.
beasts. and many already bled from wounds inflicted by hoo
. or teeth. ‘ J
Prominent among them appeared a magnificent iron-gm
Whose fore shoulders Were branded with the letter S. 'l‘h '
horse seemed the kingr of the corral, Qn' the others fled aroun '
the inclosure at his approach, and many were cowed by h
flushing eyes. .
The two spectators watched the conqueror in silence, a ,

denly galloped toward them, and poked his neck forward

the Crow with a low Whinny of delight!

. The next moment the mute found his throat griped ‘

long fingers, and the Pawnee was hearing him to the groun

with quick tj:tCtthztions of success. T
“The horse has betrayed the white hunter,” hissed the I ,

dian. “ He never leaves the Pawnee village, never 1"

head before its owner could recover his equilibrium, for th ‘
Loup‘s action was the work of a single moment.

sprung to his feet like the upward flash of the rocket, as su
den and as resistless.
The Pawnee tried to shriek ; but the cry died in his_throa
and the Crow‘s hand choked him into the realms of insen“
, bility. Once the red hand opened pat‘tiuily, but suddenl s
01 need again, held the Pawnee at arm’s length, then let hi}
drop. ‘ ‘ '
One dead Indian lay at the edge of the corral! .
During the conflict the Crow, as he styled himself, did ‘_
utter a word, and after the victory he maintained the dog: 
silenCe which had kept his lips sealed since his entrance »in':'
PaWneednm. ‘ .
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~ victor approached and patted it afl‘ectionately, but did not
' ‘r a word. ‘

_The tarry of the Crow in the village, and the scene at the
unforse-pen, had occupied several hours, and the night was well
09 Vaneed when the last incident occurred. His absence was
‘Ipt l)]i:SCti; several Indians had seen the Pawnee join Didi,"
Ni _ d they, no doubt, thought that they Were yet together about
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TM tilage, and entered his lodge, but a moment late! he emerged
“1 gain.

11“ But few Indians were to be seen now, and the hunter
1‘ J‘fi’ned a small group standing near the lodge wherein slept
r_ ina Aiken. 'l‘he savages notiCed him and proceeded with
0 heir conversation. The expression on the Crow‘s face told
whém that he was a true mute, for they said words designed
I " " startle him, but without effect.
\J‘fl‘hc I’lattes will take the pale boys to-morrow,” said

“"0 Indian. “ We do not want them. We will say that
film cuoagla killed Red Eagle, whether he did or not, and his
‘ mUod will satisfy our people.”
It was agreed among.r the conspirators that, guilty or inno-
Sent. Tom Kyle should die on the morrow, and it was evi-
le‘uent that none of the conspirators believed him guilty.
“1 hey argued that he dared not slay Red Eagle, when the
chief had been a professed friend, and they could not tell
'eiwhflt kind of ride George Long might have usud while in
0” the tl'apper’s hut.
“‘1 After a while the group dispersed, and the visitor return-
ed to his hut, or lodge.
'9‘: Half an 'hour later the door of Tom Kyle's prison opened
"1 SIOWIy. It was Opened. by one of the guards, and an instant.
'v later the renegade came forth unbound.

“ Where’s the girl '2” he asked, in a low tone.
‘ “ At. the corral.”

7 - - “ Good! now let us hurry. If Kenoagla is found here to-
, film-row, he’ll be roasted, or shot, as sure as fate."
. '“ And the braves who help their king."
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the darkness, and when they reached the inclosure, th
Were joined by another Indian who held Lina Aiken in~hi f-
arms. ' I

“ We‘ll succeed better than White Lasso," whispered th "
renegade, when his eyes fell upon the Gold Girl. “ He can"-
steal women Worth a curse. Tom Kyle’s an old hand a ,
the business. Now,” he said, in a louder tone, but tit ‘
BaVage who had waited for his coming clutched his arm. '

“ llist! Kenoagla."

“ What‘s up ‘3” .

“ Somebody's among the .Pawnee’s horses.”

“ The devil l"

“Rattlesnake heard him when _he came here; but he h ,
not heard him for a minute."

“ It‘s some thieving Omaha,” hissed the renegade, “ an
be has stolen away ere this. Catch the animals.”

the corral at the furthest side. Among them was Tecumseh
the iron-gray.
' “By heaven! the gray is mine at last 1” exclaimed th
renegade, in a low but exultant tone, as he fondly caresse
the steed on whose back the marks of Frontier Shack’s Spa
ish saddle were plainly visible.

the horse till I mount, and, Big Eyes, you take the girl.”

sel upon the iron-gray’s back. The next instant he ga
Tecumseh the spurs, and the horse dashed away, leaving th
' three Indians standing beside their steeds.

They dared not follow Tom Kyle! in the last momen
their courage had signally failed them, and they looked into‘
each others's faces with mingled shame and cowardice. ,
7 Tom was going to the Apachesflmt they dared not rid
into those southern wigwams. They had stolen Apach
horses; they were known, and Tom, they now feared, coul 
not protect them there. Perhaps, when they had serv
his purpose, he would desert them. They knew the treachet’ “

 uf the man they had served. . ' _
The renegade glanced over his shoulder and saw the m»,
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1, fire, to desert a fellow when he needs help; but I don’t 

23031: back now. I’m riding from a stake, to authority‘over
his thousand Indians, who will not conspire for a fellow“!
tn" Vaudy clothes.” ’

I He sunk the spurs deeper than ever into Tecumseh’s
mitowels, and glanced down into the pale face that looked up
_ do him with a smile of malicious triumph.

‘ Flying from a stake to a kingdom !
It was a proud moment for 'l‘onr'Kyle.
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hm. Tecumseh gained the furthest hank, when three dark ob. '. 
' Jects sprung from the grass. 
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Tecumseh halted suddenly, as if stricken by an arrow., ' .
m Tom Kyle drew a pistol. \ L,"
,0“ . » An Indian sat bolt upright on a horse, not twenty yards x: ‘l
iurhis front, and he saw that a rifle covered his heart. .. {I
u," ' He discovered more than this. He recflgnized Sleeping 
Be or, the Crow, whose visit to the Village he had lately wit- 
,8 .. eased from his prison. \ 
01 “ The Crow had seemed a mute; but had not the exclama- a 
I ,m which brought Tecumseh to a halt fallen from his lips P. ‘ [L
m. - The mental iutcrrogative was soon answered to,the reno- ~ ’1 f f
",1 gde’s satisfaction and astonishment. ,. :3“
u,» . “ Tom Kyle, you‘ve got my horse 1” V 
t’ The fugitive king saw all now. ‘ . ‘ . ‘ 
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sno'r BY ms OWN RIFLE. ’

“ TOM KYLE, I say you’ve got Tecumseh I" i
 The reiteration of the trapper’s declaration followed a 
{(1, minute’s silence.‘ ~~
 ‘ 9‘ Wei], what if I have i’” hoarscly grated the White Raw 5:
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j' - - “ I- want ’im.” '1,
 x “ You do ?” k ‘

 ‘ “ Certainly ; get off i” ‘ i
‘3, g I Tom Kyle gritted his teeth till they fairly cracked. Then, i
.172): be lowered half unconscious Lina Aiken to the ground, but; 1
 remained on the iron-gray. ‘ :4!
 . “ There's the girl i” he said. I 'l
‘1" , “ But I Want the horse. Tecumseh is worth more to m fit

 than all the girls in America.” “
 “What will you do with me? Shackelford, I have saved E
"I ' your life." 
 V‘ “ And you would have saved it night before last if youri'yi
devils had caught me, too,” Was the sarcastic rejoinder. “ But 
to business; get ofl‘ that horse." . "‘te

 

Shackelford‘s voice was as stern as a winter storm, and th‘" -
renegade saw his head drop once more to the rifle-stock. 7“!
“I mean business, Tom Kyle. We" can’t wait here. I 16
, _ you will be stubborn—fl ‘ 
..  a The fugitive from Indian vengeance interrupted the hunt 10‘
if?” by springing to the ground. a a If,
" Frontier Shack now rode slowly forward, the remainin, :
horsemen following his example. ’ g
V _ . “I ’pulled wool over the Pawnees’ eyes this time, Tenth, ’
he Said, familiarly, and with a broad smile. “ The water te ’1
me that I make a handsome Indian. You see I can pl  g
‘ n" i the Crow pretty decently, for I’ve trapped with the varmin [T
5" .r. "It, I! but I neVer caught enough of their lingo to gabble it off,  
 advantage. Wonder what them Pawnees ’nd say it -4 H .
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He paused, and Tom Kyle saw fit to put a question.
“ How did you'know I was escaping?"

