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 H THE BOY CHIEF of the PAWNEES
The Adventurous Career of Eddie
, Burgess of Nebraska.

 

BY COLONEL PRENTISS INGRAHAM.

 

 

 

 

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8 Yellow. Hair; the Boy

, ~ Yellow Hair,
The ‘Boy Chief of the Pawnees.

the menus-one Career of Eddie
' Burgess of Nebraska.

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CHAPTER I.
. m MIDNIGHT massacnn.
Tileafliest recollection of Eddie Bur
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faeed nth of twenty—was of rolling,‘

flower- pangled prairies, wild ponies and
red-skins, if I except the home influence of
kind parents, a happy household, and loving

and sisters, with which the boy was
surrounded. ..

But away from the homestead and its
pleasant family circle, to the plains, moun-
tains, and untutOred- red-skins, went the
thoughts of the boy, as soon as he was old
enough to walk w‘ and his adventurous
disposition and love the romantic caused
him to long to become a famous scout or In-
dian-flfiiiter or at least a dweller in the path-
lesswi sof the West.

Sooner, far sooner than he ever dreampt
of, it fell to the-lot of Eddie Bur ess to leave
that hap y home and have to ce the bit-
tereat 0 sale of a cruel fate, which well-
nigh (leave out of his heart any hope for the

Forthe red-skin boy, horn on the rairie
toawild'life, the rough existence 0 hard-
shipsand'dagger he was forced to lead was

,v ; but to the pale-face youth,
born amid other scenes, and nurtured b
loving hearts, it was a severe life to lea
when forcedto become as the ve Indian
himself, and feel all the while that a had a
cruel mes , and dwelt amon foes.

Wheninhis ei , th year Ed is Burgess first
felt the venom the Indian nature, and
. to sorrow and suffer.

He , the western home-of his parents,
seenhra‘. ‘Jhen forth to n ht the red-skin

7 fid heard rillin tales of
a and ornelties, and d often
seen  ‘ 'phfidmn of the plains
when titty came near where‘he dwelt; but
the horrors of a red war he had been spared,
as well as the blood-curdling war-whoop and
sickening scenes that follow on the trail of

Chief'- of the Pawnees.

a

thew-path, until it fell to his lot to wit
nose that of which he had only heard. I

He had fine with his brother Charlie, a
few years h senior, to the border home of
a friend of his father, to pass a few weeks.

The boys had looked orward to the visit
with 1 win anticipations, for they knew
that . Ba bitt, the settler, liPed on the
very border that divided the ro ' tribes
from the settlements, and his son told‘of
many an adventure with the Indians.
Mounted upon their wiry, swift nice,
and armed with shot-guns, a pistol an hunt-
ing~knife each, the boys set out alone for
their trip, which was a ride of ei ht miles.

Never in their lives did the gee prouder
than when camping alone the rst night out,
and they made for themselves a wicky-up‘f
and often in after years recalled the comforts
of that little camp.  _ v

The next afternoon they arrived at their
destination, and were warmly welcomed by
the family, and especially Bob Babbitt, a boy
of thirteen, whose visit they were returning,
he having passed a month at their house.

The first remark of Mr. Babbitt was one
calculated to give anxiet to older heads,
though Eddie and Charlie uilt from it cae-
tles in air of stirrin scenes and adventures
to follow, for he he said: i

“ Well, boys, when I asked your father to
let you visit us, I little thou ht we were
going to have trouble with the ndians; but
runners are out through the settlements pow,
warnin all that the red-skins are‘ on the
war-pat .”

" hen we can help you defend your home,
sir,j’. said Charlie, and the boys were de-
lighted at the prospect of trouble, while older
faces looked anxious. '

But what the boys looked forward to as a
thrilling adventure turned out, alas! to be a
red horror, and far sooner than one had
anticipated; for, hardly had the household,
after an evening of pleasure in the society of
their oung guests, retired for the night,
when k orms flitted from tree to tree and
stealthin ap reached the commodious cabin.

Not aso was awake, not an e saw
their coming, for, though danger was threat-
ened,ks it was-not expected for days, perhaps
wee .

A hundred dark forms, with faces hideous-
] ainted. crept like anthers throu the
t r and surround the cabin" , out-
buildings, their presence not even awakening
. the hu watch-dog that lay upon the back
i porch ttle dreaming of danger.

i .Bnt, as a warrior placed his moccasined
foot upon the step, the dog sprung to his feet

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with a loud, furious bark. to drop dead from
an arrow sent through and through his heart.

But the deep bay and dying yelp of r
Watch had aroused Mr. Babbltt, and a ight
flashed within, and the settler called out:

“ Ho, Watch! What is it, do "

No sound answered, and r. Babbitt
asked:

‘ ‘ Is there any one there who seeks shelter ‘2"

He was, like all settlers, most hospitable,
and thought that some benighted neighbor
whom Watch knew, as he barked no more,
might be without, for he had distinctly heard
a human voice.

“Ay, ay, neighbor Babbitt, I would like
shelter for man and beast till mom,” said a
deep voice in reply.

hot seeing that the one who spoke had his
face covered with war-paint, and was a
renegade white, chief of an Indian tribe, Mr.

- Babbitt opened the door as he said:

“ You shall have shelter and food, neigh-
bor, with pleasure.”
As he stepped half-dressed out of the door

, there came a flash, report and cry mingled

together, and then across the bod of his
victim sprunglthe Renegade Chief, ollowed
by a score of is red warriors.

Then was heard loud shrieks from Mrs.
Babbitt and her dau hters, and out of their
rooms dashed Char is and Eddie Burgess,
followed by young Babbitt.

Several shots followed, then terrific war-
cries, a fierce struggle, and then silence en-
sued, for there were none to resist the red
demons in their work of massacre.

 

CHAPTER II.
meme ron ms BOALP.

How lon Eddie Burgess lay unconscious,
for he had en felled by a tomahawk blow
on the side of his head, he did not know;
but he recovered sensibility to find himself
lying on the floor of the sitting-room, where
he had fallen, and the blood trickling down
his face from the ash over his forehead.

Near him lay 1i rs. Babbitt, and one look
was sufficient to show that she was dead,
and had been scalped, while her eldest
daughter was visible, lyin across the thresh-
old, and she too had been lied, and the In-
dian trophy, a Long lock of hair, tori; away.

It was a sickening, scene for the poor boy
Wanna and he shut his eyes momen-

y with horror.

He remembered that young Babbitt, his
brother and himself, had bold] rushed out
and attacked the red~skins. an then he re-
ceived the blow on his head and knew no

more.
His brother ander were no where,

 

visible, but he felt sure that they had been
killed, and the tears came in his dark blue
eyes at their sad fate.

What had saved his scalp he diseoveredby
the sounds without, for there was a fi t
going on, and he knew that the Indians ad
been attacked b soldiers or settlers before
their red work ad been completed. 

But, as he listened, he heard triumphant
war-cries, and then'he knew, as the sounds
of battle came from further and further
away, that the Indians were. driving 
white foes. ‘

He staggered to his feet, but fell again, un-
able to stand, and it was some moments be-
fore he regained strength. V

Then he heard the clamor of the Indiana
returning, and he looked at the pistol that

'lay by his side, and s ed his knife, deter-r

mined to die game, or e had no ho ,a
there was that in the brave boy’s nature V. I
ltivfould not allow him to beg uselesst forhis

e.
To his joy he found his little repeater had ..
three loads in it, and, young as he was, 
Eddie was a good shot. ., .' '
b Tgeléeyolyseiil-l hatli1 been prfsfinted' to him
so ,wooneu tstop
his father’s house, while scougting, sum
a fancy to the boy, and Eddie prized‘ths
weapon beyond all his treasures, for it had
on it the name of the famous Indian-fighter
and scout. ‘
“Buffalo Bill wouldn’t miss them, and;
won't either," said Eddie ly, as he sat :
uggn the floor, for he was aidtotrust him“
se to stand and half shielded himself with
the dead body of Mrs. Babbitt. , 
Louder grew the exultant voices without,
broken now and then by a wild war-cry 'and
then in through the open door came a dolen
forms, with hideously painted faces. ' _ ..,.‘
They started back at the icture that met
their s, for there set the , his revolver V
levels , and the body of Mrs. bbittshieldq

in him. , r a " 7
Eddie was the first to break the tableau, .
and a shot did it, and down dropped an In.

an. .
Then, with a yell, they rushed; upon him
and twice more the weapon flashed, the -
lets breaking the arm of one and grain :the
shoulder of another, for the boy was 

mined to fight bravely for his scalp. .
‘ Another moment and the long, curling,
golden hair of Eddie Burgess would have
ung at the belt of a huge warrior when,
just as the hand was thrust out to it, it
was apical, and a stern voice cried: ‘ ‘
_“ et t boy live, for he is too bravely: ~‘

die.
" I will take him’l

 

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\ The speaker had spoken in the Sioux
tongue, enough of which Eddie had picked
up to understand him, and it was the white
renegade chief that had saved his life.
Turning to another brave the chief ordered
him to bind the boy securely on a mustang,
but not to injure him, and then the work of
plunder went on, all of which poor Eddie
gazed’upon until eve idea of romance re-
garding the Indians ied out forever in his

young heart.

His brave defense had saved his life and
scalp, but what horrors were before him as
the red-skins’ captive he little dreamed of.

CHAPTER III.
, THE BOY carrrvns.

Tim captors of Eddie Burgess took him

with them in their long raid of warfare
against the white settlers on the border, and
he was in their battles,‘ bound to the back of
a mustang, in their rapid rides, short en-
campments, and at last their retreat before
the advance of a large body of soldiery.
‘ There was awhole tribe on the war-path,
‘ and the warriors were divided into difiereut
,bdnds, the large: one being under the com-
mand’of the w 'te renegade chief, who was
known among the braves as White Snake.

This band seemed to have done the most
harm, and. loaded down with plunder, they
atlast were forced to retreat to save their
spoils.

,The carried back with them but one cap-
tive, die Burgess, and what the fate of his
brother Charlie had been the boy did not
know, and every ni ht he shed bitter tears of
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thoughts would fly back to the home he had _
left with such oyous hopes of adventure and ‘
pleasure tobe ' lot. |
He had seen the dead bodies of all of the
Babbitt famll , for they had been left in the ?
cabin when t e red fiends set it on fire; but
nowhere had, be seen Charlie‘s body, and ‘
knowing how shrewd and brave his elder
brother was, he held some hope that he had

esclalped the massacre. . ,
htin as the retreated, the Indians1
faun th ‘ way k to their strongholdf

vii in the mountains, and Eddie’s hope
tad each day as he saw the impossibility of
escape. , .

At night he was bound securely and slept
near the White Snake, and by day his feet
were tied under a mustang, the lariat of
which was held b an Indian.

He was iven a the food he wanted, and
‘not trea unkindly; but the then cut
into his flesh. and he suflered great y, and
of sorrow.
At last, after a d I battle, in which
the Indians were victorious. beating the

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troorfidback, they reached the mountains,
and die saw the village before him.

It was a large villa e, numberin a thou-
sand lodges, and the ands aroun it were
covered with horses and cattle, for the other
marauding bands had returned, and the
Indians were wild with delight at their suc-
CUSS.

The women shriekcd forth a welcome, the
children shouted, the (logs barked, and the
cxultant braves uttered piercin cries of
triumph, until the count of the ead began,
and then were heard wailing and lamenta-
tions upon all sides.

To his joy Eddie, awe-stricken at the
scenes before him, suddenly spied a well-
known face and form.

“ Charlie!”

He shouted forth the name, and instantly
his brother turned toward him.

“Eddie!”

It was all the two captive boys could say
for some time, and then Charlie told how he
had escaped, by going down the cellar steps
and then out into the timber, and was on his
way home, believin that all had been killed
at the Babbitts', w an he lay down in a
thicket to sleep, for he was utterly worn
out. .

He was awakened by a voice and found
himself in the presence of half a hundred
warriors, another band of the Sioux, and he
had been carried by them upon their raid,
and then brought to the village.

“But, Eddie, I belong to a chief of an-
other tribe, who joined the White Snake
band for the raid, and he is to take me to his
village, many miles from here,” said Charlie

sad] .

“I will ask the White Snake to keep you
too, Charlie, and together we can escape,”
and Eddie called to the renegade, who was
near, and begged him to let his brother re-
main with him.

The white man, with his stern, cruel face,
still bedaubed with paint, turned toward the
boys and asked, addressing Eddie:

“ Is that your brother?’

“ He is.” .

“ What is your name?”

“Eddie Burgess.” '

“ You are no relations of Babbitt are you?"

“No, sir; we went to visit Mr. Babbitt's
son, and that night you attacked the house.”

“Well. I owe it to Alex Babbitt that I'm
what I now am, for he caught me in a little
wickedness once, would not spare me, and I
was sent to prison for ten years.

“ I remained seven of those years, bogs,
and then got away by killing a keeper, an I
came here and went from bad to worse; but
I have had my revenge on Alex Babbitt and
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you any of his gang.
“Well, my son, whose captive are you?"
and he turned to Charlie.

“Red Buffalo they call the chief," said;

Charlie. 

“ He does not belong to my village, but I

will see if I can buy you from him, though, l
if you have the pluck of your little brother, ‘

I guess I’ll have more than I can attend to
to watch the pair of you.

“ I’ll make an offer for you, anyhow.”

He sent for Red Buffalo, and said:

captive of the Red Buffalo."

“ N o,”'was the answer.

“ Will give him a pony.”

(1 N0. H

“ And a red blanket?"

c t No. n ‘

“Two onies?”

The Re Buffalo shook his head.

“ Three ponies, a red blanket and a gun?"

“ No, the Red Buffalo wants the pale-face
boy to train him up to make great warrior."

“It is useless, boys, for he will have his
way," said White Snake, and he walked
away, and then, seeing Eddie, the Red Buf-
falo called to him:

“Will give the White Snake same offer
for his pale-faco pappoose‘l”

_“No, sir.”

“The Red Buffalo has 0 en hand, and
will give so many ponies," an he indicated
the number b counting five of his fingers.

“The Re Buffalo hasn’t got ponies ,
enou h to buy that boy,” said the renegade, i
and e went on his way, while the Indian ‘
chief, disappointed and angry, took hold of 1
Charlie an dra ed him awa , and poor
Eddie saw him ri e out of the vi lage shortly ,
after by the side of his captor.

He waved his hand to his brother, but
Charlie was securely bound, and could only
nod his head in farewell. and Eddie threw
himself upon the ground and shed bitter,
scalding tears of sorrow.

CHAPTER IV.
THE GANTLET on THE RAPIDS.