“ I’ll tell ye. I first put an end to the two greasen what
guarded the boys, hyar, an’ then I sneaked around forties-g.
 girl, for one 0‘ these chaps wouldn‘t budge a peg ’thout hers 
i I found her nest empty, an' I knew that you had a hand in
Lthe pie. I knew that you Would take my horse, because V ,
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whack to the corral, for I thou‘ght I would run ag‘in’ you, and _ 

w. I (hex-c td hev been a game blocked. We caught Pawnee 
s horses on the prairie, and struck out for the Platte.” “ r
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I “But how did you know that I would ride south-5 :15";
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f “I knew your situation, Tom Kyle. The_Pawnees hev
leq' told me about the volcano that they were manufacturin? ' [A
,ugébeneath your feet, and I knew that you had good induce- ’
Iiftnents to join the Apaches. So we came here and waited. _
This is the old Apache trail. You war a fool for takin’ it 
m'.'to~nigbt.” '  7»
t ' “,1 know it," said the renegade ; “ but what can’t be cured / A; j
ve must he endured, I suppose.” ' ' ~
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\ l‘tered curses. ’  ,3},
m ‘- Then he was placed upon the horse, which the trapper V_
had ridden from the Pawnee village, and his legs Were lashed ’ V3,;

1  the sincwy girth. ' M

IN u where are ym, going 9" he asked, as Frontier Shack , I ‘

m @aulted upon the back of his favorite steed once more.  “r 

g  “To Fort Kearney.” ‘

um 7‘. A pallor flittetl across the renegade’s face.

I  He did not want to go the frontier station.

om .  “ Shackelt‘ord, this is the lowest kind of revenge.”

te  The trapper smiled.

p], ,j‘I can‘t take vengeance for the Go’vernment,” he “id,
nin Tom Kyle, I‘m going to turn you over to themathorities,
:yfi, rely I hope that they will deal justly with one who ha.
 I. 'tlcred so many helpless emigrants." ' ~ .
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Shackeiford, that, should I escape, I will take your limit I
am obliged to hunt you a lifetime.” ’.
Another smile curled the hunter’s lips, and then the rid;

; over the prairies continued in silence. ‘ 1
Fort Kearney, at that time, was a weak frontier post; but

sit awed the savage in its vicinity, and kept him classed amo ' ‘
the comparativoly harmless denizens of the West. The Can-
non had a terror for him, and, as yet, he had not learned with!
laugh at the blue-coated soldiery, who stood between him

The western post, in question, was situated about sixty
miles from the point where Frontier Shack arrested the flightw
ot‘ the Pale Pawnee, with his priZe—the Gold Girl. 6

Shackelford took a trail not much frequented by Indian‘

The quartette rode rapidly beneath the stars, which dotte "f
the azure vault, and wore a senescent aspect, which the trap- ft
per noted with a half frown. 

He almost wished that the night might be interminable.

At last day broke upon the vast prairie, and found tht
[ugitives still many miles from Fort Kearney.

Objects assumed shape gradually, and the first one to speai;
was Lina Aiken, who sat before the trapper on his old steed.‘

“ We must hurry,” she said, her eyes riveted upon a darl-
mass which seemed to rest against the eastern horizon. “ 

' storm will burst upon us soon." pl:

“ A storm, girl? Why, where’s the clouds ?" -

“ Yonder.”

“ That’s buffalo.”

Lina uttered an exclamation of wonder.

Presently the. thunder of hoofst was heard, and the arm
of bufl'alocs advanced directly toward the Platte, aim " g
within sight of whose waters our fugitives were. I u

The herd contained thousands, and the noise of th "‘1
feet as they rushed over the plain almost drowned the Voi; ‘
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“ They're makin' for water,” remarked Shackelfo . f- ‘

“; There’s a place hyarabouts where the river's el‘ar of qui ' d
Builds, and them knowing beasts hev discovered it. " ‘

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our front. Now, boys, look [out for white butflerst
7, tr’s any in this world, ye’ll See ’em in_that herd." , v
y, A crimson flush stolc' to the checks of the young Mum-R ' ‘
'Kurers, and they exchanged smiles without glancing at the
3'21rapper. V .1
 Suddenly the line lengthened, and excitement faded from 
1, ,llle young Ohioun’s eyes. 2 v ‘ 
‘ They turned to the trapper.
I “ \Ve're in (lunger l” t v
_  Frontier Shnek did not reply, but watched the animals
n {Whose extended ranks endangered their lives to an imminent 3‘ V. 1"
riflegree. ‘ t  "
‘, , ’.“ We stand between them and the water,” laid Tom Kyle,
‘Ooolly, and with infinite pleasure, despite his situation.
 They are coming like lightning, and they could catch us be-
(fore we eould reach the river.”
 “ I‘; know it,” replied the hunter; “ but we must not die
here.” ,
, "‘ We can‘t fire the prairie, although the wind is in our
favor.” '
‘ “ No; the grass is green now.”
. I “ Then what will we do i’"
. h It was Lina Aiken’s question.
-  " I can save the party. I could show you thelPawnees‘
‘ , Inn for baffling buffalo."
,. “ We can ride through the ranks."
" “ You can not, Shuekelford: those ranks must. be three\,
~ ill/midred deep. Through the ranks of a common herd we‘
llliglit ride to safety ; but not through those ranks.” ~
fil‘he hunter rescaled himself in the saddle, after survey-
"g the bisonic legion, that rushed forward, completely lu~
 «ding them, crazed for thlOl‘ to cool their tongues.
,5 such a horde threatened to drain the Platte.
, kt“ That's so, Tom; we can‘t ride through them. If they
 )"lr wild horses we'd‘ix them, but—heavens 1 what. thunder l”
> 5-“ We’ve got‘to die when we can he saved," grated the tens.
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5t om Kyle stretched his limbs, and uttered a low ejaculpfi
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“‘ New show us the Pawnee plan.” K ,
' “ I will, God helping me,” said the renegade, with ‘determl- j.
nation. “Your rifle.” 9 . .
, ,v Frontier Shack did not hesitate, but tossed Tom Kyle his ’1
rifle. ' . 7_
With a “Now,” which sounded terribly triumphant at that .~
perilous hour, the fugitive king rose in his stirrups and sur ;‘-‘
-veyed the approaching herd, whose glaring eyes and long re v».
tongues were now distinctly visible. ‘
\Vhat would the renegade do? .
The spectators held their breath and fastened their eyes 0 ‘-
him.
He seemed to be looking for a break in the dark-brow I
ranks. ' 
Suddenly his eyes lit up with a strange, fierce flre, an, _
Frontier Shack, who also had risen in his stirrups with a re 3"
volver clutched in either hand, saw what had rejoiced til-,3

renegade. , g
The buffaloes had extended their ranks until the files wer 

most furiously, promised to divide the herd.
“Now, T0tn——" ,
The trapper suddenly paused, for the renegade had wheel " I
V in his stirrups, with an oath. \

“ This is the Puwnces’ phm l" he hissed. A

There was the report of a rifle; the revolvers fell fro .
,Shackelford’s hands, and he dropped on Tecumseh's nec
without a sigh—without a groan!

A cry of horror burst from the lips of the spectators v-Y
this brutal deed, and Lina Aiken found herself dragged fro "
beneath the body of her preseth-r by a. hand that griped -lt

‘ .ike the jaws of a vise. ' -
' With the girl in his arms, the renegade wheeled toward 1
buffaloes. He rose in his stirrups again, as he executed 
, movement, and a moment later he\was standing on the sad 3 '
‘ - 'with the ease of a cireusrider. V ‘
~ One arm supported Lina Aiken and the trapper‘s rifle, wh, 
5: “mother held his magnificent scrape aloft, and flaunted it  .
the faces of the thirsty herd. _ ' 
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 -_/'l‘he young adventurers’ eyes looked over White _5Eheeks,  I 
{and George Long’s first intention was to cock his rifle. . ‘ ‘ is. 
‘ “ Don‘t shoot !" cried his companion, putting forth his handy
‘ Our safety lies in following him. If he rides through the '. 
imnks, why can not we ?” _ 
The hammer fell gently on the percussion-cap.
 “ Forward 1”
With a glance at Frontier Shack, whose hands griped Te-
' 'umseh’s mane with the tenacity of death, the two boys shot .
rWard in the wake of the renegade. < ,F-fl‘i
 Their safety did lie in following 'I‘om Kyle, who uttered a ‘ '  
‘ it laugh when he gleuiced over his shoulder and saw them ;‘ 
'Ving their Pawnee horses spur and rein. \
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,8, “(They stripped themselves to their jackets, and rising in the 
Lin irrups, they waved their garments at the bisons. ‘. ,‘ My
. For many moments it seemed that they were riding to a ' 3-5}
Efi‘fible death beneath short horns and stony feet; but all at ‘3‘“
e1.x'-ce,1hat dreadful thought gave place to a wild cry of safety. ‘ 
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vided. , , I

. A yell of triumph pealed from Tom Kyle’s lips, and a. 

.lIUte later he passed the jaws of death! The young' buf— 1

fro lO-hunters followed him, and at their side dashed the iron-

L1, 1 _ 8y, as eager to hear his motionless master through the dark
inks as horse well could be. I

d 1 il‘The renegade‘s steed was no mean view. He distanced the ‘

 01' horses, and when the huti‘aloes had been baffled, he was

’ 0st beyond rifle-range.

7 fine shouted something back which the young Ohioans could

i ,1 catch, and then they saw him drop into the saddle again

3 .j“ ,turn his horse's head in a south-westerly direction. I

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beasts were jaded, and a quick “ ’Ho 1” brought Tecumseh to
 . ' a sudden halt. . i
127,?” I “ I wonder if he’s dead,” said young Sharer, riding up to;
 the trapper, while his comrade gazed, with grilled teeth and,
 ' ‘ clenched hands, at the villain who bore from him, with terc.
» ” rible rapidity, the beautiful being whom his young heart had:
learned to love. '-
, Frontier Shack still lay motionless on the iron-gray’s backfl
 and the horse turned his head with a softened look as the
~‘_ V youth put forth his hand.  '
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raised the trapper’s head with flutterings of hope. "
That head seemed a lump of lead; but as Charley lifted it

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g. I against the distant horizon, George Long bounded forward.
 .“ Where’s the bufllers ?” _ < ' , l
“.1, “ At the river.” ‘ 'v
.5 , “ Where's that devil ‘9" .'
:35" “ Out of sight now,” said George, with a sigh. 5,11
 3 h - Frontier Shack was silent for a moment. y
.:;‘:-g< 3' “ He’s showed me the Pawnee mode of beating bufflers, 3‘
ac said, at length, with a smile which, on his bloody fact.
looked ludicrous in the extreme; “ but if I don't show hit 
vFrontier Shack’s mode of beating renegadés, then may it)?»
- wolves howl ove: my grave when the grass dies ag’in l . '
ye ready, boys ?” -
u Yes.) ‘ T _ I
“ Then we move." vr ‘
-“ To Fort Kearney ‘3” asked George, who saw that the tr 2,  l
per possessed no weapons. , ‘ x t

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“ I don't see Fort Kearney nor the Stars and Stripes till , 3‘"
Wipe out that cussed pale whelp.”  '

   

THE ISLAND‘ TRAPPEB.

     

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 “ Yes.”
OW . “ And Mabel ?”
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r.  The boys graSped the trapper’s hands. ‘ I 
d: “ Boys, look hyar,” said Frontier Shack, solemnly, “ you’ve p 
‘ ‘1; got fathers and mothers ; I haven’t. I had parents once, but :71: f g,‘
{,fvz._they‘i'e up yonder. I kin do what I‘m going to (lo-alone. «I. 3.5::
Le ’ might get along better without you; I really think I could. i

‘5 Now suppose I guide you to Fort Kearney, and that you wait
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43 Want yer parents to see ye once more, and I tell ye truly that; xv
n "ymuler, across that river, lies the valley of death,’ and 
b Ifyonder," pointing toward the land of the Sioux, “the high- j}
k  lands of destruction.” . 

“Sir, dangers can not frighten us,” said Charley Shat‘er, -» f
» breaking the profound silence that followed the trupper’s last I
. Words. “ \Ve are going with you, for we liaVe determined
lit'to rescue our friends from the redskins or die in the at-
tempt. You can not guide us to Fort Kearney ; there I" I

The old trapper slowly shook his head, and muttered in a 9“ ‘
' low tone: ‘
“ If white bufllers hed a-kept out o’ yer headsl Si Gregg ' '
' hed no business to write sech a lie!" , w ' 
He loved the boys. ~ '

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A VOICE IN THE NIGHT.

   

 

. NEAR. the close of a beautiful day. an Indian 59'" in 9' Md"  l
T L die on the banks of the Arkansas, 11‘“ m" fmm James, Peak? '- "
,g‘antl gazed at an object which rapidly “WI-0301‘“ from we r I
z.  north-east. “
I ‘1” That object appeared to be a horse, and the Pawnee
: .‘gffiatehed it‘intently, with shaded eyes, as it rose and fell like
 {hell on the plain that separated them. -
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“,7 his bare arm encircled, and held before him On his bla 
steed. , 

_ I She, too, saw the object which had attracted the savage
'| attention, and when its identity was plainly revealed, th"«
_. Pawnee started and uttered an exclamation of wonder. 1- 0‘
T ' ' Mabel Denison looked up at him, questioningly, curiously, h,
but did not speak. "‘h 0,
“ 'l'he l’ale Pawnee seeks the Apaches,” said the Indiaul 1,,
Wolf Eyes, in a low tone, which still bore traces. of inward ‘1:
., astonishment. “Why does he ride thither now? Has thd u
« storm of the chiefs broken overhead? and has he stolen from
5;. ' the Pawnees at night, and ridden like the wind from thd (.1
I lodges where he once reigned like a king ?”
:1“ The approaching horseman answered \Volf Eycs‘ queso ’A
 tions, for when he suddenly checked the career of his beast; n
the Pawnee saw the burden the “ buck-skin ” bore. He
glauCed at Mabel, but, seeing that she had not reCognized
Lina Aiken, he kept his lips closed, and executed the Pawnee
signal of peace with the rich sash which he had plundered
from some New-Mexican hacienda in days gone by. '
,A peculiar motion proclaimed his identity, and presently
‘3} - the renegade rode forward again.
I. They met on the river’s bank, and a sharp cry of recogni-
tlon rose from the throats of the captive girls.
' ‘ -, ‘ Lovineg they but forth their arms for an embrace; but w
the distance was too great for them to'feel heart beat against, 1
heart. Tom Kyle saw this and rode nearer Wolf Eyes.
. “ There, Lina, embrace your friend,” he said, Softly, lifting -
'.\_ his captive forward. “ God knows I wouldn’t deprive you I,
'of such happiness at this hour. I thought Wolf Eyes far,
away from this spot, and I expected to meet .the Old lIarry '
~ \here as much as the chief.” ‘ . a
The girls encircled each others‘ necks, and mingled their ,
“tears—tears of joy at meeting in the darkest hour of adversity},
' when not ahand was near to chase the clouds away, and show V
them the sun. , ,
‘ a“ I thought you were with the Sioux,” said Tom Kyle}?
addressing the chief, who watched the captives with  "
jtolclsm that proved him as devoid of fetaling as a stone. '
3“ When Wolf Eyes saw White Lasso fall, he knew that h-

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v  not ride into the wigwams of the Sioux alone; ,‘iog‘he’
lajittymed his horse’s head toward the Apaches? land, and, be?
0‘}, field 1 he has met his white brother journeying to the same. 
“ Yes,” answered the renegade. “ The storm broke at last
" over my head, and for my life I had to fly. The Apache. 
have waited for me long; Tarantulah has sent me ofl‘er after. *
‘ ' ’OtTt-r, and I told him that, in the hour of need, I would fly to 
1mlzhis lodge, and teach his people war, as I have taught that;‘ r”:
“‘r‘ ' Pawn-es, Oh, the rich haciendas I can ride through 1 Oh! 3’,
th "the goldtn crosses I can snatch from gilded shrines l” W‘
0 ‘ , Wolf Eyes caught his king’s enthusiasm, and uttered an
t ' ‘»('.\ul:im:1tion of joy. 0 ‘ .
“ lf Gold Feather still lived, Wolf Eyes would not ride to '
[Apache land,” said the Indian, suddenly relapsing into serious-
"llt‘ss again.

“Gold Feather is dead i" y.

“ Yes," and there was a flash in the midnight eyes. “Wolf
Eyes found him wounded once on the banks of the Platte—
hounded by {buffalo hull ; and he tossed him into the water.
' The Manitou’s lights shone then, and Wolf Eyes saw his
ly“crieniy' sink to the swallowing sand. He rode toward the
.. Pawnee lodges to slay Wolf Eyes, but the buffalo stretched
1“ him by the clear water. " . :-
I “ Then, of course, you’ll be safe among the Apaches, and I , ',
L“ will stand by you. But, if Gold Feather was alive I could. j"
3‘4 not rescue you from his vengeance.” f3
' The Pawnee shook his head. '
a  ,, A moment 1mm ‘he girls, who, during this time,  g' I
“,1 “convened in low tones, were gently separated by the rene- “ 5‘ 
ll'is ,gade. ‘ \ ,A ,
y  Before departing, they surveyed the land that stretched from ., p
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"‘2 “tin fell upon the two captors fording the Arkansas,with their ’
gullorSes‘ heads turned toward Apachedom. I

v" Long, lone and drearisome days had intervened hetween- :
' tr, Torn Kyle‘s escape from Frontier Shack, and meeting with -
’fi‘ ‘wolf Eyes on the bank of the Arkansas. " ,V
V.’ He had encountered wandering hands of Indians; b11554 r,
,1; “dead by his knowledge of prams life, he had managed, leg“.