Wm the scalp-dances and wailing were
over' in the Indian village, and aflairs had
settled down once more to eve day life,
Eddie was released of his bonds y White
Snake, who said to him: .

"Boy, I am going to give you the freedom
of the village now, and on can enjoy your-
self with the little In ians after on have i
looked to my comfort, for I have utles for ;

 

you to perform each da

“ But mind you, if on attempt to escage,
and I catch you, I’ll ill you as I. woul a .

YeuoW'Hair, the Boy Chief of the Pawns“. 3

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“ The White Snake wishes to buy the boy , arrows, an
r shooting.

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you, brave as was your fight, had I believed I dog; but‘be a good boy, and obey me, and
e I" '

I’ll treat youw

Eddie was too glad to get his freedom to
think of anything else, and calling some. of
the younger sons of the chiefs, White Snake
told them to make a companion of the lonely
white boy. -

This they at once set about doing in their
own way, and after Eddie hadwhipped ev
boy of his size, and some even older an
larger, in the village, they becar‘ne most
friendly with him.

They tau ht him how to make bows and
he soon excelled themin true.

They taught him to make fishing lines,
traps to insnare birds, and all kinds of work
on buckskin, until in a few months the pupil ,
excelled the teachers.

Young as he was Eddie soon grew less

, sorrowful at his lot, though he never for a

moment forgot the love onesat home, who
he knew were bitterly grieving for him, or
his brother Charlie, who was leading the

; same life in another cam , or perhaps he had

been killed, Eddie thong t. .

The duties of the captive boy consisted in‘
rubbing up the weapons of White Snake and
keepin the tepee in order, for the renegade
Lived a one, not having been won by any of
the red maidens who sought to gain his love.

Eddie’s bed consisted of a bear robe and
his covering was a red blanket, his pilIOw
being made from fox skins, which he had
himself tanned, having insnared the foxes in
atra . - .
White Snake treated the boy kindly
though he was a man of few words, an
taught him all he could of Indian craft and
how to trail a foe.

But he loved rude sports, and was wont to.
often wager with some chief that his boy
captive could whi certain youngsters in the
village, and a gm ed battle was sure to fol-
low, in which ddie invariably came oflths

victor, though often with a black eye, '

scarred face or blood nose.

His form was slen er and wiry, and soon
grew as hard as iron, from his constant at;
ercise, and he gloried in the trlum hs he
won, and worke the harder to inure ‘
to hardships, and face any danger that he
might one day bring his powers and pluck
to use in making his escape, for, in sp to of

his seeming contentment in his lot, and \for: , '

getfulness of home, that one idea was upper-
most in his mind.

One day the daughter of them medi~
cine chie of the Village was out upon the
river in her canoe. I ’

She was a young girl of seventeen, and it
was said she inherited her beauty fromher

   

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mother, who had been a white captive, until
she died of a broken heart.
' She was the prettiest maiden of the vil-
lage, the very idol of her father, and had al-
ways been kind to Eddie when he crossed
ath.

Ugon the afternoon she was out upon the

river she was engaged in fishing, and, in her
struggle with a arge bass, dropped her
over oard.
, Excited by her efforts to capture the fish,
she/did not attempt to regain her paddle, and
was only warned of her danger, as she drew
the bass into the canoe, by the shouts of her
companions on the shore.

To her horror she saw that she had drifted
down with the stream, until she was dau-
gerously near to the rapids, and her canoe
was ahead goin faster and faster as it ap-
proached e swi ter current.

Almost any other maiden of the village
could have sprung overboard and made for
the shore; but she could not swim a stroke,
her father having kept her out of the river
for fear of some accident befalling her.

e turned her gaze anxiously toward her
comrades; but not one could aid her, and
even those in their canoes dared not venture
into the swift current.

The village was half a mile away and no
' warrior was near, and the frightened girl
sunk down in the bottom of her canoe and

to chant her death-song.
ust then there washeard a splash down
the stream, and a shout arose from a bun-
dred red-skin children as one of their num-
ber had boldly sprunig into the stream and
was swimming swift y out to head off the
canoe and its alarmed inmate.
’ Cutting his way through the waters the
‘ small but gallant rescuer swam with a vigor
that was remarkable. and all breathlesst
watched his pro .

Behind him, astened to a string held in
. his teeth, was a paddle, and the boy seemed

determined to accomplish his purpose.

Down the river came the canoe, each mo-
ment gaining increased rapidity, and to head
it 01 ata given point the young swimmer
devoted every energy.

From the village, alarmed by the cries,
warriors came running toward the river with
the speed of deer, and behind them came
Iquaws and children; but all saw that they
could be of no aid, though they pressed on
to the scene.

Suddenly a t shout arose from a hun-
dred juvenile t ts, for the boy had gained
_ the path the canoe must take, and the next

instant

it.
The shoe half dragged him from the
,,  bathe held on'with wonderful te-

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nacity, and a moment after pulled himself
up over the stern.

For a moment the light canoe danced and
swayed fearfully, as thou h it would go
down; but the boy told the ndian girl to sit
flat down, and then taking his place in the
stern be seized his paddle and worked des-
perately.

But no man’s arms could keep back the
canoe from the rapids then, and seein that
his eflforts were fruitless, the boy set llnnr‘ if
to the task of trying to run the gautlet of
the rapids.

Several times, in company with Indian
warriors, he had gone down the dangerous
stream, but never alone, or with every effort
to save life de endinu‘ upon him.

But he di not inch from the danger,
and, with his paddle grasped firmly in his
hand kept his eyes fixed upon the rocks and
foaming torrent ahead, while the gaze of the
girl was upon him in mute supplication and
admiration.

Upon the shore half a thousand 6 es were
upon him, and in breathless si ence all
watched, {saw the canoe rush like a race
horse toward the first danger, and then sheer
from it under the guidance of the paddle.

Then another danger was passed, and an-
other, until at last the rapids were run, and
the canoe paddled inshore where the old and
the young of the village met its occupants,
and a shout went up from the throats of stem
braves in honor of Yellow Hair, the pale—
face boy, as Eddie Burgess was called by the
Indians, for be it was who had saved the life
of the daughter of the Medicine Chief at the
risk of his own.

“ My brave bo , ou’ll wear the bear-claw

necklace and eag e- eathers“ long before you '

are out of your teens,” said the renegade
chief to Eddie after his daring adventure.

CHAPTER V.
as mnrm nor rm.

THE chum, particular friend, or rather, in
border parlance, red-skin boy pard of Eddie
Burgess, was a outh two years his senior,
and the son of e chief second in rank tothe
White Snake.

Eddie had had several pitched battles with
Little Thunder, as the boy was called, when
he first came to the village, and had proved
the master of the red-skin lad, who had ac-
knowledged it by at once adopting the young
ca tive as his brother. ,

any one imposed upon Yellow Hair, he
had Little Thunder to fight, and so it was
with Eddie if his red pard was maltreated.

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Thus they became inseparable com anions,
and though the senior 0 Yellow air, and
larger, as I have said, the red-skin was ruled
by the ale-face.

The ather of Little Thunder was the most
savage chief in the tribe, had no mercv in his
heart for any foe, and often looked atEddie's
long golden hair as though a scalp-lock from
it would be most becoming to his belt.

Already hanging there were a dozen scalp-
locks of pale-faces, one of which Eddie was
wont to gaze on with horror, for he knew it
to be the hair of poor Mrs. Babbitt, and he
hated the old chief, though he felt such a
friendly regard for his son. _

The eater the warmth of friendship be-
tween ellow Hair and Little Thunder, the
more the father of the latter seemed to hate
the pale-face boy, until Eddie soon saw that
whenever he gazed upon him he looked as
though he longed to kill him, and he deter-
mined to keep out of Binghunder‘s way as
much as possible, for he gan to really fear

1m.

One day Yellow Hair went in search of
several ponies belongin to White Snake that
had stra ed from the erd, and not being
able to ad Little Thunder, and caring not
for other company, he was forced to go
alone.

As he now could go where he pleased, be
determined to take advantage of one of these
hunts for stray ponies to escape; but on this
occasion he was not able to make the attempt,
and wished to wait until all the fighting war-
riors had one out of the village on some raid.

After aglong tramp he found the ponies,
lariated one and was about to mount and
drive the others back to the village, when he

was seized from behind and hurled u on the 5,

ground with a force that nearly knoc ed the
reath out of him.

Alarmed, he lanced upward, at the same
time tryin to raw an arrow to fit to his bow
to defend imself, when he beheld who his
assailant was.

It was Bi Thunder, and he held the boy
down with his foot upon his breast, while his
face leamed with sava e hate.

“ be great chief Big Thunder will not
hurt the pale~face boy," cried Eddie.

“ Yes.’

“The Yellow Hair has not harmed him. "

“ The Big Thunder hates all pale-faees,"
was the save? reply. .

“But the ellow Hair has given up his

le and become a. red-skin.”

“ The Yellow Hair is like a bird.

“ He sings merrily in his cage, but will fly
awa when his wings are no longer clipped. ’

“Tut the Yellow Hair is the brother of the
great chief's son." ’ .

pale-face brother,” hissed the chief. ..

Eddie made no re ly, and thechiefdrew
his scalping knife an said gloatingly: --

“ The Big Thunder will wear the scalp 8
the serpent pale-face boy." -

Eddie knew that the Indian meant "or,
word he said.

He could not ofler the alightut radiance,
and who was near to aid hint v

He loved life, and he did not Wil to die.
and he leaded: - .

“ Wil not the Big Thunder spare fie
Yellow Hair?" .

s s No. n

“The White Snake will be angry."

“ The White Snake will not , w.
the malicious reply.

“ He will hunt for the Yellow Hair.”

" He will not know that Big Thuadc took
his scalp." 1

Eddie now felt that he must die. and he
had lived long enough among the Indian-to.
meet death with stoicism and il-
diflerenee, and seein that he could do noth-
ing else, he said he y: Y

“Then let the coward chief strike. forth
Yellow Hair is brave.” A

“ The Big Thunder is no coward.”

“ He kills a ho ; he is a squaw brave."

“ The Yellow air shall die," shouted 90.

then kill the helpless boy.
“The Yellow Hair shall not die.” - 1
Both started at. the words, and beheld
standin near them, his arrow set ndbowv
string rawn back, and aimed at
der‘s heart, none other than Lilo

Mf-
The chief was astound and uttered

and awe at his red rd, who said boldly: ' -'
“ The Big Thun or is my father. but my

face brother." > 1

It was a thrilling, strange tableau. and-tho
moment it lasted seemed hours to thee-time
who icipated in it. ‘

W t would Bi Thunder do?

Thus thought E die.

Will Little Thunder keep his word?

t

m the father and son.

it last Big Thunder spoke. and Mambo
trembled, and he removed his method
foot from Eddie’s heart.

 

"ThevLittle Thunder is a fool to have... '

enraged Indian, and he bent over to seize the. a
long hair and first drag of! the scalp and '

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word, and Eddie Burgesseg’azed in lurplbe '

arrowshallseekhisheartifhehflun pub V. I

This thought also passed h the a I
mind. and he almost forget m in Im-

 
  

  

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8 Yellow M. the Boy  of the Pawneel.

 

hatred and‘bids the Yellow Hair welcome to
/his tepeex’ '

It was with a joyous heart Eddie sprun
to his feet and grasped the hand of his re -
skin boy rd, while the chief, with stern
mien and owncast head, strode away from
the spot, leaving the boys together.

, CHAPTER VI.
A Brian’s uns'r.

'vTxouen-‘Big Thunder disdained to ask
either his son or Eddie to keep the afiair se-
erat, of his eflort to kill the latter, and his
being thwarted by Little Thunder, he still felt
extremely anxious about the matter, for he
knew that not only White Snake, but also
the other chiefs would hold him to strict ac-
countability for his treachery, and his life
might be the forfeit.

.- ehowever breathed freely when several
days away and he found that Yellow
Hair kept the secret as religiously ashad
his own son. '

Then his hatred for the boy utterly faded
away, and in its lace came a strong friend-
ship, and he in a up his mind to befriend
him with his life should occasion ever offer,
and this determination was the further in-
creased some weeks after from a circum-

' stance which occurred, and that served to
make the youn pale-face still more of a hero
in the eyes of t e Indians.

It seems that Little Thunder one day, con-
trary to his usual custom, went alone on a
hunt, with the avowed determination‘to take
a‘ steg up the ladder of fame by kiliing a bear
out ed.

He had taken his father's rifle and his own
knife, together with a .bow and quiver of ar-
rows, and, mounting his mustang, sellied

' forth on the war-path against Bruin.

Hearing of where his red pard had gone,

and anxious about him, Yellow Hair s rung
' ,upon his pony and started upon his trail, fol-
' lowing it as readily as a hound would run on

, the scent of a deer.

- He rode rs idly and knew that Little
Thunder coul notbe far ahead of him, so
was about to give a ringing halloo, when a
shot was fired near by, followed by a savage

growl.

Instantly he darted forward like the wind,
and came upon a stirrin scene.

There stood. Little under, and in the

 

gotten down from his mustang and

gone into a narrow ravine between the rocks,
where was visible the entrance to a cave.

That a bear dwelt there the Indian boy

felt sass-Iain; but he found more than he bar-

gained for. ‘
.Eehd hardly up reached! the cave when
i the scratching so of claws upon the rock

 

caused him toturn, and he beheld tWo large
bears coming at a swift trot toward him.

To scale the precipitous walls of rock
upon either side of him, and behind him,
was impossible, and his only way of retreat
was to run into the cave.

But in the mouth of the cavern now stood
two good-sized cubs, gazing upon the ins
truder and snarling savagely.

Yet, in all his danger, the Indian bov did
not lose his presence of mind, but, with his
rifle leaning against him, sent arrows at his
four footed fees with marvelous rapidity and
good aim, though the wounds but added to
their fury, and hardly checked their advance.

As they came nearer he took up his rifle,
and, after a steady aim, fired, and over
rolled one of the bears.

This was the shot heard by Yellow Hair,
and he arrived upon the scene just as the
second bear raised upon his hind is to

re pie with the brave bo , who, wit his

ni e only to defend himsel , had determined
to die like the great warrior he hoped to be-
come.

Eddie Burgess saw the deadly danger of
his red pard, and that not an instant was to
be lost, and he reined up his pony, slipped to
the ground, and with his rifle resting upon a
rock, for it was too heavy for him to hold
out and be sure of his aim, he ran his eyes
along the sights and fired.

The bullet drop ed the bear to the ground,
and with a mighty cap Little Thunder s rung
over him and flew down the canyon, or he
knew that Bruin was by no means dead.