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g"; ,’ 'elude‘, them. Once he narrowly escaped running into an emf-‘5'
" ; ' «Igrant train, which Lucy Aiken had signaled, hoping thereby ,7
l, . to escape from his clutches. The signal was seen, a number. "
ft“; 'of men had pursued the fugitive, but he outgeueraled them;
"— a A. completely. ' 1;

After leaving the Arkansas in their rear they did not fear; :

 i pursuit. Tom Kyle knew that the boys would not attempt to j
,; ' 7 follow, ‘when their friend the trapper was dead, for he be-; 5
  lieVed that his ball had p‘cnetrated Shackelford’s brain, inv ';
3'9"” stead of merely grazing his temple, and rendering him half-'4
’3‘" ’Vparalyzed, as was the case. And, with the start which he: .
’ had from the Pawnee village, he felt assured that his red enev
mics could not overtake him, even if they were to ride their 
sw'fitest horses. :

“ They didn’t want my blood, particularly,” he would mur—Z '
 mar, when he thought about such matters as I have just ’ '
7" ‘ ' penned; “ they wanted me out of their way, and they ought w

u to be satisfied now. Ha! didn’t I outwit Red Eagle! 1'
c”; 7 never shoot at a creature twice. He won’t step into the Pale’.
 Pawnec’s moccasins, and the. leads me to think that blood
’1 (A , will flow over the question, ‘ Who shall succeed Tom Kyle as
 ruler of the Loups ?’ ”

The renegade and his red companion gave their steeds but ‘
little rest. They crossed the mountains in safety, and at last .
descended to the beautiful plain-lands of New Mexico.

\Here they were compelled to catch fresh horses, a duty ‘
3:7, awhich the rifle and lasso performed, and after breaking the:1

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3;}. steeds, an operation which lasted several days, the jodrney was‘ :
"155‘. , resumed. , ‘
1‘5" One morning, as the sun crept lazily over the mountains ‘
a a, ‘

 ‘ that. border Apache-land, the riders reached their journey’s
:1 .‘ ' . end. 
 ' Boldly they rode into the great Apache village, amid de- ; .
'  "yrmonstrations of joy, for the renegade‘s rich clothing had caused  '
' "Willis recognition, and Tarantulah had hidden his braves receive '
 him as a great ally. " '
 The council-square swarmed with savages of all ages and ~
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V ponditions, and when the twain drew mm, a loud shout of v'_
"5:, "triumph broke forth. ' a!
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,by‘_ of terror, and drawing back, he threw his horse upon

)epfi t.~"haunches. .

emf: : The cause of the Pawnee’s agitation was easily discover; .1 "-

 able. ' _ '7'“

531;, ,7 A young chief, whose head-dress censisled 0f a Singleton. ' H

to ther, dyed to an ocherous tint, was fitting an arrow to a bow. ‘ 3’

,e._ ‘ string, and his dark eyes were riveted upon Tom Kyle's red

in. ‘. éomrade. I

lf—‘. '5 Tarantulah saw the action and sprung forward with asharb, .

he  quick dry of command, to arrest the frenzied arm. \

le' Wolf Eyes still forced his horse back; but.when be dis-

,ir  Covered that stalwart Indians blocked his way, he tried to
shield his heart with Mabel Denison. ‘

r— v ' But the shaft left the bow as he threw the murdered agent’s

st 7 ' daughter before his brawny breast, and he fell from his horse

1: w with a loud cry!

I Gold Feather complacently unstrung his bow, while he

[8' Watched Tarantulah snatch Mabel from under the mustang’e

d feet,

is _ The old grudge between Pawnee and Apache had been set-
tled at last.

m Tom Kyle surveyed the sea of upturned faces. There (5:3

,t isted, so far as he could see, no enmity against him.

. It. is an Indian’s right to slay his enemy wherever he meets

y ‘ him, and Gold ,Feather had exercised that right. He'coeid .

3 not be arrested, by savage law; it was justifiable homicide in
the red-man’s eyes—not cold-blooded murder, needing an ex-
piation. /

3 ' Tarantulah found a. lodge for the pale captives, and when

I Tom Kyle had departed, after wishing them happiness in

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their new quarters, they came together in a sweet embrace. ,

“Now, Mabel, captivity begins in terrible earnest,”'said
Lina Aiken. “ The day for resCUOs has passed, for who is
~ there to hunt us now f”

Mabel Denison looked up into the pale, sympathizing face
that bent over her, and answered, in a calm, determined
tone:

“I do not despair, Lina.

0 have friends among these savages.”

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.no, Mabel! You take wishes for reality.” ‘,

Fair-eyed Mabel Deuison glanCed at the shadow of thei ,,

 guard, which fell into the lodge, and drew nearer her sister. ‘1, f

“ We have one friend, at least, among the fierce Apaches": ,

1 she whisperet , “ and that friend is the chief whom we have; '
~95: heard culled Gold Feather.” . 7
v.3 L, The night that succceded the second day of the captives’i

“ ' sojourn in Apachedom was most beautiful to Contemplate.

For hours Mabel Denison and Lina Aiken stood behind,

, the lodge curtains, and gazed through the narrow opening at

7,  the stars that glittered in the azure deep of the sky. 5 "

They thought of friends who, secure in happy homes, fart

__ toward the rising sun, slept and dreamed, perhaps of then).

 ' Such thoughts sent. more than one l(':ll‘ down the girls’

2-" cheeks, and, as they turned to the skin couches which red

' . hands had prepared, a sigh for the hopes, the joys, the plea-
 sures of the post, escaped their lips. .
t Sleep quickly followed their lying down, and near midnight

Mabel awoke from a strange dream, wherein home and deserts
were wildly commingled. '

4 x A slight noise, like the scratchings of a ’coon, against the d

 back of the lodge, saluted her curs. With llt'l‘ heart in her t
throat, she crept from the couch without disturbing Lina, and . »
put her ear against the side of the structure directly opposite
the noise. .

 ‘ ~Now she knew that a knife was at work, and at last the ‘

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Then came a low voice. ;,
 3'" “ Do the pale girls sleep?” '
 :u “No I” ,4
A slight exclamation of joy followed. ,i

v \“ Gold Feather’s mouth is full of good news. The pale- ‘
,f fades who love the silVer lilies are in the mountains! Can;
31.119 pretty squaws be ready to run for the hills ‘3” ‘ ‘

   

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1, “ Oh, yes, at once 1” they both cn'ed. A, g
_ _ f‘Can the white squaws strike down the guard, if he 0p~,7._-
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, , I“ Try me l” said Mabel, with sudden .fierceness which '3 '
V‘fl‘lhowod how much she was willing to dare to escape. ‘ ~

     

     

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~ A HALF-HOUR passed, of intense anxiety to both girls. * x .,
far Then they distinctly heard a noise again in the wigwam’s 
- ‘ rear; ‘ , .
'13, Gold Feather is not able to take the girls out through the
red village. The guard sleeps soundly. Go forth ; take his gun, V};
“‘1' and if he wakes not, make for the hills with soft steps. Gold/ ‘ if

_"Feattl(‘,l‘ will guard the way.” i 
{m Parting the curtains, she peered out, but clouds obscured .
“9 the stars, and the blackness of darkness brooded over the vil. I

Inge like some monster eagle. The guard sat beside the 
[1° d00r, half-asleep as it seemed, for his head had fallen between , 
Ur his knees, and his rifle lay on the ground. '
"1 ' ' A moment later the curtains were drawn aside, and Line
[a stepped out into the pure night air. ,\ 1_ 7'
Mabel followed, and as she dropped the curtain she stooped 3-”

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'0 deprive the guard of his gun. V ,
Her slender hand clutched the barrel of the Weapon I; ,but '  .
“16 butt, which she did not see, struck the Apache’s. foot as “a
“he drew it toward her, and starting from his sleep, fully 
lWake in an instant, he leaped to his feet. "
Lina Aiken uttered a low cry of horror and sprung back-
Ward as the rifle shot upward, held by hands which, though
‘ Woman‘s, were nerved with fearful determination. , 3'
The Apache took in the situation at a glance, and, without
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Imps he caught the dark eye that fell upon him warningly, 3
f0}” he threw his hand up to break the blow. But the git} ’
‘33 ‘00 quick for him ; the butt of the Weapon struck kit“;
head with a dull thud, and he'staggered towaFd the]; b.1933.

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if; I An unseen hand seemed to guide them, for they avoided

I proceeded to the suburbs of the village when the barking of
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rifle‘ descended again, and then he sunk to the earth like n~ '. , '-

“ Now, Lina l”

The girls joined hands in the darkness, and started for the .
mountains. They had miles to travel before dawn, and the
path to the fastnesses were beset with dangers.

the somber lodges with an ease scarcely ever equaled, and had
tracted their attention, and riveted them to the earth.