Meeting Yellow Hair coming on at a run,
his bow and arrows in hand, he turned, and
with the rapidity of thought, almost. watched
his pale-face pard send the darts into the
hair hide of the monster, that had struggled
to his feet, until he succumbed to his wounds
and rolled over dead.

It was a proud da for the boy pards, and
to secure the two cu s was their next work,
and this they did after receiving several bites
and scratches which they hard y felt in the
glor of their victory.

T e cubs were tied, muzzled and thrown
across the back of one of the ponies, and,
mounting the other, the boys set forth on
their return to the village, where their story
was told and the two larger bears at once
sent for and their claws given to the youth-
ful victors, while, knowing that his son owed

his life to Yellow Hair, Bl Thunder treated

the boitwith a res ct he 'd not even show
to the edieine C of.

 

CHAPTER VII.
me rmmm ams To PA? a pm.

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face, had become a universal favorite with
the Indians, was evident, and he was gener-
ally re ded with as friendly a feeling as g
thou h e were in reality one of their own 1

peas.

White Snake had come to them not as
a captive, but, when forced to fly from his E
own race, he had watched his chance to go to ‘
the red-skins with'an edat that would serve 1
him well, and knowi of an intended secret
ex dition a t their village, he had one
an warned m of their danger, plotted an
ambush against the soldiers, and, when they ‘.
fell into it, had fought with a ferocity that
won the admiration of the Indians and made
him a chief.

A bold raid he planned and led against a
settlement was also successful, and the ca -
ture of a wagon-train of stores added to his ,
laurels and power and gave him the position 5
of head chief by the unanimous consent of ‘
the leading warriors of the tribe. ‘

But the Indians feared the stern, silent
man, and not one of them felt friendshi for
him, though they respected and admire him
as a great chieftain, and felt safe under his
leadership.

They had frowned down his adoption of a
pale-face boy; but those who openly had
shown a dislike, to it, had been quick] made
to feel the power of the White Sna e, and
thus it was that the presence of Eddie Bur-

ess was at first tolerated, while the boy
filmself won the friendship of his red foes,
for foes they now were to him as he had
not forgotten that fearful midnight massacre,
and that loving parents and sisters were then
mourning him as dead. ,

Shortly after the bear adventure Big ‘
Thunder sought out Yellow Hair. and in-
vited him to go on a hunt with him.

This was an honor that the boy was glad
to accept, for he had long before given up

' all idea of further treachery and murderous

intent on the part of the chief toward him.

_ Though aman as cruel as a snake toall
foes, Big Thunder had a heart in his red
breast, which was proven by his devoted love ‘

to his son. - ,
Loving Little Thimder as he did, it set the [
chief to thinking, and his thoughts ran in a j
strange channel for one of his stern nature. ‘
Sn that Little Thunder, he thou ht, 1
sh be a captive to the ale-faces, how it- {
would he mourn for and how gulad E
would hobo did some kind riend set 'mi

free. ,
Thus feeling, and owinghto Yellow Hair 1
friendship for keeping e secret of his ,

.treacheryltloward him, and gratitude of the '1
' deepest °

dforsavinghissonfromdeath,
heaskedthebo toghuntingwithhim
thstheiniahtai him  ,

To Eddie’s surprise the Indian chief took
the trail leading toward the settlements.

There was good hunting there, he know,
for bufiaio, elk, antelope and bear abounded;
but then it was a most dangerous locality for
an Indian to venture into,

Thunder, who was hated snddreaded gthhig V I

whites.
But as to his reason for ing in that
direction the chief remained ent until the

sunset of the second da . when they halted
on a high hill on the badks of a river. .

" Does the Yellow Hair see yonder smoke?!
asked the chief, pointing to a blue column of
vapor miles distant.

u Yes. v!

f " It comes from the log tapes ofapala-
ace."

(l  9’ f '

"IsI not the heart of the Yellow Hair

2
" Why should it be?”
" To see the smoke made by his people!"
“The people of the Yellow Hairarefar
away, and he has lived so long with the

Sioux, their home is as his home,” was the r

repl , while a strange look came u n the
boy s face, which the Indian, with all oun-
ning and knowledge of human nature could
not fathom. ‘ ‘
Big Thunder was astounded, for he had
ectedtoseetheboydancewith delight.
ad he mistaken him! , '
Did he love the red-skins more than his
own eople? .
Di he notwiah to escape
cabin of a settler was almost in vi
“ Does the Yellow Hair prefer to live with
his red brothers?” asked" the chief, after ‘a

pause.

" The Yellow Hair has good friends smug
the red people,” was the reply. ’

“ Yes, and the Bi Thunder will speak
straight; he will tell a Yellow Hair that he
wished to be his friend, and b him

  
 

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heretoset him free, and let him so tohiy _. 

0 is, while he went back and told the
Wm Snake acrooked story of how tbepale-
mboy had gotten away from him in the

g t." ‘ . s

“The Yellow Hair thanks the Big Thun-
der; buthewill return to the tepeesotthe
Sioux,” was the calm reply.

The chief si had, for
lieviug his min and heart of a debt of grati-
tude he wished to fully pay. ’ .

Buthesawthat the boywas determined.
and, shoulderin his rifle, he mounted his

yandied swaytoasafer .-
placethantheonewheretheyhad . V

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10 Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief of the Parasol.

 

, CHAPTER VIII.
FRIENDS TO REMEMBER.

father, and almost the same scene was again
enacted as on that former occasion, excepting

. Tm; hunt of Big Thunder and .Yellow ‘ that the Indian boy brought Star Eyes in as

Hair turned out a successful one, for not only
did the two return with game in abundance.
but the chief also had at his belt the scalp of

I Cheyenne brave, who, with several others, ‘

had attacked the hunters, but been beaten off.

,Big Thunder told of the coolness of Yellow ,

Hair, and that his shot had brought down
the Cheyenne’s pony, while he had killed the

rider, and that they had beaten ofi their ene- ,

are, though they were three to one against

in.

This fight but served to make Eddie Bur-

gess the more popular with the red-skins,
while White Snake told him that he was a
son to be proud of, and would one day be
chief in his stead, for that the boy ever
thou ht of his home and parents he had not
the s ightest idea, and believed that the past
had been almost wholly obliterated from his
memory.
In his lonely exile from his own people,
and leading the miserable life he did, White
Snake clun to the boy more and more, and
became r y kind to him in all his words
and actions. ‘

But there was another in the village who
was drawn most strongly toward the white
boy captive, and that one was Star E es, the
den liter of the Medicine Chief, an whom
Yel ow Hair had saved from death in the

Ragiids.

. he was much older than the boy, so was
not in love with him, yet was drawn toward
him with bonds of gratitude she could never
sever, and, like Big Thunder, she wished to
return the debt she owed him, and to do so
iiin upon the same method which the chief

To make his esca e more certain, she en-
listed Little Thun er upon her side, and
painted in glowing colors to the Indian boy
the sorrow of the poor pale-face captive,
forced to dwell among a people who were his
natural foes.

 Little Thunder was duly im ressed, and,

though he hated to give up his riend, be yet

promised Star E‘vles to aid in effecting the es-
of Yellow air.

0 ether then they concocted a plan in
Will the two boys were to go 03 together
on" a scout, and when near t e settlements,
Little Thunder was to bid his white brother
to return» to his own people, and tell him
that it was the wish of the maiden and him~

' ' self, and who were friends that wished to be

remembered long after he had ceased to be a
dwellerin the tepees of the Sioux. ' .
Little dreaming that another attempt to aid

- . his escape was intended, Eddie Burgess went

with Little Thunder. as he had with his

3 an ally, and did not takeall the credit to
3 himself.

But, as before, Yellow Hair firmly refused
to leave the Sioux village, and, to the sur-

rise of Star Eyes, rode into the camp with

ittle Thunder, their ponies laden down with
game, for, boys though they were, they
shamed many of the warriors by their success
in the chase.

Can it be that Eddie Burgess, in refusing
to escape when freedom was in his very
clutch, had learned to love the wild life of
an Indian camp, and the cruel foes of his
race, even 1:.ore than he did his own flesh
and blood?

Let the sequel show, my kind reader.

 

CHAPTER IX.
YELLOW HAIR'S sacna'r.

FOB several days after his return from his
trip with Little Thunder, Eddie Burgess
seemed most thoughtful, and his boy pard,
who watched him most closely, seemed to
think that he was regretting that he had not
made his escape when the chance to do so
was so openly offered.

White Snake also noticed the he 's man-
ner and asked the cause Of it; but E die said
that he did not feel just right, and soon
threw of the attack that was upon him, and
became as cheerful as before.

But he seemed less inclined to take long
hunts, and hun about the village more,
seeming to watc with greater interest the
movements of the chiefs, and listen more at-
tentively to their talks.

That something was going on in the village
was evident, for the warriors conversed much
to ther, their favorite ponies seemed to be
ta en better care of, and all were busy by
day looking ,to their arms, getting together
war-paint, and, in fact, preparing for some
grand expedition.

That it was to he on a large scale Eddie
knew, as nearly a thousand warriors, half the
fighting force of the village, had been picked
for the trail, and yet not one word was said
as to their destination.

White Snake was to lead the warriors,
and he it was who had lanned the expedi-
:ion, whatever it was'ang where its destina~

ion.

But Eddie in vain tried to get an inklin
of where such a large force was going. an
for what pu ' ,

He knew t

 

theirfew numbers, follow the Indians to
their mountain stronghold-and yet he was

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Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief of the PM 11

 

aware that the Sioux, in small hands, had
harassed the settlements and forts exceeding-
ly during his stay in the village.

At last Yellow Hair discovered that the
warriors were to march at dawn on the fol-
lowin day, for White Snake said to him:

“ y boy, I am going on a long and dan-
gerous trail, to—morrow, and should I not re-
turn remember that you are as my own son,
my heir, and that one day you must be
chief of this tribe in my stead, for no war-
rior dare say you nay.

“ Now go and bid the head chiefs to meet
me within the hour at the grand Medicine
Lodge, to hold a secret council."

The boy departed on his errand,‘ and
hastily made the circuit of the tepees, bid-
din each head chief to go to the Medicine
L ge at the appointed hour to meet the
White Snake.

Having done this he darted back to his
own tepee, and told White Snake that he
wished to go with Little Thunder fishing on
the river, a pastime the boys frequently in-
dul ed in at night.

e permission was granted, and going to
the tepee of Little Thunder he bade him go
up the river to where the Indians kept their
ponies at night in a corral, and await his
coming.

Then Yellow Hair sped away like a deer
in the direction of the grand Medicine
Lodge.

Arriving near he went cautiously along
until hesaw he was not sbserved, and then
he darted suddenly into the deep shadow of
the large tepee.

No council fire was 1yet lighted within,
and all was dark and si cut, for it was not
yet time for the gathering of the chiefs to
meet the White Snake.

Entering the tepee, never before desecrated
by the grofane foot of one not a chief, the
daring oy thou h considerably awed by his
surroundings, fe t about the interior until he
came to one of the stout lodge poles and up
this he clambered with the a 'lity of a cat.

There was a circular opening around the
pole, some twelve feet from the ground, and
through this Yellow Hair squeezed himself,
and ound above him another covering of
skins for the tepee, which he had before ob
served had a double roof, or rather was one
lodge set over another, only a foot smaller in
size. Suspending himself in the hoop of the
inner roof, or covering, he quickly cut in the
upper, or outer one, half a dozen holes,
through which he slipped stout buck-skin

stn .

The ends of these he tied securely together,
and then he swung himself into them, one
passing as a swing under his breast, another
at the waist, and a third impending his feet.

 

'rnus ne hung, su ported 1757 me snout
upper skin roo , an nearly the
under one, through which a out several
small holes, which would give him a view of
the interior of the medicine tepee when the
council fire was lighted. .

Hardly had he become comfortably, or ra-
ther securely, settled in his swings, when some
one entered the Medicine Lod ,and a moment
after a fire was lighted, and e smoke curled
upward and found egress through the holes
around the oles that supported the roof and
walls of we l-dressed skins of wild animals,
and nearly sufiocated the boy in his secret
retreat.

But he smothered the cough that rose in
his throat and remained quiet, watching and .
waiting to discover the secret for which he ‘
had risked so much and plotted so well;

' CHAPTER X.
THE SECRET comm. - i \

THROUGH the small slits in the lower cov-
ering of the lodge, Eddie Burgess, as soon I
he got the smoke out of his e as and throat,
saw the gathering of the chic s. ~ i

The fire had burned into a blaze, so that _
the smoke no longer troubled him, and one
by one the Indian leaders entered, and in
stately silence sat around the fire and took
out their ipes.

Present y the Medicine Chief entered and,
threw some light pieces of wood upon'the
fire, which at once flared up brightly, Ink-
ing a blood-red flame. , . .

“The omen is vgood, and we will leave a
red trail,” said hits Snake calmly, the,
saw the'wood burning, and all amend the
fire, twenty-two in number, gave a satisfac-
tory “ Ugh!" in token of their pleasure. 4

“Now, chiefs," began White Snake, ris-
ing, and layin aside his pipe. \ » ‘

“I have as ed you here to tell you that '
our trail leads to the village of our old fees,
the I’awnees. ‘ r

” They have become a werful tribe of
late, for their diflerent vi lages have come
together, and, under their chief,  EI-
ge are rich in 'es, arms, pelts, edges
and blankets, an we can crush them. -

“They are the friends of the pale-faces,
too, and once we strike their village, in can ‘
sweep on like a red torrent to the settlement
beyond, and make the waters of the Platte
cnmson with the blood of our enemies. u

“ Tomorrow we strike the trail 0! wars
dawn, and if there is one chief here who db-
sents, let him now speak. -

Such was the speech of White Snake, the
rene e chief, and it made Eddie "Bnrgess
trem is until he fairly shook the lady. for.
the course of the Sioux'led them towardihis
own  - V . .‘ ~,_ fir-,1

 

 

 

 

13 , Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief of the Pawnees.

 

In disma he pictured his arents and

I kindred slag: and scalped, his ovely home

burned, and nothin but dead bodies and de-
vastation left behin .

He had often seen the Pawnees come to his
father‘s house, and they were most friendly
with the whites, he knew.

They had lgi‘den him many a little present
in the past, treated the pale-faces with
great kindness, and he knew that his father
regected and liked them exceedingly.

e had feared that the course of the White
Snake was toward the settlements, and he
risked his life to discover the secret, deter-
mined to see what he could do to prevent a
In ' and oral massacre.
 or some time he had noted the great pre-
parations being made to go on the war- ath,

 and to solve the secret as to where the low
would fall was why the brave boy had re-
fused to escape when Big Thunder gave him
the (fipdrtunit to do so, and again when
Star yes and ttle Thunder planned to aid

w No,r he would back to the figOple he

hated. exce tin e few who had en kind

.tohim, and flu out the secret he longed to

know, and_ then he would ride on ahead and

give warning of the coming avalanche of
anddestruction.

For this reason he had gone to the Council
Lodge. and now the secret was known to
' himand it brought horror to his heart, for
what ifhe should not be able to o ahead
and warn the threatened ones of t eir dan-

gar?

«The thought was terrible, for before him
some the remembrance of the midnight mas-
sacre of Mr. Babbitt and his family, and the

. horrors that he knew well the red Sioux had

perpetrated since.

, CHAPTER XI.
, i A A GENERAL summers.

In answer to the question of White Snake,
Is to whether any of the chiefs dissented
from the prgposed war-trail, Big Thunder

arose and as :

" The White Snake has chosen well;

" His $es see far ahead.

"The awnees are our foes, and should
(all before our braves, and their lodges be set
on

fire.

t‘Butthd e-faoes are also our enemies;
they are tic er than the Pawnees; they
should die under our tomahawks; and et,
if wage tothe Pawnee villa

 

first, our w 'te

w’foesma ‘escape,orbere yto meet us,so

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There were nods of assent to this, but
White Snake again arose and said:

“ The Big Thunder forgets that our Paw-
nee foes number many warriors, and that the
whites are all well-armed, and can rall
quickly, while the soldiers at the fort, wit
their bi horse-guns, can ride like the wind
to attac us.

“ No, let us kee our thousand braves to-
gather, strike the awnee village, leave it in
flames, and the wailing of women and chi'l-
drcu behind us, at the scalps we carry at our
belts, and then dash on to the settlements.

“ There we can get plunder, and frin 0 our
very leggings with scalps, and then, whi e the
Big Thunder, with half our braves, comes
on to our village with the booty the White
Snake will attack the pale-face fort, for the
soldiers will be off hunting for us, and we
can wipe it off from the face of the prairie,
as few men will be there to guard it.

“What say the chiefs?”

There was a. general nod all around the
fire, and Big Thunder said, calmly:

“ The White Snake speaks wise words.

“ We will do as he says.”

Hardly had the words left his lips when,
suddenly, the roof of skins shook violently,
and, with a startled cry, Eddie Burgess fell
upon the head and shoulders of White Snake,
knocking him down.

The buckskin thongs had torn out with his
weight, and the hoop around the pole, which
be ,ad rasped to save himself, also gave
way, ang down into the midst of the council
he went, greatly to the fright and surprise of
not only himself, but of the assembled chiefs,
who had never anticipated an invasion of the
sacred lodge, and especially from above.

A score of knives at once flashed in as
many hands, and in an instant the daring
ho would have been slain had not the
White Snake, struggling to his feet after the
shfiik, grasped him in one arm, while he
or) : -
“Back, chiefs! the boy shall die, but not
by your knives."

CHA'PTER XII.

CONDEMNED.

THAT Eddie Burgess was frightened, there

is no room for doubt, at the most unfortunate
and dangerous situation in which he found
himself: but he had all the stoicsl manner of
an Indian, from his lon association with
them, and bold] fee the alternative,
though his heart uttered painfully.

It was evident that the chiefs liked not the
rotection at once given the boy b White
nake, though there was one exce t on, and

he laced himself by the side of ddxe, and
sai 'hcalmly: *

in: Thunder says with the White Snake. ,

'Mh-‘zv‘h, ., 1v

pale-faces.

“Let us wait.”

“ But why wait, when the pale-face, whom
we loved and trusted, has entered the secret
Council Lodge?

“ Ishe a spy?

“ Or does he seek to become a chief in wis-
dom before he has cast ofi the years of a
pappoose?”
around upon the crowd for reply, but more
particularly let his gaze fall upon White
Snake, whoanswcred, in his low, deep tones:

“The White Snake is no coward to spare ‘1

one he loves, and he says that the boy shall
die; but let him think over his crime until
our return from the war-trail, and then, when
we have our scalpdance, our people may see
how the Sioux chiefs punish one who invades
the Council Lodge.” r

“The White Snake speaks wisely, and we
can wait. -

“ Let the pale-face boy be taken to the
Guard Lod e and there ke t until our war-
trail has an ed," said Big hunder; and the
nod of assent came from all, and poor Eddie
Eves led away, feeling terribly blue at his

ate.

The one who took him to the Guard Lodge
was Flying Feather, a handsome young war-
rior, as ambitious and vain as he could be to
rise to hi her rank, and also to win the love
of Star yes, who had enough of the co-
quette in her nature to pretend not to care
for her lover, though he was her preference
above all her other suitors. ‘

r As he passed through the village with Ed-
die, securely bound, he went by the lodge of
the Medicine Chief, which, like the council
and ard tepees, and that of White Snake,
sto some distance a art from the others.
Here he saw Star cs, seated before her
agree upon a panther-s 'n and busy keeping
0
make.
" Whom has the Feather as prisoner ‘2" said
Star Eyes, for in the darkness she did not re-
cognize the boy upon the other side of the
younlg chief. '

" he Yellow Hair, and he has been caught
listening to the councils of the chiefs in the
Medicine Lodge.” ' '

Star Eyes Eprung to her feet in alarm,
while she crie :,

“ That means he must die by torture of
the worst kind!" .

" The Star Eyes has spoken,” was the an-
swer, with more admiration and thought of
the maiden than for the boy and his fate. '
» .“When?” she asked. '

“When the braves return from the war-
trail they start on at dawn.” . ' "

" You carry him to the Guard Lodae‘l"

that this is not the time to kill the boy of the "Yes." , - ‘
The maiden made no reply, but walked

and Flying Feather glanced .

the musketoes with a fan of her own i

ll-

Yellow Hair, this Boy Chief of the Pam ' f3

 

l along with Flying Feather and his prisoner

1 until the Guard Lodge was reached. '

l There was always kept there a warrior,
who acted as sentry, and under his charge
the boy was placed by the chief, with orders

to keep him there until the return from the 

war-trail.

Then the youn chief and the maiden

walked away toget r, leaving Eddie to'his _‘

own sad reflections, and
foot, lying upon a bear-robe. v

CHAPTER XIII.
A BLOW IN THE DARK.»

Fononrrme his dan ere; his sorrows  f 7 
“1.,

his sufferings, Eddie urgess had
sleep. when he was aroused suddenlyhy'a
hea fall. - ' " 7’ v‘
He half rose to his feet,“ turns the
thongs would rmit,‘ and saw laying ‘m
the opening 0 the tepee‘the dark form at i-
warrior. "
The next moment there glided into the
recognised.

guard the
bound him with wonderful exterihtiandj ‘e‘x-.
pedition, and then fastened across mouth.
as a gag, bands of stout buckskin. “
“Now comewiththeStar
not see the Yellow Hair die,” said the maid-
en, in a low, earnest tone, and, as she spoke
she severed the thongs from the feet ad'
hands of the risoner. rv " » ' r '
“ The Star yes has been

blow, and he is only stunned.

comes, the Runner will be well again, 
the Yellow Hair can be far away. , 
“The StarEyes has ready her own fleet

the wind back to his own
will die.

“ Now let him fit»), for the warriors: waited,
not for the dawn, ut have gone on the var-
..trail, and the village is quiet." A '  .
hsdstartedalreadonthetrail, “
Eddie to start; but 0 knew that when-ready ‘

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appointed time to depart, and so thought
nothing of it. , a v . 47; mg

That the Star '
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lodge one whom he quickly
It was Star Eyes. ‘ i  i <
Bendin over the prostrate Mannie, ‘ ‘
had been alf asleep standin on '

 

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to his; ta» 
trouble will come to her for t,” said Yellow 3 ;

am y . , 
“ No, the Runner saw not who dealtyithe  7‘ "
“When the sun risesand another "V‘

oni, waiting in the valley at the Blue A 
oc , and she bids the Yellow Hair fly like '
W-fwlmehe ~ 

The information that the handof worries! ‘

fora move the Indians seldom waited 

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be of, and knowing well that the maiden
had the fleetest and most long-endurin pony
in the village herd, he was but too g ad to
take her at her word, and ride the animal,
the possession of which had caused many a
brave to envy her.

“The Little Thunder waits for Yellow
Hair at the corral u the valle ; will the
StarnEyes seehim an > hid him arewell for

“The Star Eyes will do as the Yellow

r wishes," was the reply.

“Can the Yellow Hair do any favor for
the Star Eyes?" asked the boy.

“ The pale-face has spoken; for the Star
Eyes asks him, if ever the Flying Feather is
the captive of his ople, that he sets him
air is now bid go.

"The Yellow Hair will remember, and

‘ bids the Star Eyes -by,”

He held font; his Enid 1and the (insiden
grasped it warm , an t e 0y turns away,
slid taking up 3his weapons, which Star
Eles had brought him from his tepee, started
0 at a rapid run.

Hesoon reached the spot where the In-
dian girl had left her fleetest pony for him,
and mounting him in haste set oif in the
darkness, for the first time in his long cap-
tivitg'mwith real joy and ho in his heart.

'1‘ he must get ahe of the Sioux he
well knew, and he made a detour to avoid
them, for he had learned the country well,
and kept his pony at a cantor until long after
the risin of the sun, when he halted for rest
and f for the Star Eyes had not let him
come oi! without a of rovisions which
she had hungto his sa dle or him.

 

CHAPTER XIV.
m PURSUIT.

Trans was great excitement in the Sioux
,vilhge, the morning after the departure of
the warriors upon the war- th, when the
discovery was made that the arin pale-face
boy, who hsd,attempted to hear e council
of the 'chiefs, by invading the Medicine
Egg, escaped.
‘ Indians were in a fever heat an how,
\ at the demure of their best fightin graves
inpati- a gerons trail, and when unner,
the red-skin ard, was found bound and
gagged, and With a gash in his head from a
mnblw, they were almost wild.
nRunner ind immcovered his senses, but
hshad been too ly tied and gag ed to
oxen move orc out, and he seem most
ved from his unpleasant

His stor 'was soon told. v
z FYeatlwr had brought the boy cap-

t tive to the lod e, and left him on a bear robe
securely boun .

;' He had not felt it necessary to look at the
i thongs that held the boy, and had believed
[ him sleeping, when there came a sudden blow
? upon his head, and he knew no more until
' he returned to consciousness and found the
be gone, and himself in durance vile.

That Yellow Hair had freed himself of his
thongs and dealt the blow, no one, excepting
the Star Eyes and Little Thunder, doubted,
and that he had taken the swiftest horse in
the village herd, on which to make his es-
cape, proved that he meant not to be retaken
if he could prevent it.

At first it was decided to send a runner
after White Snake and make known the es-
cape of the pale-face boy; but this the Medi-
cine Chief would not permit, as he said the
warriors must have nothing on their minds
other than the work before them.

But the old chief ordered a score of youn
braves to mount the fleetest horses, and fog
low on the trail of the daring young fugi-
tive.

Claiming that Yellow Hair had taken her
horse, Star Eyesusaid she would also accom-
gany the pursuing party, at least for a short

istance, and she called upon Little Thunder
to mount his ony and go with her, to serve
as an escort, s ould she return alone.

The Medicine Chief, her father, demurred
at this, but the maiden was firm, and the
score of young bucks started off, with the
Indian girl and boy in their midst.

The trail of Star Eyes‘s pony was easily
followed, owing to a peculiarity of his hoofs,
which were exceedingly narrow, and at a gal-
lop the pursuers went on in chase, while,
twenty miles ahead, the fugitive was calm]
sleeping in a clump of cottonwoods, and h s
pony was regaling himself upon luxuriant
grass and resting himself at the same time.

Yellow Hair was certainly very much fa.
tigued, for he slept late into the afternoon,
and awoke with a start.

His pony had enjoyed his grassy feast to
his stomach's content, and was standing in
an attitude of deep attention and gazing out
upon the prairie. '

Instantly Eddie Burgess followed the di-
rection of the mustang‘s gaze, and a cry es-
caped his lips as he saw a number of horse-
men approaching the timber, and not~a quar-
ter of a mile distant.

From the position of the sun in the western
sky he knew that he had slept for hours,’ but
congratulated himself upon awakening in
time to escape his pursuers, for their actions
proved that /they were following upon his

trad.
Had he been in doubt. the warriors he

 

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recognized as Sioux from the village and he
also saw in their midst Star Eyes and Little
Thunder.

“ I know what the have come for.

“ It is to save me ' I am cau ht.

“But they’ll not catch me, reckon, for
my horse refresh as a daisy and theirs are

adsdnand show that they have pushed them
ar .

So saying, the boy saddled Birdfoot, as
Star Eyes had named her horse, seized his
rifle and traps, and, mounting, rode out of
the timber Just as the Sioux came in good
range.

There were several rifles and muskets
among the party, and, recognizing the boy,
they fired upon him, while they gave vent to
wild yells.

Finding that the bullets whistled unpleas-
antly near, Eddie gave Birdfoot the rein, and
away he went like an arrow across the prairie.

In vain did the Indians urge on their tired
horses, for Birdfoot was fresh, and had he
not been, there was no animal among those
on his trail that could equal him in speed and
endurance. '

The be well knew that the rifle he carried
would ki l at the distance he was from the
Sioux; but he cared not to fire upon those
among whom he had dwelt so long, and, be-
sides, he would not have riskeda shot for
fear of killing either Star Eyes or Little
Thunder.

Keeping out of range, Yellow Hair held on
his way until ni ht fell, and, when it was too
dark tobe seen, e turned square of! to the
left and waited upon the prairie until the
hoof-falls of the ponies told him they had
passed on. ,

Then he set of! in a gallop upon a. course
that he knew led him by the shortest route to
the Pawnee camp.

He had ridden only a few miles when he
suddenly dashed upon a camp on the prairie.

No camp-fires had been lighted, and men
and their well-trained horses were all lying
down together, hidden in the de grass.

His sudden coming hsd brou t scores of
braves and ponies to their feet, or they had
been watching his coming, and, as he wheeled

 

in flight, they started in pursuit.

As he looked back'he heard wild yells, and ,
saw hundreds instead of scores in hot chase,
and then he knew that he had run upon the
warriors of White Snake, and that his only i
hope lay. in the speed of the animal he rode, 
for upon that open prairie there was no
dodging. ‘ -

 

CHAPTER XV.
A twin: 'rrm DARK. -
Ir was a cruel si ht to see a thousand war.
riot-s, painted“! the hideomness of sav~ I

age hate, and thirsting for the life of one
poor boy. I

They knew not who he was, for little they
dreamed that Yellow Hair had escaped from
their faithful uard; but they deemed him a
foe, and song t to kill him ere he should
spread the alarm among the settlements that
a large force of Sioux were on the wanpath.’