“ They’ve discovered the guard l” whispered Lina, breath- V t
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“ No," said Mabel, as the yells increased, “ they’ve caught a
white man. Hark l" " it (
x “ By heavens! Shackelford, I thought I had finished you l 511,
'I never missed a shot before, in all my life ; but we'll the
take care that your life ends now. Where are the boys ?” .8,
The girls heard a coarse laugh, which Lina Aiken knew ‘
came from Shackell'ord. AF‘
1 ‘ “ What shall we do now, Mabel ?” r
l “ Continue ourjourney. They have not caught the two em-
boye—only Frontier Shack, as the hunter is called. We may no
yet escape.” gu
Again they started forward; but soon realized that all was he
lmt- In:
Every lodge was pouring forth its living humanity, and the 7 to,
 fugitives suddenly dropped to the ground, where, with wilclly- g
throbbing hearts they awaited developments. " n,
‘ The winds blew from the mountains, and brought distant
,Icunds distinctly to their ears.
. ' Suddenly they heard the tramp of horses, and knew that
1 '5 some persons were flying from the Apache camp. -
»“ Mabel, listen 1 we were so near tlwm !" t E
A. sigh, a low “ yes,” told that the fugitives were on the lg
[brink of safety and yet did not know it. v , 5' 3)
V, Charley Shafer and George Long were hurrying back to the F’tl
~mountains.  
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,il every Indian seemed to have reached the spot where the .
ring trapper was held in durance vile. Then they rose to
 eir feet and started forward again; but Were quickly seized
,' this time by the squaws themselves, who, prowling around
:' e lodges, had discovered the girls, and a minute later
_llll twenty furious hags surrounded and held the girls,
' .While a legion of feet approached with qUiCk. Impatient
‘ rides.
, Foremost among the warriors was Tom Kyle, minus serape,
, Word, but and moccasins. A pistolbfil‘l‘cl gli‘tcred in either ,
hand, and he pushed his way through the captors with a series
Pf Oaths.
‘ “So my birds tried to get away l" he said, with a grim
.' mile of satisfaction, when the torches revealed the pale faces,
.Whose cheeks touched each other, almost.. “ Well, you find
it extremely difficult to fly from Apachedom, eh, my eastern
finches? More, women, give me my own. I return them to
he cage, and take good care that they shall not. eseape
aniu.”
He tore the girls from their captors, and he and the
.Apaehes started back toward the center of the village.
’ “By George! girls," he exclaimed, stepping nearer Lina
Aiken, “ that trapper is in the village. I thought I had .
uished him; but, somehow or other, I didn‘t, and he has -
. uided them two boys to Apache land. I tell you that he
illeVer sees another night. He’s got to die to-morrow, as
 as my name is Tom Kyle, and that, girls, is a fier
.7 hot i" - x t 
UThe’girls were silent, and, after a long period of quietude, - , x
“10 renegade spoke again: ’
\ “ Who killed the guard ‘2"
“I did, sir."
‘ . It was Mabel Deuison who spoke. \
" " If the Indians find that out, it may go hard with you,
, Vcn ’l‘om Kyle may not be able to save you. Among the, -
. paches, it is an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth. I!
=fltey accuse you, girls, of the death of the guard, deny it to‘-
go bitter end. They do not know that he is dead.”  .
I "The girls soon afterward found themselves back in their .  H
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ihg a few commands to the three Indians who now guard
the captives. , i "

Borne t0 the Council-square, Frontier Shack was u
pinioned to the single post ever ready therefor its captive, a
the horrid fire-torture. The old hunter Well knew his dange I
‘~ Y but flinched not, nor betrayed the least sign of uneasiner
‘1; ~ when the howling throng pressed around him. ‘
’ The death of the guard immensely excited the chic r

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If. Tarantulah. Who had killed the warrior? This secret h3 I
"i . ~ tried to wrest from Shack, but the white man only laughed i
“"1. his face. i

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f“. i “And you have been helped by some red-man in yo‘~ 1
  visit to the Apache land. Who is he, that we may burn hi I.
 ., avith you?" demanded the chief, fiercely. ‘ 'n‘
" , ' “What do you take me for, Indian ?” cried the trappe
 “ A durn fool, I s’pose. When I go back on anybody, on")
’ me acraw-tish.” ' l .
‘ “ ’l‘nrantulah hit his lips, and started toward his braves. as
r; « I “ The traitor is Gold Feather l” he cried, “ and he has n
i L ~ been seen to-night.” '
' ' “ IIe rode to the mountains when the Manitou‘s light hunt“,
in the sk v,” answered a sub-chief. '
“ But he returned,” said another. “on

“To his lodge, Squatting Bearl Hunt him down, wa
riorsl He is the traitor! The red-mun with a treachero, at;

_ White skin I” n

,1 “E “ What’s that, chief: Gold Feather not a true redvskiuf1
’ ’  asked the renegade, with evident surprise. re
'  “ Gold Feather is a white man !” ' l

“I would neVer have dreamed that. How long has why
/ been with you?” ‘4
 1‘ t ' t The chief studied a moment. I
' ‘.-’ Twenty sunnners." ',
Toni Kyle started at the reply.  h
g “ I had a brother once," he said. “ My father took him 

‘- Mexico about twenty years ago, for he and mother quarrte
' and parted. But the Comanches caught and killed tired
N0, Gold‘Feather is not my brother; he—” ' .i 

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u", < It was Gold Feather.

CHAPTER XIII.
THE swoop OF THE AVENGER.

“GOLD FEATHER is here. Is the chief angry with him
It he should put the warriors on his track ‘2”

. “Yes,” he cried; “why (lid Gold Feather ride to tho

hl‘gumains‘ and meet the pale-faces in the shadows of the
Tags? Let him speak the truth, for Tarantulah knows all.” ‘
Q “Gold Feathcr‘s skin is white," was the firm reply, “ and
hen he accidentally met the pale-faces among the hills, his
art_went out to them, and he resolved to help them, even
against the Pawnee king.”

“Then Gold Feather told the ‘rapper where Kenoagla
cpl?” .
' “ Yes.”
Q ' “Traitor!” hissed Tarantulah; " the Apaches shall mete-
Om a terrible punishment to the (Ir-Dr that betrays.” ~ " ’
' , With yells a score of Indians se’, to work to plant-anothe
)' “take. which operation was completed in a short space of time, "
“d the young traitor was quickly lashed thereto. '
“ This is quite a change of fortune, Shaekelfon , said the
re'legade, approaching the trappe“, and facing him with a
devilish leer. “ I guess I will not go to Fort Kearney with
I 70"» I am Quite content here.” ’ I
a “ Had it not been for those hufllcrs you’d ’a swung in Fort
. Carney ere this,” responded Shaekelforo. .
‘, “ What are they waiting on ‘r” he cried, impatiently, turn.
'7 to an old chief who stood at his side. “ I’m getting
‘ J xious to see the fun.”
~, t, ‘t‘ Gold Feather wants to die a pale-taco,” was the reply, and A
'  paint of the Apachesmust be washed from his body he ‘ .
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- grated Tom Kyle, “and I shall curb my'eagerness for the!"
burning with the impatience to see what kind of 1:. looking,
white man the traitor makes.” _ '

Presently several warriors advanced to Gold Feather, ,
and applied strong alkali-water '0 his person. Then, after I
thoroughly soaking his‘skin, as it seemed, they rubbed him "
with coarse skins which served as towels. _ ‘

Beneath this operation a startling metamorphosis manifested
itself. ‘

Gold Feather was a white man once more l .

Tom K‘er stood off, and gaZed on the singular spectacle; 7 ‘
and stepped to Tarantulah's side. . '

“ Now let them die 1"

“ When the pale-girls come.”

“ What! must those sensitive creatures witness this horri-
ble sight ?" cried the renegade. “ No, chief, rather let them
remain in the lodges, and when the fire dies out let them view
the blackened trees.”

“ Tarantulah is sachem of the Apaches,” was the stern
rejoinder. “Kenoagla is an ally, not yet a great Apache ’
chief; but he will be, soon. The pale girl must fling the
lie into Gold Feather’s teeth before he dies. Hal they .
come.” -

'\~ The next moment the Apache ranks divided, and Mabel . '
Denison and Lina Aiken Were led into the circle.

Though daylight was not far distant, it was Very dark, but I ,
innumerable torches revealed the terrible scene, and clothed it ' ‘
in a garment which day could not own. ‘

“Sir, must we witness this torture of, two brave men ?” '

 asked Lina Aiken, when the renegade stepped to her side.

‘ f‘ Have you no authority here? I find your boastings to be
Aes;.yourself the lowest of men—an Indian’s slave l” .,

.Tom Kyle hit his lip, and muttered a few words Which the . 
Gold Girl could not comprehend, for his voice shook with ' ‘
passion, and could scarcely be heard. ‘ ,1 ,

“Girl,” cried Taran‘tulah, at this juncture, suddenly paus- , ..
king before Mabel Denison, and griping her slenden arm, 1'.
" who slew Long Arrow, your Apache guard ?” ' ‘

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Jorth her bands, which touched the sachem’s wampnm. ' ‘.,‘ I 
killed him—struck him twicc before he fell.” “ '

“ Long Arrow saved Tarantulah’s life.”

The chief‘s whole frame shook with emotion.

“ Another stake l” ht'eried.

Tom Kyle stepped between him and his new victim.

“The pale girl‘s mind is wandering,” he said. “ The
minions of White Lasso, the Pawnee, slew her father, when
they drove her from the lodges. Her head is cracked; she
does not know what she is saying. It was the trapper who
slew Long Arrow."

(The exccutioners, who had caught the renegade’s words,
paused and looked at Tarantulah.