0n flew Birdfoot, urged hard by his boy

rider, and hotly after came the long line of , - \

savage horsemen, and it ed but a quad
tion of endurance, for Ed 'e’s horse..tire‘d ~
by his long gallop, could not drop thoseani-
mals now on his track as readily as he had
the pursuing party that had come upon him
in the afternoon. V
Though weary, the boy felt that Birdf t
could hold on for several hours, and ‘
shouted with delight as a distant line of tim- -
ber broke the horizon, for once in the wood-
land, he felt sure of dropping his toes.
Nearer and nearer he came to the,
line, and his heart beat high with hope, for
White Snake had made his braves so well‘
pick their horses that the held their own
well with the famous Bird cot.

At last the woods were but half snails? I

away, and lancing backward, the he saw
that one 0? his pursuers had drop y 
others behind and was positively _,
upon him. . , _
The rider was on a snow-white animal,“ ’
the boy muttered: _ ' I, I V ’
“It is the White Snake upon his new
horse, which he captured in his last raid, . , .
“He alwa s said the horse could beat
Birdfoot, an he’s about right. - I 5
“0n, pony, or I‘ll lose my  at. and .
if I do, many more will go, for gear ini-
portant tidings.”

As though understanding the words  - fl

Birdfoot exerted himself’tremendously,~

for a moment seemed to hold his own ,

the white horse on his track; but the

did not last long, and seemed to first“
mustang the more, for not only did his
decrease and the white sin more , ,
but several others of the (I drew marsh: I ‘

It was a critical and fearful moment'xor .

the boy, for the woods were further-away

youthful rider, and sympathizing with E '_

, from him than were his foes. . _ ,

“ I could kill the Snake; but he was kind
to me and did save my life, and I won't,“ be _,
muttered. ' . _ it

“But I’ll drop the next man, though,’fhp ‘ ,
continued, and he brought his rifle round. i. “ ' >

But suddenly he peered more closely at ,
the one he intended to. tire upon, and said; 7

“ The Flying Feather rides a spotted”; A
tang, and I can see spots on that one, so 11 a

keep my word to Star Eyes and let himofl. , :_ -

“But the next must go."

 

 

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’renow Hair. the Boy Chief of the Pumas.

/

 

‘ Again he peered earnestly at the horse that
’was third in the race, and again he hesitated,
while he said:

" Big Thunder rides a cream-colored pony, I

arid that may be old Thunder, and I’ll let him
0

“ But here goes for number four, no mat-
ter who it is.” -
' 'As he s oke, his rifle flashed, and a wild
war-cry fo owed and he saw the fourth horse-
man from him fall heavily from his saddle.

A furious chorus of war-cries followed the
shot, and they caused Yellow Hair to lash
Birdfoot savage] ,- and, snorting with pain,
the animal boun ed on for a few paces with
renewed s ed.

But it d not last, and still his pursuers
gained rapidly.

' “ They won’t shoot me because they wish
to kill me b torture, and the think the ‘ve

me, an I don't know ut what ey
right,” he grim] added.

‘A few more boun s and the stag ring

, Birdfoot was in the shadow of the tim er.

But so were his pursuers, or at least half a

dozen of them, with hundreds more stretch-

g‘a mile back, and the white horse not a

' dozen'lengths behind him.

To dodge was'impossible, and all the boy
could do was to hold on his way.

But suddenly before him he heard a roar,
and there, almost beneath the feet of his
horse, was a deep abyss.

' He at a glance that he was on the
verge of a precipice, and that the river lay a
hundred feet” below, and he remembered
hearing the warriors tell of that very spot.

. He could rein Birdfoot back and save him-
self the fearful leap; but he knew that death
would soon follow.

No, it was certain death to be taken, and it

seemed as sure death to go over that dizzy

t.
 times of mortal ril we think with
lightning ragidity, an at once did Eddie
Bur deci e upon his course.
a would take the leap.
I 'Did his horse falter, he would spring from
him and take the leap alone.

But the animal was blind'with fatigue, and
oniyrushed onward. urged b the lash, and
even his instinct so benumbe that he failed
torecognize the danger-ahead.

‘ The next instant, in grim silence, Yellow
Hair saw the precipice eneath the forefeet
of his horse, and then the animal bounded
forth into the air, seemed to be poised for a
moment, and then went downward with fear-

‘ rful- velocity, while a wild, terrified shriek

bursttromthedeomedhorse.

 

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CHAPTER XVI.
name usn or .9. non.

EVEN in the mortal peril of his descent
the brave boy had glanced over his shoulder
to see if Wh te Snake and his warriors, un-
mindful of danger, took the fearful leap in
the dark over the precipice.

But the hasty glance showed him that they
had drawn suddenly up, and he knew that
he went alone into the dark depths below
him, and which perhaps might be the depths
of death.

In fact, he had no hope that it would prove
otherwise. - .

Bracing himself as well as he could, he
clung to his horse, and thou h the animal
turned twice over, he never 1e t his seat.

Then, feet first, Birdfoot went downward,
cleaving the air like an arrow, and, with a
report that echoed like the explosion of a
cannon, struck the water and sunk beneath
the flood.

In the shock that followed the boy lost
hold of his trusty rifle, and the waters tore
from him his bow and quiver of arrows. -

But he felt that he was safe, that he was
not hurt, and yet knew that Birdfoot had
been killed, for not a struggle did the noble
animal make in the waters.

Risin to the surface, Eddie struck out for
the bdi opposite to the precipice, and soon

e t.

Seating himself, he began to nder over
his miraculous escape, and won er what was
best for him to do, when the voices of the
Sioux on the chi! told him that they believed
him dead, and hence felt no further anxiety
on his account.

Listening to their conversation, he dis
covered .that they intended to go into camp
in the timber, and distinctly heudthite
Snake's deep tones give the orderto stake
the ponies out upon the prairie, and set half
a dozen s over them.

“Aha only half a dozen guards over a
thousand oniesi ' .

“Well, ess there’s no need of my 0-
ing on foot t e rest of the way to the sett e-
ments," muttered the boy, triumphantly, and
at once he entered the stream again and
swam for the other shore.

It was difficult to find a landing, as the
rocks were like walls, but after going down-

stream for some distance he ‘nedafooting,
and as cautiously as he coul clambered up
the steep bank. 7

At last he reached the woodland above,
and knew that the Indian camp was near,
though all was as silent as the grave, and,
not ' toattractattentiomtheyhadnot
built a single fire.

' The last stmggler had come in. it penned.

« -’vr “

\ obiect near him.

Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief of the’ POW 17

 

and Yellow Hair at once set about the duty
before him.

Making a detour on the prairie, he soon
came in sight of the numerous ponies resting
and feeding after their run.

To approach the herd and not be seen by
the watchful sentinels, he knew was next to
impossible, should he go in an upright posi-
tion. '

But throwing himself upon his face, he be-
gan to cree throu h the tall grass.

As noise essly a most as a snake he con-
tinued his way, until suddenly he saw a dark

t was a pony feeding. and he knew he
was within the line of sentinels, and in the
midst of the herd.

Cree ing still further, he suddenly stood
up, an saw around him numerous ponies,
who a ed him curiously as he went near ‘
them, ut showed no dread of him. f

From one part of the herd to the other he 1‘
went boldly, for he did not anticipate being
seen there by the sentinels, and every horse
was critically examined.

V It was evident that he was searching for
some particular animal, for whenever he saw
a white horse, up to him he went and scruti-
nized him cl sely.

“ This is F] 'ng Feather’s horse, and he’ll
do, if I can’t nd the Snake’s,” he muttered,
which told the secret of his careful search.

At last, near the edge of the timber, he
came upon the coveted steed, and examined
him most closely, to see that there could be
no doubt.

No. there was none, for at the iariat pin
lg 1the saddle and bridle of the renegade

e . I
Quickly saddiin the animal, he pulled u
the pin and move slowly through the her
toward the outer edge.

Arriving near where he thou ht a sentinel 1
must be, the cunning boy di not boldly‘
push out upon the prairie, but staking out
the white once more, he pulled up a ariat 1
pit: of a pen near by, and drove him toward
the open pr e.

Almost instantly he was headed 03 by a

ard, who arose from the grass, and catch-
mg him, again drove the lariat stake into the
ground. -

Going some distance u the line, he again
turned a pony loose, an this one was also
driven back by the d.

Then he knew j the distance a the
sentinels were, and he went back an led the
white to a spot half-way between them.

L in ,down once more in the as, he
gradua y edged out of the line, 1 1:5 the
white steed, who leisurely browsed orig;
andatlastfelt that he had passed throug
Without attractingthe attention of the Indian

 

 

 

guards, who were fully a hundred yards
rom him.

But he did not urge the horse on until he-
could himself no longer discern any of the
herd, and then he threw himself into thelsad-
dle, and could hardly suppress a cry of joy.

But though he had escaped, and had a
good horse under him, he knew that he had
a lon ride before him, and that he was un-
arm , exce ting his knife, higifiistol having
been lost in 's leap over the c . ‘

But Eddie Burgess was no boy to despair,
and with a bold heart he turned the head of

4 his horse toward the settlements.

 

CHAPTER XVII.
momma urn.

DETERMINED to lose no time in his

ose to warn the Pawnee village of ‘ sir

anger, and through their runners to spread
the news throu h the settlements and' arts
Eddie Burgess apt the noble white animal
he bestrode at a stead and ra id '

His life among the ndians
well how to shape his course by the stars,
and he held steadily for the eastward with
perfect confidence that he was right. _

His horse, although he had been pushed
hard by White Snake in the chase after;
Birdfoot, did not seem to show iafigaauand'
little cared for the weight uponhis backin ‘ v
gmgfirigon with the two hundred pounds of ‘

'e 1e .

“TheSnakewasrlhtinsa' mm 5 
.3 ms

the fastest animal on the ," said
Eddie, more and more pl with the cape
ture he hadsodarin 1y made. 
,“I can stand the nger if the white will
only stand the journ , and he can have ,

plenty to‘ eat and dri ' ” the young rider ' »

said, as was his went, talking aloud to him-

self. ~ e
And it certainly looked asthou the white
horse would stand the ride we , f0! when

the sun rose, and he had been for five hours- , l  H

on the way without a halt, he still kept up
his seemingly untiring lope, that ‘thaaw M v

hind him seven miles to the hour as regularly '  r

as clock-work. > - ~ ~
Shortly after sunrise Yellow Hair halted

in some timber, where was a cool stream and

plenty of grass, both of which White Snake, -

as the boy named the horméaeatl  ' I

and only one of which he co

He viewed the animal almost e'nviouslyaa; : h L

he saw him creppin the juic grass, for he
had not eaten anythfng since t e mornin be-
fore, excepting a piece of rked [minke
meat he had munched in his ght. ‘ ,
Remembering his long sleep of the pre~ _

vious day. which hadso nearl cost him his
life, he would not permit meal! to‘ take
even a nap, and walked about vigorously to

 

 

18

Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief of the Pawn”;

 
 

 

keep awake while waiting for his horse to
eat and rest.

After two hours’ stop he mounted and once
more pressed on in the same steady lope as
before, and did not again halt until afternoon,
when again he gave the faithful animal a
rest.

At sunset, seeing no signs of pursuers
across the prairie, he once more drew rein in
a small motte, and as he saw the enjoyment
with which the animal partook of his food,
and felt the nawings of intense hunger in
his stomach, e said, earnestly:

“ I do wish I was a horse, or at least could
eat grass."

But he was not a horse, and could not eat
grass, and was obliged to suffer on, while,
not daring to give way to the drowsiness that
possessed him, he agam rode on.

, And all through the long night he pressed
on, and at a that he knew must has
him well in vance of the White Snake an
his band, and bring him the next morning in
the neighborhood of the Pawnee camp, from
what he knew of its locality through the talk-
in of the Sioux.

at then, to his dismay, he be an to at
last see si us of failing in is noble orse.

He slac ened his paces. little and it seemed

to hel the animal, and mile after mile was
again sit behind.
, But it was evident that the horse was very
weary, and when, at dawn, a piece of timber
was reached, through which lided a cool,
crystal stream, its banks hi den beneath
- luxuriant grass, the horse bowed his tired
head and neither ate nor drank, Yellow Hair
became indeed alarmed for him.

Forgetting his own pangs of hun er, he
dismounted, stripped oi! the sadd e, and
with bunches of ass oomed the animal
,for an hour, and t en le him to the stream.

Instantly he thrust his nostrils deep into
the cool waters and tooka generous draught,
yet he seemed too tired yet to feed, and lay

own to rest his worn-out limbs.

Yellow Hair watched him anxiously, and
then, to keep himself awake, he took a bath,
and while sitting down, utting on his moc-
casins, for he was rig e out in full Indian

gery, he fell fast as eep.

Awaking with a start he was. on his feet in

an instant, and for a moment seemed bewil-
' dared, for it was hard for him to collect his
, worn-out, scattered senses; but catching sight
of his horse near, no. longer lying down, but
' quietly feeding, he recal ed all, and though

unrefreshed by his nap, and sufieringfreatly,
determined to press on once more, or time
. was most precious to him be well knew.

guill‘he 'faithful horse seemed to appreciate

if the boy’s situation. and willingly sub-

 

mitted to being saddled. and again set out '
with some show of his former st 1e. .

But he had gone too far, and een driven
too hard to keep it up for a great length of
time, and within an hour was again shuflling
along with head lowered.

But Yellow Hair felt that he could no
longer spare him, and kept him ur ed to his
utmost, until he left the prairie an entered
upon rolling woodland.

He knew that the Pawnee camp could not
be many miles away, and longed to meet
some scout or hunter; but in vain he looked
and hoped, for not a human being was in

si ht.

fiver awhile the change from a level to hills
seemed to cause the horse to rally, as other
muscles besides those so long and steadily
used were brought into pla‘ ; but it was a '
spurt that soon gave out, an at last the ut-
terly worn—down animal could go no further,
and came to a halt. .

“Well, good horse, you have done our
best, and don’t believe another coul do
what you have, so I’ll not force ion further.”
and, so saying, Yellow Hair too 01! the sad-
dle and bridle, and ban ing them on a limb
of a tree nearby, patte the animal aflection-
ately, and, at a swinging Indian trot, struck
off on foot, not et conquered by the adverse
circumstances t t beset his path.

CHAPTER XVIII.
AN UNLOCKED-FOR non.

HARDL)? had Yellow Hair- ne fifty yards
from his horse, who was 10 ing after him
wistfully, as though sorrowful at being dc-
serted as soon as he could do no more, when
he came to a sudden sto .

And no wonder, for right in his pathway
he saw something he had little dreamed of
seeing, and enough to strike terror to the
heart of any man.

It was not one of White Snake‘s band that
had headed him 03, nor one of the score of
warriors, that had been ginning him.

Nor was it a human ing. .

On the contrary, it was a wild beast, and
one which the boy well knew to be one of
the most dangerous animals to be met with
in the hills and mountains of the West.

It was a panther, with the glare of deviltry
in his eyes, as he crouched in the path of the
brave youth, and not ten paces from him.

It was an unexpected foe, and one to be
shunned unless most thoroughly armed, and
confident in one’s own powers to meet and
subdue an danger. , M

But Ed is Burgess, as I have said, was
armed only with his long knife, and he was a
boy about to face what few men dare meet
in deadly combat.

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Yellow Hair, the hey Chief of the Pam.

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The panther crouched low, as thou h pre-
paring for the fatal leap, and dragge him-
self inch by inch nearer his enemy, while he
lashed his tail nervously.

The boy knew that he dare not attempt to
aetfieat, for that would at once bring on the

g t.

Yet he dared not meet the panther could it
be avoided.

Calmly, even in the face of such danger,
he ripped up his outer shirt of buck-skin, and
wrapped it securely around his left arm.

Then he tightened his belt, and, with his
knife held in an iron gripe, marched boldly
upon the savage beast.

If the struggle must come he would force
the fighting and bring it on at once, ending
the battle as best he could.

The panther, somewhat awed at the bold
approach of the youth, gave‘ ground, but re-
treated backward, and still the more ner-
vousl switched his tail.

Ye low Hair kept his eyes upon those of
the beast, and seeing him show signs of
weakening advanced still more rapidly.

But the panther had evidently met human
foes before, and finding that the shot he ex-
pected evidentl , did not come, be halted,
and though Yel ow Hair advanced steadily
refused to retreat further.

Most anxious to avoid, if in his power, the
unequal combat, Eddie Burgess tried the ef-
fect of a backward movement himself.

It seemed just what the beast wanted, for
with a savage whine, he trotted quickly to-
ward the youth, but halted when his enemy
again advanced.

Yet, advance as he might, the boy could
drive him no further, and with the same
reckless feeling that had urged him in every
desperate danger of his life before, the dar-
ing boy at bay determined to at once solve
the doubt of who was to be the master, the
human or the brute.

With a ringing yell he 5 run toward the
panther, which jum ed lig tly kward for
a couple of boun s, then halted, crouched
and gave the leap he had so long meditatcd.

Quick as a flash Eddie sprung aside, and
the panther missed his game and fell heavily,
and deep into his back went the keen blade,
driven with a hand that meant'to kill.

It hit hard, but it did not kill, and with a
terrific shriek of commingled rage and pain
the brute turned upon his foe.

Instantl his jaws closed upon the buck-
skin bund ed arm, while another blow of the
knife entered his neck and caused him to re-
lease his hold of the arm and spring at the
throat of his enemy. '

But the. boy was like lightning in his
movements, perfectl . calm and.qu of nerve,
and again the -shiel ed arm was caught in'

 

the glittering teeth, which this time pierced
through to the bone.
But, without a wince at the pain, the

brave outh again thrust his knife into the ,

red hi e, and the blood spurted in torrents
from the wound.

But the cruel claws also tore gashes in the
breast and legs of the boy, and he felt that
the fight was indeed one to the death.

But he would not so die, and his nerve
not leavin him, he too one savage bite, to
get a g thrust at the side of the brute,
and that thrust went home, for the blade cut
into the heart of the panther.

Down he dropped, dragging the boy after
him; but the jaws at once relaxed their gripe,
and the human had triumphed over the

rate.

Springing to his feet, Eddie Burgess felt
the necessity of instantly doing something-to
save his life, for he was bleeding freely from
a dozen gaahes and bites. *

His horse he saw had not moved even dug,—

ing the struggle, and he knew that help there . l

was useless. ,
Running to the stream near by, he bathed
and boun up his wounds as well as he
could, to stanch the flow of blood, and with
a glance at the dead brute, a sin set forth in
a trot to endeavor to reach 6 Pawnee‘ vil.
lsge before he fainted from Weakness. '
,On, on he went, almost blind with the ex-
ertions he made to keep u , and the loss of
blood; but still determin , and at last, just
as he felt that he could go no further be
reached the top of a hill, and in the valley
below beheld hundreds of tepees spread out
before his eyes. ' .

CHAPTER XIX.
'rnn WARNING.

Wrrn the proverbial laziness of Indians,
when not on the war-path, or hunting, the
Pawnees were taking it yery coolly in their
village, and little dreaming of danger.

The squaws were busy asgossiping, for 
,dian women even are go ,chil-u

ps, and the

dren were working harder in playipg games,"
than they ever would to earn a 1 while
the warriors lollcd about in the a, some

aslee , others smoking, m‘an gambling, for
invetgrate gamblers are red-$1“, and a few
rubbing up their weapons.
No guards were kept over
the Pawnees were at
faces, and they little
either Cheyenne or Sioux, their natural

the vim-tor

forts.
The Indian children were the first tomab
the discovery that a strange looking hour;
was comind into the village.

Dismayca

‘peace with .the .pale- '
readed danger rom' .
foes, ._
so near the white settlements and the big

at his appearance. for he: was

 

 and he

20
covered with blood from head to foot, and
his clothes were in tatters, they fled, and this
caused the squaws to discover the cause.

Instantly their wild chattering made the
warriors understand that something of an
unusual nature was oing on, and waking up
and arousing themse ves from their smoking
and gambling, they saw a mere boy coming
toward the tepees at a staggering trot.

He were no head—dress, was a pale—face,
though tanned to the hue of an indian al-
most; had long golden hair, unkempt and

' tangled, and his face was scarred and bleed-
ing, his breast severely torn, his leggins in
tatters, and his left arm .hanging limp at his
side and severely mangled, it seemed.

“ Is this White Eagle’s village of Paw-
uses?”

The uestion came hastil from the lips of
Eddie urgess, and was ad ressed to half a

warriors whom he confronted.

“ The pale-face boy speaks straight," said
an old chief, and then he added:

"The White Eagle is'here." I

“Then call your warriors to defend their
village, and send runners to the paleface
forts and settlements, for White Snake, and,
ohi' so many of his Sioux braves are coming
on thetrail-to attack you.”

The words fell like a thunderbolt upon the
Indians, and a hundred questions were put
in a breath.

But they fell upon ears that heard not, for
rthe brave ho had at last succumbed to th

odds 'nst im, and fainted. '
But e had ven the warning, and White
Eagle, the he chief, was no man to slight

it, even from the lips of a pale-face boy.

CHAPTER XX.
run anusn. ,
Tn Indians certainly are naturally good
' and medicine-men, for there are
few/wounds the cannot heal, unless fatal,
and their know edge of curative herbs is
. something wonderful.

They soon discovered that the wounds re-
eeivedhy Eddie Burgess were from the teeth
and claws of a wild beast, and not, as they
had first behaved, from an encounter with a
human being.“ ‘

Instantly ite Eagle sent the youth in
the care 0 his head medicine-man, who was
most a ropriately known as Pain Killer,

seed the wounds with a ‘skill that
would have been an instructive lesson to a
,‘hospitai surgeon, and soon restored his pa-
tientto consciousness.

 

' The d face and deep-sunken es of
tho . told the skilled man of be
that. was something else than the.

wounds the matter with his patient, and’a
question or two seen not at the truth that

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Yellow  the Boy Chief of the Pawneel.

    

the youth was nearly starved and half dead
for want of sleep.

At once he had a nutritious dish, orrather
gourd, of Indian meal pre ared, and gave it
to the boy, who ate it gx-eecii] , and then told
his story to the Medicine C 'ef and White
Eagle, who had been sent for.

“ I have sent my young men to the forts
and settlements, to give the warning you
have given me, and my warriors are all read;
for the battle, and the squaws and children
in safety,” said White Eagle.

“What number of warriors have you?”
asked Eddie Burgess.

” Four hundred.”

“ They will be swept away if they meet
the Sioux on the open plain here," was the
cool remark of the boy, and seeing the as-
tonishment of the two chiefs, he continued:

“ The White Snake is a white renegade
chief, and knows well how to fight his
braves. ~

"Besides, he has a thousand picked war-
riors and ponies with him."

“ And how far awa is the White Snake
now?” anxiously aske White Eagle.

Yellow Hair told him where he had left
the Sioux, and at what hour, and the Paw-
nees gave a sigh of relief, for they knew
that, though the boy had made marvelous
time, it would yet be hours, perhaps not un-
til the following day, before the Sioux could
possiblyvarrive. '

But hite Eagle was most nervous for he
knew well that few soldiers were at the forts,
and many of the settlers had one down into
Kansas for cattle to replace t ose iostin for-
mer raids of the ioux. ‘

All told they could not, Pawnees and pale-
faces, brin as large a force into the fight as
could the bite Snake, and he frankly told
the boy so.

“Then use strategy, and meet them on
safer terms,” said the precocious youth.

" How?” .

It was an exclamation and question both,
and Eddie Burgess answered it with:

“Back in the hills, before I met the pan-
ther, I passed throu h a canyon where the
Pawnees can ambus the Sioux, and that

will make you equal.”
eat chief, but he was

 

White E 1e was a
willing to earn w' om even from a ho .
and he jumped at the idea, and when Ed e
Burgess boldly said he would go With them
and join in the fight, he called his warriors
around him and explained the plan of battle
and half an hour after the four hundred
Pawnee braves were on the way to the place
of ambush. ‘

Though strengthened by the food he had
eaten, and with his' wounds well dressed,
Eddie Burgess suflered greatly; but he bore

  
  

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it with a grin, and mounted on a mustang,
rode side 0 side with the head chief.

After a rlde of two leagues the came to
the scene of the panther fight, an the war-
riors d upon the boy with renewed ad-
;niration when they looked upon the dead

rute. -

As nervy as his boy rider, the white horse
had also rallied, and was feeding quietly
when they rode u , and knowin the value
of the animal, Eddlie at once seiz upon him
again.

Half a mile further on the came to the
canyon of which Yellow Hair ad spoken as
the place for an ambush, and White Eagle at
once saw its strong points, and soon had his
braves in their proper places, ready for the

coming fray, for he knew that the Sioux f

could not approach the Pawnee village ex-
cept-through that pass, unless they made a
circuit of many miles around, and first struck
the settlements, which the youth insisted he
was certain White Snake would not do.

As soon as he had taken u his situation,
which was next to the chie , Yellow Hair
laid down upon a blanket spread for him by
White Eagle, and at once sunk into a deep
s eep. ‘

And while he slept the day passed, the sun
set, and yet no sign was visible of the com-
ing Sioux. ‘

hen darkness came on, and trusty scouts
were sent ofi on the rairis to see if any
tidings could he gains of their foes.

Slowl the hours passed, and, utterly pros-
trated, ddie Burgess slept on and midnight
came.

One, two, three hours more went by, and
then several dark forms were visible coming
at a rapid pace.

They were the scouts returning, and their
report confirmed the warning brought by the
pale-face boy, for they said the whole prairie
seemed covered with mounted Sioux.

Instantly all the Pawnces were on the alert,
Eddie Bur ess was aroused, and then all
Watched an waited.

They had not long to wait, for soon a dark,
compact mass apg
seen that White nake had gathered in his
stragglers, and all came in solid column to
dash upon the Pawnee village, which they
little knew wereanxiously expecting them.

Nearer and nearer came the Sioux, riding
ten abreast, and with White Snake, Bi
Thunder and Flying Feather in advance, an
Yellow, Hair whispered to White Eagle:

“ Let those in advance pass through the
ambush before on ve the signal.”

The old chie nod ed assent, and the three
Sioux leaders had gotten entirely through‘the
can on, when, above the tramp of many
h avarose one long, loud warcry. and in
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eared in sight, and it was'

echoes were drowned in the rattle of many

rifles, while hundreds of deadly arrows were

1 poured upon the crowded mass of horseman ‘

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1 CHAPTER XXI.

run nor cums.

E WHITE SNAKE was not a second in dis-
covering that he had been can ht in his own.
trap, and that it was a case 0 the intended V
biter bein bitten. ('

‘ The we 1 delivered volley of the Pawnee; .

led him to believe that these were whih 

troops ambushin'g him, and as to the force ‘
that op osed him, he had no means of jtgg 
ing, an , unable to return blow forblow, .- '
was no time to find out. ‘

How his intended raid had been discova ' ~
.1 was like a miracle to him. for he had W'
: on as rapidly as horseflesh and human endur

 

ance could bring him. ,

But certain it was he had been expected,
l and the welcome he received, caused many a

Sioux and any to go down in the dust. ‘ f

His quic eye, however, noted that than V -
were some two hundred warriors near him ‘
that he could call on, and then came the ,
death-heap, next a huddled mass of horses
and riders, not knowing which way to _ x * '
and further on some who had not en ‘

the ambush. " r ‘ ’
To cut his we back was impossible over '
that hea of d beasts and men, and to run

the gant st of the gelling fire from the sides. * V‘

to certain death. , I ,
He therefore determined upon onething,
and that was to rally around him every war.
rior he could and ush on to the Pawnee vilv
lagc, do there his eadl work, and mounted
111 )u what fresh anima s they could pickup . -.
toswoop down upon the settlements liken ”
whirlwind, and at least gain the joy of re- ,
ven , if he did fail in the expedition. . j ,

s ringing war—cry at once brought every ' g
warrior near him to his side, and awe. ,the '
darin renegade chief dashed, with £13
three undred braves at his back, ahdsu
him in the command of them. , -

With horror the Pawnees saw the moveof ,
the renegade chief, and surmised his inten- ,»
tion with true Indian cunningpbut' what)
could they do to prevent it, for,>did‘theyv“

her than their own left to oppose them.  i ,
Having fallen back out 0

stand kept

Pawnees’at bay asitm 4 : , 7, I,
Butuunable instead the a yet 
thou t that hisvillage.. _“ho~givoilto“
the» mes. his women-3nd chfldreni‘marg

 

 

and tops of the canyon would be but to rush I ’ ’

men as Big Thunder and Flying Feather to  

 

leave their ambush, there was a larger num- . 

the ambush the: * "
Sioux showed no desire to retreat further, "‘
r and thus their determined

  

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as Yellow Hair. the Boy Chief of the Paine...