The chief heard Tom Kyle patiently, and his anger fle’d,
when he turned to them, slowly, deliberately.

“ Another stake l” 4

The Pawnee king turned away with an oath.

“By George! l’m nobody here, after all," followed the
evil word. “ I‘m no better than a dog in Tarantulah’s eyes,
“linen the devil creeps into his heart. To-tnorrow night, Miss

,, Aiken and I will take another ride into the city of Mexico.
They will burn Miss Denison; I can’t help her longer.”

When the words “another stake,” uttered for the second
time, fell from Tarantulah’s lips. Mabel Denison crept forward
and threw her arms about her fair, tearful companion in mis-
fortune. - .

" Linn, we part forever here,” she murmured, as Lina’s lips

‘ touched her cheek, and glued themselves there. ‘=‘ The stake
is my portion; what yours is, Heaven will disclose 1"
“No! no! Mabel; if you die here, so will I,” was the
_ determined response, couched in a calm tone. “ What were
' ‘life to me without you, girl? No, no, dear Mabel; our,
. troubles end together. Chief! Tom Kyle is my captor, I I
a; know; I am his, by your Indian law; but he is a white man,
_, "‘ and has no right to me; so give me leave, chief, to perish.
*  here with my friend. Better—oh, a thousand times better
., this than a life with the outlaw, Tom Kyle !” she cried, with
7 I touching pathos. .
.7 “ Kyle! Kyle t” cried Gold Feather, from his stake. “II
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 during which time he mowd nearer Gold Feather. V ..
“ Yes, my name’s Kyle—Tom Kyle,” said the renegade, at 3:
last. “ What‘s your real name ?” ‘ ' f

 “ Ned Kyle, if I haven’t forgotten the past,” was the re-
 ply.

‘ ’Tom snatched a torch from an Indian and shot forward
like a startled horse.

I“ If there‘s a scar on your shoulder, you’re my brother,” he
cried; and the next moment a loud cry welled from his
throat.

I-Ie dropped the torch, which revealed a scar on Gold Fea-
Ither’s shoulder, and his knife began to sever the young chief’s
lbonds.

This action was met by furious yells, and the Indians drew

, .y \ their knives and tomahawks in a menacing manner. The
dread circle, bristling with iron and steel, also contracted.

“ Gold Feather is a traitor—he shall die !”

. “He’s my brother 1” grated the renegade, in a fierce, dete ~ '
' mined tone, and he shielded the marked man with his boté'
“ Apaches, listen to me. Many moons ago—” _ y .

The vengeful yells drowned Tom Kyle’s words, and he
stopped in the beginning of a narrative and cursed‘the red

f'flends from the depth of his heart.

“ I’ve been a devil, I have i" he shouted; “ but I won’t de—
sert my brother. I’ll stand by him to the last, and if you get
him, ’twill be over tthing of the Pawnees.”

‘ “‘ Tom Kyle, you’re a man once more. Iwouldn’t shoot‘
you now for the world.”
_: It was Frontier Shack who spoke, and over the flames that \
f Were now lighted up before him, he looked upon the strikin
tableau. '

The Indians were furious. ‘

‘ Tom Kyle had not a red friend in the village now, and over ,'
all, the monster death Spread his black wings and slowly de- --
.Icended.

The chord of life was being rent in twain for many. ,

.. Nearer and nearer came the Indians ; the outer ones push/ed ,, "
withe (rant ranks, and Tom Kyle saw that he was to botaken . ‘
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, His days of sovereignty were ended. He who hid con-
 trolled a nation could not now control'a single man. ‘ 
' “ You’re near enough now I" he shouted,raising the revolver
 which his right hand clutched, and a click, click at his elbow
told him that Gold Feather was about to use the weapon
.4; which he had thrust into his hand. “ We’ve got twelve loads
‘ for'you, and [Welve wigwams shall be without warriors, by
I heaven, if you come two p:ths nearer."
, J." The determined visage awed the Indians, and several invol
9 untarily shrunk from the muzzles of the weapons which the
"'1 red-man dreads. ~ .
But the outer circle, with wild yells, still crowded their _ _
brothers forward, and the renegade’s finger touched the trig-\ , - i '
g} gcr. when a war cry, which palsicd many a savage heart, _’
j " drowned every shout of Apache vengeance.
:4, Tarantula]: turned; the red circle broke, and in places dis-
’  amieaicd like mist before the sun. - ’
The tramp of hundreds of horses was mingled with war- A ,
(iiies of the most startling nature, and the flaring of torches
revealed Pawnees, Ogallahs and Omahas riding like demons '
of destruction through the village.
, I “ Great heavens !” cried Tom Kyle, as he cut Frontier Shack's
' '7 bonds, “ what an hour of destruction this is l”
j, “ I never saw ' like,” was the reply ; “and if we’ve got to
; die, Toni, let us (ll-C like men l”
“ We will ; but look yonder l”
Shackelfgrd looked, and beheld Charlgy Sharer and George ‘
Long lashed to horses whose hridles were held by a giant '/

Ogallah.

CHAPTER XIV.

TECUMSEII‘S VICTORY.

THE confusion that followed gave the precious moment for

 sction to the whites. ,..
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“I‘m with you, Shack, now, to the last l" cried To
“ Take the girls and make at once for the boys on the horse
I'll revolver every red-skin in the way; so come on i" and for ‘1 .
ward they all started. " ‘
_ True to his promise, Tom Kyle shot down the Ogallahs
guarding the boys, and in a few moments more a.“ were
mounted for a desperate dash for the hills, miles away.

\ Already the cries of the victors were ascending from the

field of slaughter; it was wonderful that the Apaches had
withstood the avalanche so long, and the shouts of the north--
ern barbarians drove the whites from the scene of their little -
victory.

Tom Kyle rode a fiery black mustang, and held Mabel ‘
Dcnison before him, while Lina was encircled by the strung .
arm of Frontier Shack, who rode beside Charley Shafer.

“How did the greasers come to catch you chaps ‘3” he '
asked, as they dashed over the plain that 15y between life'
and death.

“We waited for you last night until we knew that some-
thing terrible had transpired in the village,” was the reply.

“ Then we thought of rescue, but a thousand feet drove us .
_back to the m0untains, but. ere we could reach them, the ;
Pawnees came out from their fastnosses, and we fell an easy
prey. Not so easily after all," and the be .’ eyes lit up with
pride; we fought the whole troop for a while, and five empty

saddles told the story of the battle.”

And while they conversed as they rode, Toni Kyle and
Ned were making their explanations.

Gold Feather thus questioned his brother:

‘ “ Whither do you wish to go ‘8"

“ I want to see mother once more."

“ Then we go to Mexico.”

 , “ To Mexico ? I left mother in Baltimore, Maryland. Why
,phould she be in Mexico?”

“She would not believe that the Comanches had killed
you. ‘ She yearned to see her stolen ~boy again, and‘came
thither to hunt you.”

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, “’Tis well; I know the trail, and we will safely reach
7 v s other‘s side. Oh, Tom, I never dreamed of such a meet
‘: :lng.” . .
i The renegade smiled and glanced at Mabel Denieon, who
.-had been transferred, at her own request, to a seat before the
l'yonth whom she loved. ; '. i
“ Look here, Ned,” and Tom Kyle’s voice sunk to a. Whis- ‘
' per. “ Don’t you want a wife 1%"
V “I leave one in the Apache camp.”
1, “ Of course,” responded Tom,“ but I’m talking about a
»_ white wife.”
“ I may find one in Mexico.” ‘ hf
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Hg 7‘ don’t you want that black-haired girl behind us ?"

“ I don‘t know. She has a lover already.” “"6
he . “Don’t be so accursed conscientious. The other girl is 9“-
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Gold Feather was silent; the battle between right and
wrong was going on in his mind, and when he looked up, the
keen eyes of his brother were fastened upon him. .‘

“ Tom, we can’t get them without spilling pure blood, and » «.
then we havo no right—" ~

 Pish! who cares for a little blood 2*" interrupted the '-

7 Pawnee king. “ You didn’t the other day, when you drop-
, _, ped Wolf Eyes. Come, Ned, don’t be so infernal scrupu-
" : lous. Work with me. I owe that trapper one. He tried if
to take me to Fort Kearney, and if I ever get there I‘ll swing, ‘ "
p’l"aps. He’ll try to get me there now, and you, too, boy.
He‘s a veritable devil who smiles when he plots against us. “ 
I hate him; he hates us both i” ' g

“ True, Ned '2” . f

“ As true as mother’s heart. We’ll take the girls 1”"

“ Ned will help Tom." ._._ 
_ A sigh follOWed the youth’s words, and his lips closed 
‘withthe fearful determination behind it. ‘ r

Half an hour later the party reached the mountains, and,
far above the level plain, Tom Kyle drew a highly 'ornai:
mented field glass from beneath his jaclmt, and turned it to— -
ward the Apache village. , '

      
   
   
       
       
       
       
   
   
     
   
     
   

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A' moment later an oath burst from his lips. He had‘
deacried a black mass moving toward the mountains. ‘ “
Shackelford took the glass. ~ _
I “ Chased, by Joshua!” he exclaimed; “ but if we manage /
it right, they won’t catch us.” '
“No,” said the renegade,“ but we must prepare for a .
long race. They‘re far away, as yet, and we have a few mo- I
meats here.”
The next moment they had dismounted, for the purpose
‘ of tightening their steeds’ girths. Frontier Shack was busily
Womployul in this operation, when a loud neigh saluted his ‘
ears, and looking down the pass, he beheld a great iron-gray
horse trotting forward.
“ Tecumseh, by Joshua l" he exclaimed. “ Boy, I thought
he was captured with you.”
“ No I” answered young Shafer. “I should have told

V a you. Tecumseh broke from us when we rode from the vil-

lage last night; and his wild neighings soon died away to
our left.” '

E‘ Dash me! if we ain’t lucky,” ejaculated Sh‘ackelt‘ord,
leaving the Ogallah mustang, and a moment later he griped
the bridle of his own dear horse.

In the exuberance of his joy, he was stroking Tecumseh’s
,. neck, when a shriek, followed by Tom Kyle’s stern voice,
saluted his ears 1 ‘

He turned and beheld Gold Feather covering the young
linfl‘alo-hunters with a brace of revolvers, while the rene-

de’s rifle .was aimed at his own head. Kyle sat bolt‘up-

V , right in the saddle.

" Shaekelford, we’re going to part here,” said the Pawnee
king,“ and I guess we’ll leave you to the buzzards.\ Curse
'\_ ’your heart! you tried to take me to Fort Kearney once, but

I didn’t go, eh, Shackelford? Now, say your prayers. Ned,
. Count twenty‘five in the Apache tongue,and, at the end of
that count, we’ll empty our weapons and go to Mexico."

 The, White Apache began in a low tone, and the doomed
 “ones looked at each other in silence. V t

i V “There seemed no yscape from death now; it had grown in‘
tea palpable monster and was very near. ' ,
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,  euted the moveinent,_his broad palm struck Tecumseh’s shoul- ,
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' Iotmtain-pass, feeling that they were the innocent cause of

 r00 dreadful tableau.
The “count” had reached the thirteenth numeral, when

thrown the best human equilibrium, the horse shot for-

'  I ward 1

Toni Kyle blocked the narrow pass; his brother stood be.

i. side his horse, and they uttered ejaculations of horror when
they Saw the trapper‘s steed‘s intention.

Gold Feather lifted the revolvers from the boys, and
poured tWU shot at point blank range into Tecumseh’s front.

The hraVe horse reared, as blood spirted from the wounds,
then staggered forward, on his hind feet, and came down
with a crash upon Toni Kyle and his horse!

The renegade shrieke'l at the top of his voiCe, when he
saw his fate; but the cry was broken by Tecumseh’s attack,
and he found himself beneath his steed, crushed as it seemed,
into the stony earth 1
, “ Back, hunter,” cried Gold Feather, as Frontier Shack
sprung forward with drawn pistol ;
not 'obcy.

Once, twice, the White Apache delivered his fire; but

ere “he Could send a third shot after the heart he would. 

eleave, a report that came from a place above their heads,

saluted the ears CHM, and he staggered back upon the dying ‘   

horse. -

“Tom Kyle, you‘ve deserved all this," said Frontier"? 
«I 

intended to part from you in peacc, for I owed you much ; _ ,

Shack, drawing the renegade from his terrible position.
but. all is over now. You are dying l”
“ I know that, Shaekelford.‘
squarely in the breast.
‘ prove my death. Look out for the Indians.” 2 I
The trapper took the field-glass, and brought it to but,
upon the plains below. ‘ " "

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Lina Aiken and Mabel Denison stood spellbound in the 

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“ They’re not far ofl‘, now,” he said, lowering the in "
ment. “ Tom, we must go. They’ll never find you alive.” ~

“ Thank Heaven for that l" r '

Then he tried to rise, but in vain ; he fell back again, hi
hands clawed the bloody earth, and he died, gasping: '

“ Thank Heaven for that!” '

Tecumseh was already dead. Ned Kyle‘s shot had finished
the career of the noble horse, and Frontier Shack clipped a ' ‘
bunch of the iron-gray mean, we he turned away: \

“ The old horse remembered his training to the last,” hey .;
said, proudly. “ He knew that. that slap on the shoulder ;‘_
meant “charge!” and dash me! didn’t he go for them ras—=
Cals lively ?”

He brushed a tear from his eyes, as he thrust the lock‘ of _ _‘
equine hair into his boson, and a few moments later they - 1‘
bed left the spot.

’ But they had scarccly cleared a hundred yards when the'
trapper suddenly drew rein. A human figure had dropped
into a clump of bushes beside the dusky trail.

{ “Indians l” he ejaculated, riding slowly forward again; but i
a moment'later he uttered a new cry.

The figure had crept from the bushes, and, with their sup-
port, was standing erect.

“ Winnesaw, upon my life l” exclaimed Charley Shafer, re
cogniziug the Pawnee girl who had loved him during his cap‘ \
tivity. ‘ -

The party soon reached the girl’s side, and saw at once

"that she stood on the brink of the dark river.

“ Winnesaw escaped from the Pawuees,” she said, in feeble ‘
tones, and she sought her mother who lives among the Apaches. "

'_ She reached the mountains, and in .the darkness she met the ‘
bean, They fought; Winnesaw conquered with her knife;
7 but the beast tore her limbs. She is dying; she shot the pale
‘ ’ Indian when he fired at the white trapper.”
She sunk to the earth from exhaustion, but Frontier Shack
. lmlsed her up. ' .g

,x “ Gold Girl,” she gasped, her eyes falling upon Lina Aiken, ' '

“ Winncsaw love you. She loves boy with black eyes, too. '
x f . But she give him up now; she go to light the fires in Red
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 “ Look here, youngster, don’t this mean you ?" * ~
The speaker was a United States soldier, and he thrust a

' _mall piece of paper into the hands of a handsome youth who

 near an old hunter within the walls of Fort Kearney.

The boy held the paragraph before his eyes, and read:

      
   
   
    

. “ STILL UNKNOWN: we learn that the whereabouts of the
Ions 0f MCSSI‘S. Sllafcr mm Long importers, on Fourtlistmet,

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hat place. A standing reward of $1,000 is offered for their ,
ersons, or for information that may lead to their recovery." 2 
“Read that to me, boy i" said the hunter, as the youth‘ . it 
looked up with a. tear in his eye. , \ '
The youth complied. - 1 'r

. “ Well, I see you’re worth five hundred dollars to the old 7 
“folks,” said the old man, with a smile. “And I guess I’ll '
 claim the reward. But,I do wish you could take some white
:‘ bufiler hides home with you, anyhow. This hes been a wild— '1.
goose chase, Charley, hesn’t it ‘3” "
“Yes, so far as white buffaloes are concerned,” replied the' , ”
‘boy, with a deep blush.” \'
f “ Well, what have you gained by it ?” ~ '
_ V, The youth drew nearer the hunter, and glanced at two
; beautiful girls standing in the little harraek yard, conversing-

' with a youth of about their own age. ' , 3;

“ Oh, I see i" exclaimed the man. “ You needn’t tellme, 'V '

._ Charley. This has not been a wild-goose chase for you two ~
l"boys. You’ve gained something worth a million billion of I ,5"
buflier hides, and I’m going to stay in Cincinnati till. I see yen,  
hitchet ." "

“ Oh, Frontier Shack, we owe you so much i" . ’ _/ .

“If you talk that away, I’ll be dashed if I go back withI 

you. You don’t owe me any thing. Boy, I thought that,‘ 

V ‘ this thing was going to turn out all right, when the boat struck d
:1 > the sunken island that terrible night, and throwed George :
' _,among the quicksands. I can’t tell how I managed to git, ‘
3“ into the boat again, but heaven helped me, I guess. The ‘
water carried me too far down-stream to help George then-t.

      
   
   
   
         
    

      
       
         
     
   
   
           
        
   

  
 

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VGollyl how ’stonished I war to find him in the Finance
village, with you at his side. But every thing has turned out
right. I‘m a lone man now,” he continued, after a. pause.
“'l‘ecuniseh and Massasoit are gone; they war my brothers.
Peace to their ashes !"

A month later a happy reunion took place in the Queen
City of the West, and smiles came back to faces to which
they‘had long been strangers.

The runaways had returnul, and when their OVei-joyed fa
\thers asked to behold the results of their escapade, they led
the plain-found girls blushineg forward.

“ These girls are better nor white bufller-skins," said Fron-
tier Shaek, in his rough way. “The boys hev won ’em, and
if they don’t git ’em, Frontier Shack will raise a rumpus and
clean the macho.” V

Into the palatial homes of the Cincinnati merchants the
fair girls were warmly welcomed, and, in due time, a double
Wedding proved a fitting sequel to the wild hunt for white

' buffalo-skins. '

After the grand atl'air above mentioned, Frontier Shack re-
»turned to the Plains, but, several years ago, he left them in
disgust.