 

dered and scalped, White Eagle determined White Snake, in whose presence they seemed
to at once press on in chase of those who had to feel was their safety.
gone to strike the deadly blow. But the leaders who were left over them,

Already was the command upon his lips i saw the madness of this move, and they could
to follow him, when he was checked by Yel- x but stand and talk, while their tired onies
low Hair, who cried quickly: 1‘ got the rest and food they so much nee ed.

“ If you retreat with your warriors from } But, worst of all, as soon as the day grew
your position here, you leave the ass un—  bright, the infuriated Sioux were forced to
guarded. and the Sioux yonder wil pursue ‘ stand and see the Pawnees descend by scores
you, and you will be between two fires. 5 from the sides of the can on, and begin the.

“ The pale-face is a pappoose warrior, and i to them, pleasing duty 0 scalping their dead
his words are wisdom; but what is the White , and wounded foes, at the same time bestOw-
Eagle to do?” ‘ ing upon the latter all kinds of torture which

“ Let the White Eagle give quiet orders to i Indian cruelty could dictate. -
half of his braves here to silently retreat to I To drive them from their red work, the
their ponies, and pursue the Sioux, while the ! Sioux quickly mounted their ponies, and
remainder stay here to defend this pass, and i came forward at a gallop, as though intend-
ke'tip back those foes onder.” ing to break through the canyon, or to attack

he hand of the hits Eagle fell heavily the stronghold.
upon the shoulder of the lad, who winced But afew jumps carried the gloating “Paw-
,under the pain the stroke caused to shoot nees back to their retreats, and with savage
through every wound, while he fairly hissed yells the Sioux swooped round and retreated
forth: to the prairie once more, while the red work

“ The pale—face bo shall be a Pawnee again was renewed in the canyon.
chief in m tribe, for is words are wise, and Thus several hours passed awa , and anx-
his, heart is as brave as any warrior among iously had the Pawnees listene to the hot
my grple. I fighting being we d in the direction of their

“ t him remain here, and my warriors v1 lage, and won ered what the end would
shall obe him as their chief, and the White be.
Eagle wx ride on with half of his braves on Toward noon an Indian courier arrived
the trail of the Sioux‘ who go to burn my with news for Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief,
villa .” and he came from White Ea 1e.

die Burgess was positively astounded at He had a sad story to te l of the fury of
the-honor an importance thrust so suddenly White Snake against the village, the massa-
‘upon his young shoulders; but he rallied era of many squaws and children, the burn—
from his surprise, and at once set to work ing of tepees, and then the fierce fight that
planning to defeat the cunning of the Sioux followed when White Eagle and his braves
who had retreated to a distance, and were came up.
evidentlv plotting mischief and revenge. They had forced the retreat of the Sioux.
__ it was true, but not until the saddest of red
scenes had been left behind them, and the
CHAPTER XXII. Pawnees, from the true aim of their foes,
THE RED TRAIL OF THE SERPENT. were so crippled by the loss of their ponies,
11: was groth light rapidly, when the the had not force enough to pursue and
White Eng 0 and is two hundred braves de- see revenge.
parted, and the Boy Chief, whose authority The White Eagle begged the Boy Chief, if
new not one of the remaining warriors dis- he thought proper, to send him on the ponies
pitted. determined to make as great a show of the warriors under his command, and as
of force as possible, so dispatched small many braves as he dared spare him.
bands on either side of the canyon, to show Instantly Yellow Hair ordered fifty war-
themselves upon the hills, that the Sioux out riors to go to the aid of White Eagle, and to
on the prairie might think they had a large car with them any pony capable of doing
number to attack: go work in chasin the retreating Sioux.

It was evident that those who had retreated The red-skins on t e prairie also heard the
out of the ambush, were considerably non- firing at the Pawnee Village, and grew most
plused by their defeat, and were alarmed for nervous, for they knew their desperate chief,
the safety of the White Snake, and their com- White Snake, was having it hot and fierce,
rades whom they had seen follow him at his and they were unable to go to his aid.
rin ng call. V \ But when the firing got further and fur-

ad the can on‘ not been blocked up with V ther away, and it was eVident that their com-
half a hundred horses and three-score dead. g rades were retreating, perhaps flying in hot
with man ,wonnded, they would boldly have= haste before vastly inferior numbers, they
.attemn to charge through, and rejom the ' suddenly mounted their ponies. and just as

 

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darkness came on moved slowly toward the
canyon as though to make a last, desperate
attack. '

But in vain the Pawnees waited, peering
through the darkness, as the time passe
away and no attack was begun, until, to re-
lieve the suspense, Yellow Hair sent out sev-
eral good scouts, and before long triumphant
war-cries were heard out on the prairies.

They came, too, from the throats of Paw-
nee warriors, and before long it was known
that the Sioux had retreated, and were then
far away across the rairie.

After a long nig t of waiting, the dawn
again broke, and a shout of triumph arose
from every Pawnee brave who gazed out
upon the prairie, for nowhere was there visi-
b e a Sioux, other than the dead in the can-
yo

11.

But mingling with the triumphant war-
cries, soon after came the wailing of sorrow,
for upon returning to the valley where had
been their fine village, they found only ashes

' and the dead carcasses of braves, women,
children, ponies and dogs, for the Sioux had
shown no mercy to mankind or beast.

Huddled together on the hillside, buryin
their scalpless dead, were the women an
children who had escaped the massacre, while
White Ea lc and his gallant warriors were
far away, ollowing close on the trail of their
enemies, who, with the venom of hatred, had
swooped down upon the settlement, spread-
in death and desolation in their trail.

1: was bad enough, all knew, from the ori-
est warrior down to the pappoose; but that it
would have been far worse, and none left to
tell the tale, had it not been for Yellow Hair,
all fully realized, and with almost awe and
marked respect the red-skins gazed upon
their Boy Chief, and not one was there who
raised a dissenting voice to the honor con-
ferred upon a pale-face boy, for they deemed
that he had well won his rank, and he had
shown himself in every way fitted to com-
mand.

Two da s passed away, and rallying from
their grie , the Pawnces were putting up new
lod es and rebuilding their village, when
baci upon the desolate scene, wear , haggard
and stem-faced, came White Eag e an the
remnant of his hand.

But over the and faces suddenly gleamed
malignant joy, for in the midst of the Paw-
nee braves were a score of captive Sioux, the
two most prominent being Big Thunder and
F1 fng Feather.

glut White Snake, with his usual luck, had
led his warriors on their red trail and escaped
in safety, and none dare follow him to his
mountain fastnesses.

 

CHAPTER XXIII.
'rrrr: OAPTIVE cnrnrs.

Tnoucn not of a serious ' nature, the
wounds of Yellow Hair were very painful,
and he was glad enough to get rest in a new-
ly-erected te cc, and be under the e al
care of the edicine Chief of the village.

His years of captivit among the Sioux
had made him as much ndian as pale-face,
and he spoke the Pawnee‘tongue we lenohgh
when a little boy to pick it up after a few
da s’ practice.

is life among the Sioux White Eagle had
made known to his braves, and it at once
was spread over the village with the same
celerity that a piece of news of an interesting
kind will travel in a civilized community,
for many of the habits of barbarism are
stran ely alike to those of civilization.

If ellow Hair had wanted a hunting-
shirt and pair of leggings
the Pawnee village, he did not have that new
long, for all the maidens of the tribe vied
with each other in making for him all kinds

of apparel from the finest dressed skins, and '

the young braves erected for their Boy Chief
a tepee that even surp that of White
Ea e himself. v .

he Pawnees were not a people tobe crush-

ed by misfortunes, and their village rapidly

grew in size and beauty under industrious
hands, while their grief for their dead was

mitigated in a great measure b the consola-. a 5.»
tion of anticipated revenge, w ch to them. — ‘

was a ruling passion.

They had taken many scalps, and they had
a score of closely-guarded Sioux captives,
among whom were two great chiefs, whom

when he' came to'

they were keegieng for a state occasion, when '

they were to
the most fearful kind, and which the tor-
turers of the tribe were daily studyin up to
make more terrible than even Indian evil
and refinement of cruelty had ever concoc
before. '.
The occasion of state was to be when the
village was wholly rebuilt, and there was to
be held a triumphant scalp-dance, which was

to be followed by the exercises in which the I  h ‘

Sioux prisoners were to be the unfort
participants. ‘

Of two of those prisoners the Boy Chief
often thou ht, and he conned over and over

in his min as to what course he would put»

sue in regard to them. .
For the others he did not care, ‘but for Big

Thunder and Flying Feather he \did care.
Not but that he knew they both richly

deserved death, but he had taken agent '_ '
ct .

fancy to the stern-faced old chief after

fort to set him free, and he» had‘ ven his
ledge to Star Eyes that her lover ‘ ould not
'e, if in his power to save him. ‘

put to death by tortured " " ,'

 

as a Yellow Hair, the Boy cue: e: the Pawnee.

    

 

But how to save them was the question.

As soon as he felt himself again, the Boy
Chief dressed in his finest toggery and sallied
forth to visit the prisoners.
’ He found the rank of the two chiefs recog-
nized even by their foes, for they were con-
fined in a tepee together, while their braves
were kept in a log pen not far distant, and
securely bound as well as imprisoned.

During their intimacy with the whites the -

Pawnees had learned some of their methods
of acting toward prisoners, and some of the
light-fingered braves, having stolen several
pairs of handcuffs, these had been devoted
to the use of Big Thunder and Flying Feath-
er. where common rawhide thongs served
for the Sioux warriors.

Ascertaining from the two weeks guarding
the tepee of the chiefs, that they could not
speak or understand a word of Sioux,-to
save their scalps. the Boy Chief suddenly
astounded the prisoners 'by appearing before
them with the single ejaculakon:

" How?” .

"How?" uttered both Big Thunder and
Flyin Feather in chorus, and net how it
was t they saw him before t em, when
they believed him far away in their village,
was what they wished to know.

Yellow Hair smiled blandly upon them,
and said in Sioux:

'to‘c‘uThe White Snake left his two best chiefs
e.”
. " The White Snake fought like the Bad

8 hit, but he could not save us,” said Big

under, and thou h he was consumed wit
curiosityhhe woul not ask what Yellow
Hair was doing in the Pawnee camp, and
dressed as ay as an Indian dand . '

“ Well, e White Snake has ed back to
his village, and the wailing of his children
and tears of squaws will welcome him, for
lie left many bravesuizlahind him,” satild Eddie

ur , unconscio assuming e om-
pousgelsx'ianner of speaking almost habitual
with the Sioux.

“ The Sioux we know what it is to
wee , and the roux children to wail for
flu brlavesfiz'ho die 133 bafttltfi, and, 8(1) to thg
' p y mi un o e peope,”sai
Fl B1 Feathgrgzlmly? ,

" e what says the Big Thunder and
Flyinfi)‘a eather, when i tell them that they
are to tortured to death?

. ,"ngl they be as brave then as when in
e 7

"The Flying Feather thought the Yellow
Hair was a pale-face, but he finds him a
Pawnee," contemptuousiy said the young

chief.
“ Yes; the Yellow Hair is a Pawnee chief,
fatheitwsswhowsr‘ned thevillase of the

comin of the White Snake, and sent word
to the orts and settlement. -

“Oh! the Yellow Hair has not forgotten
the cruelties of the Sioux, though he lived
long among them.

“ He has remembered in darkn and in
light, and he escaped all danger, even when
a thousand Sioux were on his track, and he
went over the cliff into the river to warn the
Pawnees of their danger.

“It was the Yellow Hair that bade the
White Eagle with his few warriors to fight
the Sioux in the canyon, and the Pawnees
noyfian hi1? (Btiing’fI-‘h d d Flyin Feath

ow t e un eran ' g -
er can be all that the Yellow Hair is.

" He has a pale face, but he loves revenge
against those who killed and scalped those
he loved, and took him into captiv1ty.”

Eddie Burgess spoke rapidly and earnest-

l , and when he ceased, neither of the two _

c 'efs uttered a word; but it was evident

' that their thoughts were bus

For some time a silence fefi upon all three
and then the Boy Chief said;

“ The Yellow Hair has not for tten what
he owes the Bi Thunder, not he has

romised that t e Flying Feather shall not

ie, if in his power to prevent it, and he will
not see them die.

“ Their braves must die by torture, but
the Big Thunder and Flyin Feather shall
return to their ople and that the Yel-
low Hair has a ea .”

The two Sioux smiled doubtingly; but
Yellow Hair went on: ,

“ To-night let them listen to the cry of the
thippowi , and be ready, for they shall be

ree. ’ ,

Big Thunder silent] held uphis muscled
ban s; but the Boy 0 'ef said simply, as he
turned away:

“ The Yellow Hair has spoken, and his
tongue is not crooked. "

' CHAPTER XXIV.
'rnn wmrowm’s CALL.

In spite of the stoicism of their natures,
and the training of years, and which they

 

'hearts, both Bi

had been subjected to from childhood, never
to betray by emotion, or expression, a
thought or eeling within their brain or
Thunder and Flying
Feather were certainly nervous as darkness
came on. -

The words of Yellow Hair had raised
high their hopes; but then came the doubt
that he might be trifling with them, simply
to add to t eir torture. .

Big Thunder knew, far better than did the
younger chief. that Yellow Hair really hid

  

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You.» nun the soy Ohio! or at. Pawnees. as

sense to ,befnend him; but he kept this 1 until suddenly a slight sound was heard at
secret to hgmself. I the back of the tepee. ~

But Flying Feather had not been made a L What, it was the did not know, but listen-
CPflfidant by Star EYES, and kneW_ “0 1110- 1 ing more attentive , they discovered ittobe
tive why Yellow Hair should save him from , the noise made in cutting through cloth, for

 

death.

the youth, an exacted a pledge from him
not to let him, Flying Feather, die, if he
could revent it, he was therefore by far
more a eptical about believing in the ro-
mise of the Boy Chief, than was ig
Thunder.

fie had fought most bravely and lost, and
being a captive to his foes, he was deter-
mined to die bravely, and meet unflinching-
:ly every torture that might be inflicted upon

"11. '

He was oun , ambitious; loved, in the
full intensrty 0 his nature, the beautiful
Star Eyes, and Indian though he was the
future had looked bright to him.

But now all was lost in loom; but die as
he mi ht his foes should now that he de-
serve the name he had won of chief.

Big Thunder on the contrary was old, and
revenge upon his foes and love for his son,
were all he cared for in life.

_No torture could wring from him a cry of
pain or a groan, and he felt that he could
show Pawnee braves how to die.