He said that the railroads were “spoiling a trapper’s fun ”
in the wild West, and so, seeking retirement, he came to spend
the remaining days of. his life with those whose lives his

 bravery had saved. ‘
\ I need not say that he met a hearty Welcome in two stately
(mansions in Ohio’s proudest city, and to this day he relates
to attentive children the thrilling story which has called forth
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eat! of the Feiry Queen. Se‘erei femelee. The Three L. on ofScienee. For {our mic. '
, > Tet-m In and Dom For. For Iwn cherertere. The Old l. dy'e “'ill. For {our melee, ‘ ~ ‘
,' i, The Country Aunt‘e \'le.t to the Clty. For eev- The Little ’hil. en here. For two littlesi'da. 3
‘ ere! chem-tore. How to Fr 1 en 1 air. For five melee.
The Two Rom-tee. For two melee. The Virtue '-. For eix young ledlu. .“
fryln the Cherectere. Fo- three melee. A Connuhi -l Helene. - ' .7
file it py Femiiy. For eeverel ‘ eni ueie.’ The Public meeting. Flvelneieendo-m .5
The bow. For eeverei :iiernrtcre. The Englie . Traveler. For tweake- . W
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fl. Mey Queen. For en entire echool. The Gentee. Cook. For two melee.  V
0r.“ Relivm Convention. Fur kn female». Mn-terpleu. For two melee end twe m . '-
heving Bell Company. A Infra. Fortive melee. The Two R \mene. For two melee. ‘\ ‘
tannin Under Diflielltiee. 2 melee, I icmei‘. The Sumo. Second eeene. For two main. /’ 1.
.lltion Reprelevztetlvee. A Burireque. d melee. Showing tin 'u'hite Feather. d melee, ) {W

Insole; the Dren- For numerqu melee. l'l‘he Bettie Call. A Recitetlve For one mule.  1’ 

DIME DIALOGUES, NO. 4.
The I'mt Kit“. For ten or more y-ereone. The Stuhb‘eiown Volunteer. 9 melee, l felt-b
Martin in Life. 'i‘hree melee enrl twn fenxelee. A Sun: from “ Pnui Pry." For-£1” melee.

. - 'elth, ix end Cherity. Far three little girle. 'i‘iie Chernu. For three melee one funnels
Dee-l» w JON". For two melee emt onefenmio. Bee, Clark "nil Broom. For throw little girl;
fin ey. A li‘lur'ei Venn. For six iilt'e girie. The Right in. ACoiiOQuy. For two hoye.

‘ / l'ne Enchented Prinaev. IvvmiOIJ-qvorll {cumin \tht the I igrr Snye. er two mnlor.
‘unr to Whom Honori- Due. 'I melee, 1 female The (‘rimee J: Dre-e. A Colloqu'. FV'"'¢ 
ntieClient. Fnreev-ninmlee,one fenml. 'l‘ue Rn-wel ut‘ B nevolonc; 2".“ fr' mid

          
       
      

 

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Junk A “Three Perenn" ” ‘e re.
hid the Cumin. For melee and (cumin.
0 III Pl Soclety. Five boy- Ind it we'll".
In-lnetion Dev. For eeva female area-eaten.
d‘nx in “ Tre " Flvrleverei meld.
he 91me Boye Tribunal. For on hon.

ll‘nttlm: on ‘r‘ “ ‘i‘nYiocnv e- 11. - u
l'l‘he Straight Mere "“ r‘t""‘rr ‘ ‘
LTwo ideals of Life. A Coiloqu;.
[Extract f em Merino Feller». -

Me trv-If "my. An Acting Charade.

[The Six ‘. Mun. For rlx voting ledlee.
:The lrie‘men at Home. for two melee.
‘Fuillml 'ile Requireuelh. For three firh.
1A Bev’y J l’e (Eyee). I'm eight or leee lilting!“

mm: menoaws, N0. 6.

I... Ton Sever-i melee and (cumin.
I he.“ .- Anew". Tor two {elm-tin.
new“ They Kept e W

A Mt under Dlfleultlee. For five melee.
‘J’km Tell. For n when eehnoi.

Male end (omelet. The T >0 Pnnneeiore. Fur three Indee- I,

The " nmriee of Polly. For A number of“
Mr ' wey'e Beetle. Your teen-lee end Owen-t-

“Inen'e meet. Frven lemeloe end two melee. The “Incl Ht. )eetwo fernelee end one In.

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DIME DIALIOT SPEAKER, No. 23. .
Dnt’l MI d0 um", All about a hoe, Lam: Clilneu oflrnp,1uy nigin I ,
glue Mluulppl mincle, Scandal, The mauireu duu'ny ol‘Con ud Mythology.
«m N “do zoom! in A dark this View the lrinlimnn Pic is
'/ Dune lama 10‘ Muy'hl Tu Sinner vay, ' iregu MI-Cmm'. Th. N'oreidol, .
V “ :08 On u’u‘uin: Gerinw. *Sprnys from Josh Ill ‘chondu (lettlcl, ‘
,.\ PM. :F'lnhnrty on '70- Mary I nlunnll vu- lnmh‘ lings, 'l he nluveflplro tinged,
3‘. man I rightsr  ligallliy :liscliu'rw, IDe’ C’lrl'llmltflnm ob d:  dokuloi' I 1 rubuu,
, ":V Th8 home In ens, how [ohm lu s.) “mm, | unwutmn, .lhe cpl‘lllh}: nmn, .
', ff “tliei'i‘rpilil‘u, ’ UH MN. Ul‘lwei, ‘Dar': nutfiu new undonlli‘:I illngnnt “hut in s
I. q . nr 1| )muon on \ parody l 110, um, . ui< (-on'n
" ' Moth": lu-lmv, \l-ir- umi’rm-y A Negro religiqu poem, That liulu l:uby rounil
,' I} ‘ l’le didn't lvll lllefnrm. :lill l'nlli-ru'uod, pilot, "Flint. violin, llm cnmcr._ ‘ l
' ‘ '1 no true story 01 l-nmk )lxl Umnluy, Picnic deliglml, A gruen'lnc micron” e
“11’: kite, 1““: pill peddlur'l on» Our v ndidulc‘s virws, An invilnciun to L.
I would 1 war. n be) linn, l)lxlldl'c.ll’}"l \Vifi’ihlu. bird of liberty. I
‘ main, \"chr Green‘s last l'lniu lunpuzlgu by lIuLlr l‘lu- (row, i
A pathan nary, ,Wurds, ; lul Janie, um. WM. "

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. ‘_ » Paar ennllnl. Threolmlies and two caulk-men. "l‘bo lesson UllnH’Cy. Two very mull glib.
{Kn Mount.qu uudluule-hills. Six l..dieluud uvernl l’rm'xicr wlmt _\uu [in-mi). Four ludiu. \
I . Inuhtorl. Politician. Numerous churncmn. '- F
1' a A (n; ‘hnt did not full. Six liovl. l'l‘lie cunvuuiug agent. 'l‘wo malt. ml two I
‘ wo wnyl ol Beulng thing. Two little girls. i felunlus.
"l 4 Don’t count. your chickens before they are 'Grub. 'l‘wn mnlu. ,
i',v ‘ hatched. Four lmlics and a buy. liA Light scare. ’l‘liroe female! Ind one mall. '
T} . All in Iairh love mid war. 3 hunts, 9 grutleinrn. : l‘lmbndi ~d sun-him. Tlirco young lulm.
v. “ How unclu Jolll not Till I f the legacy. 'l‘wo i..n1u,viluw Jim Peter: dial. Two unlu- i
u ’ ' will: uveul h‘usfurumtiom. l '
 _ DIME DIALOGUES No. 27.
‘ 1L . Pliny O'Dowd'o umpnign. For three mule: The llrl‘el gix-l‘n good ln‘ll. For lwq lull“ Ind /
and one {vmulm two liulc pi: ll.
lluuy inferequ not. nlwnyl junk. Numeroun "’l‘lml UHZIulellll mu. nlggar." For two main.
boyl. II'I lmd llw money. For three lltlle girls.
' ~ Dimmhnteil Annie. For uvvrnl zirls. Ammnruucu any duecill’ul. For “uni India.
A double Iurpriu. Four male: and on. femulo. und on. zwllenmn. ‘
,‘ “'lml. was it! For five indie». Love‘l pvnlcsl. For two llule glrll.
' “'lmL will cure them! For n Indy And two boyn. An enforced mm. ‘ For sen-nil clmrnders.
‘ / V lmlcpendent. For nunmroul clmrncterl. Those who prcncll and than who )wrlorln. ,0!
‘ .1 I rh ymmu iha best. For {nur be} u. klirre mnlu.
' I Ter and l'nunil wnntlng. For revernl mnlu. A goutlo couquut. For two young glib.
‘ buy’l plot. For uveral clnu'nclau.
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Tlger-llenrt.

he Mn-hed Avenger.
he Pearl l'll'lltl‘l-
lat-k Panther.
hdlelv the AVenger.
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