But still he liked not such an end, and
hoped that the tongue of the Bo Chief would
be indeed proven not crook by acts that
did not belie his words.

in silence and outward calmness the two

chiefs sat in the darkness, not a quiver show-
ing their inward emotion, as the time flitted
by and no call of the whippowil was heard.
‘ In front of their tepee, as the fla fluttered
in the breeze, they could see the r Pawnee
guards, standing like statues, and apparently
listening to the scunds of voices that floated
up from the village, for its denizens Were not
yet lost in slumber.

As the night cw older suddenly the two
captive chiefs, in s ite of their iron nerves,
started, for afar 0 was heard the whippe-
wil’s call.

But not a sound escaped their lips, though
their ears were strained to hear it again, and
know if their senses had deceived them.

' A ain it was heard, and nearer.

“ ghl" granted Big Thunder.

“ Ugh!" echoed Flying Feather, and these
grunts meant as much as though they had
spoken a dozen words.

In silence and still as bronze statues they
listened.

Then for the third time came the call of
the sad-noted night-bird. '

It was nearer, too, to the -

Still and outwardly calm they remained,

eir tepee was an army tent, which the

. . th
Not knowmg that Star Eyes had rescued i Pawnees had gotten possession of in the un.

‘ accountable way in which Indians get to be
‘ proprietors of many things, even to scalps.
Glancing at the rear wall of the large tent,
. the two captives suddenly saw a dark object
,relieved a inst the canvas, and their eagle~
i like eyes etected the head and shoulders of

a human being thrust slowly in the aperture r

cut in the white walL
, Then it came further in until awhole form
apgeared. g ' *
I till no word was uttered, and the materi-
y ous intruder gras d the hand of Big un-
‘ der and drew him toward the opening, sis
lently motioning to Flying feather to fol:
ow. ‘
Hampered as they were with muscles and
iron chains, it was no easy task; but soon, out
through the opening Went first the old chief,
then t e young one, and Yellow Hair, for he
it was, cautiously followed, closin up the
tear he had made in the canvas wal so that
it would not attract the sentinel’s eyes, should
he walk around the tepee. .
The tent was on the side of a hill, and
down this the Boy Chief led the ca tives nn~
til they reached a spot in the ow at a
clump of timber. - -
Here he halted, and drswln a piece of
wire from his pocket, he quic y unmatched

the manacles, and Big Thunder and Flying ‘

Feather wore no longer flailing chains. ,
Motioning to them to ring their irons, he
led the way into the dense timber, and never
halted unt l he had gone half a mi] . ‘
“ Here are good nies and arms for the
Big Thunder and ying Feather. '

their horses toward the village of their peo-
plc, and let them not linger, for, with the
day the Pawnees will be on their trail.” ‘ i

“ The Yellow Hair has made the heart of
the Big Thunder glad, and 'his Sioux brother
shall know that he saved the life of his film
Ehelr," said the old chief, with considerable
ee 11'! . '

“ es, the Flying Feather thanks the Yell
low Hair, who is a Pawnee chief with the

remarked Fl ing Feather. .

“ The Ye low Hair promised not to save
them. ' '

“ They are Sioux warriors and must meet
their fate.

 

and cast them in, that suspicion of aiding

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3.

.sLet them mount and rum manual“ V 

heart of a Sioux; but what of my bravest”. 4

“Let the Big Thunderand Flying Feather h 
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" Pateka will tell the chiefs in council all
that his eyes saw, and he will s eak strai ht
when he tells them that the allow air
trembles before Pateka.”

thelr escape may not fall upon any one in the
Pawnee Village.

" Go and tell the Star Eyes and Little
Thunder that the Yellow Hair sends them his

heart, while to the White Snake say that the
' Boy Chief of the Pawnees will yet even ehis
last cruel massacre of pale-faces an the
peo‘pégof the White Eagle’s tribe.

‘ l 1”

There was no sentiment in either of the
chiefs to cause them to wish to be tortured
to death with their less fortunate warriors,
and knowing that time was life with them,
they hastily obeyed the bidding of the Boy
, Chief and rode away.

As the Boy Chief was retracing his m
uietly and cautiously to his teepee, a
orm suddenly rose up before him.

Although taken unawares, the outh was
readytomeeta fee in the twinkling of an
eye, and said, quickly:

“ I am Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief.

“ Who is it that stands in my path?"

“The Yellow Hair should know Pateka,"
was the calm repl . .

a - The Boy Chief new well that Pateka was
one of the young warriors who was jealous
of his influence and reputation, and whom he
felt had only waited an opportunity to be 1118

. pronounced foe.

' What Pateka knew of where he had been
and what doing he could not tell, and yet the
bold manner of the Indian in confronting
him as he did, gave him the idea that he ha
seen his apparent treache to the Pawnees.

If this Was the case he new that he was
lost, and he was determined that he would
find out just what the red-skin did know.

‘ .So he said, calmly:

- " The Yellow Hair does know Pateka, and
he would ask him why he crawls like a snake
in hispath?"

“ Does the Yellow Hair fear Pateka?" con-
temptuously asked the Indian.

“.As he would a snake who would hide,

and, unseen, strike at him in the dark, he
fears Pateka," was the reply of Yellow Hair.

The Indian dropped his hand quickly upon
“hilt: “tigmfi‘ chi r call

“ pappoose e
Pateka a snake ?”

Infuriated at the red-skin, and seeing that

' his intention seemed to be to force a quarrel

with him, and even a combat, Yellow Hair

said sternlly; .

“Yes, is a snake with an evil spirit

“ H’s has been dogging the steps of Yellow

' “Andhehaseyea,” wasthelaeonie reply
, .ofthe'Indian. - i
. “Hedarenottellwhaths has seen,"saidi

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' not kill the Yellow

This was too much for the Boy Chief, and
quick as a flash he sprung upon the Indian,
and ere he could revent had him b the
throat and his hand over his heart wi the
knife grasped firmly in it.

“Now what says Pateka?"

" Pateka will meet the Yellow Hair with
his knife,” said the Indian, anxious to shake
off the gripe and begin a fight on fairer
terms for him, than being taken by surprise
as he was.

“I will meet him," said the Boy Chief.

“ Then let Pateka go for Fawnfoot, his
friend, and the Yellow Hair for one of his
red brothers, that they may see which is the
snake and the coward, the red-skin or the
pale-face."

The Bo Chief at once saw through the in-
tention o the cunning Indian and deter-
mmed to thwart it.

Could he get witnesses to the combat. then
he could make known what he had discov-
ered, and even though he killed the red-skin,
he would have his revenge in dying with the
knowledge that his act that night would
bring disgrace upon him.

“ No, the Yellow Hair does not fear to
fight alone.

“ Let Pateka come.” .

“ Where would the Yellow Hair go?”

“ To yonder valley.”

“ Why not here?"

"Pateka is a fool, for the Yellow Hair is
no bird to go into a trap, led by an Indian
who hates him."

E ‘f listeka will not go alone with the Yellow
air "

“Pateka shall, or theYellow Hair will kill
him now!"

The Indian knew that he was at the mercy
of the Boy Chief, for he had his knife pressed
over his heart, and his left hand asped the
red-skin’s scalping-knife in his It, so that
he was wholl in his power. .

Did he ca out to alarm the village, then
he knew he would be branded as a coward,
g%_61}zatter what fate would befall the Boy

1 .

Outwitted, out-Ingun’d, and caught in his
own trap, he had ut one alternative,‘and
moved away as the Boy Chief led him.

Reaching a quiet nook, and where the hills
surrounding would break any sound of the
combat, the Boy Chief said: .

“ Now let Pateka repare to die, if he cam

m.” > .

He released his gri on the Indian as he

spoke. and at once ateka seized his knife

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and sprung upon him like a panther on his

to .
p 11); the darkness the quick eye of the Boy
Chief saw the savage thrust the Indian made
at him, and parried the blade skillfully, while
he pressed him hard.

l’ateka had been considered a marvel in a
knife encounter, and he believed he would be
able to master the Boy Chief.

He had seen just enough of his acts that
night to suspect he was treacherous, and
could he prove it on him and conquer the
famous young chief, he would become a
great warrior himself.

But there had not been more than a dozen
passes made with the knives when the red-
skin knew he had more than his match to
deal with.

But he entered with desperation into the
fight, and tried all in his powor to either dis-
arm or kill his enem .

Seeing that the In ian was in deadly earn-
est, the Boy Chief put out all his stren h
and skill, and runmn in on him, seized is
knife hand with his le t, bent him backward,
and sent his own blade to the hilt in his
breast.

Quickly the blow was repeated, and then
he smothered the death-cry of the oung
brave with his hand, and held him 11 his
powerful and firm gripe until he knew the
end had come.

Then he dropped him upon the earth, and
left him a corpse.

'l‘hen Yellow Hair regained, unseen, his
tepee, and in the mornin when the escape
of the Sioux was discusse , and the body of
Pateka was found, the most innocent-looking
of all who heard the dire tidings was the
B01; Chief.

earful of the escape of the rest of their
prisoners, White Eagle, after ordering a large
number of braves in pursuit of the fugitives,
commanded that the Sioux be brought forth
for torture, and the sickenin scenes that fol-
lowed, my pen cannot desc e, kind reader.

CHAPTER XXV.
was. nor CEIEF'S nan).

WEEK it was wholly in his power to re-
turn to his home, Eddie Bur ss seemed in
no great hurry to do so, but evoted himself
thoroughly to the tribe which had. ado ted
him as its chief, second only to White gle
in power.

With the spirit and talent he had shown
from earliest boyhood, he or anized all the
younger braves into a ban tau ht them
that they could accomplish all t at older
warriors could, and even more, and drilled
them into a discipline that was as strict as
that of a regiment. '

 

Havinzzotten his band complete. and'to

‘ and who can picture the joyous welcome he

 

number two hundred and fifty, he suddenly

left the Pawnee village, giving out that he

would be absent for a few weeks. ‘\ ,
Then, straight to his old home he went,

received from those who loved him so de- ”
Eoteldly, and who had long believed. him
611 .

“Brother Charlie?” was almost his first
question. '

All known of himwas that a white boy
was said to be living in a village of theD
Soldier Sioux, wi other ca tives, andofi
was believed and hoped that t was Charlie, ~
as a scout had seen him since the massacre
of the Babbitt famil , but could tell nothing
as to the fate of Ed ’e to them who so anm- _
ousl sought for news.

" too believe it is Charlie, and I have of
late been devoting my energies to one pur- ,
pose, and that is, to make a raid into the 
dian country with a band of trusty braves at
my back, and rescue Charlie or die,"said
the young chief, firmly. ‘

In vain did those who loved him try to‘
dissuade him from his purpose, for he was ,  7
determined, and, after a short stay at home .3;
he returned to the Pawnee villa e. , :1-

To the delight of his faith ul band of A
young braves he led them to the settlement, _,  v
where each one was «giggle: with a repeat-  '
ing rifle, revolvers an ' e, and then re- " ,
turning to their village they began the work ‘_~ »
of drillin , until they became proficient in - m ,;
the use 0 the'rflrearms. . ‘« ' '

At last the Boy Chief seemed satisfied with
his band of braves, and one night they mys-
teriously left camp, oing none ew whither - 
outside of the felt ul few. ' - '

Splendid] mounted and armed, the Be - ~
Chief, with 's fearlessthreehundredmeemed 
to dread no danger, and straight into the
country of the hostile Sioux he went.  .I ‘« “i.

one ni ht, when within a few miles ofth'e‘ r; ’
villa e o the Dog Soldier Sioux, whom he 
soug t, and while resting preparatory toot-
tacking the camp at dawn, he was startled
by seeing a Pawnee brave a preach, 
panled by a tall, fine-loo 3_ young man
whoi tlfmugh clad as an Imiian, was certainly
a pa e- ace.

One look of the two intoeach other‘s faces, - *
and they spnmg forward and gras ed hands, ‘
while two names were spokenw th intense -
feelin . , ,

“E die!" . ~ _

"Charlie!" - t ,

For some moments neither spoke. and
thenonesaid: 7 h ‘  _

"You the chief of this Pawneebandi”

“ Yes, Charlie, and you?" . , . .

“Oh! I have been a captive to the Sioux

since weparted, mdonlythlnnightem- 

   

 

mfiturn for revenge, and the settlement of
. I de

1

at every boun , and keeping his s urred

‘bade him ride by his side while he gave him

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28 Yellow Hair, the 3037 Chief of the Pawns“;

 

"I saw your camp, and approacmng heard
the Pawnee tongue, and knew I was safe, so
called out to your Indian sentinel in his own
ton e, and he led me to his chief, whom I
fin to be my brother.

“ Oh, Eddie! what have we not gone
through since that fearful night of mas-
sacre. ’

Then the Boy Chief told his strange story
to his brother, and midnight having come
round the Pawnees moved on to attack the
Sioux village, Charlie acting as guide. _ '

At break of day they dashed in upon their
foes, and the surprise was complete, and
the work of death equally so, for the
Pawnees wreaked a fearful revenge for many

‘ oflenses which they had sufiered at the
ds of their foes. _

In all this raid the daring of the Boy Chlef
won for him the eatest admiration from
his m braves, an his skill as a commander
rendered him an object of hatred and terror
to' his foes. ‘ ' I

In the charge, which the Boy Chlef led
in person, he saw a horseman suddenly dis-
mount near a wi am,. seize a mufiied form
in his arms, an bounding back upon his
mustang dash away at full s eed.

'There was something familiar to the Boy
Chief, in the general appearance of the In-
dian, and after pressing on hard to get a
better look at him, he cried aloud:

"It is the White Snake, and now comes

ts outstanding between us."

 

CHAPTER XXVI.
TRAILING A sNAKE .

THE horseman in advance was not very
rong in discoverin that he was pursued, and
that he recogniz his pursuer seemed evi-
dent from the manner in which he urged his
horse on, lashin him furiously and cruelly

heels lIntesset‘l continuall against his anks.
Ca inga warrior to im, the Boy Chief

directions what to do, and also sent word to
hisbrother Charlie that he had gone 01! on
the trail of their bitterest foe.

Then, having observed the direction taken
by White Snake, Yellow Hair dashed on in 1
hot chase.

To his 335 he saw that his horse was mak-
in splen ' time, and it was not very long
be are White Snake also made this dis-
covery, for he once more pressed his horse
most cruelly.

That the animal was tired was very evi- ,

 

 

‘ dent, and yet hedid all in his power for

{gamma  spite of his carrying a double ‘
 can that —viiiain have there, that

he will not drop it to save himself, for with—
out the extra oad, his horse could nearly
hold his own with mine, and, at any rate,
could lead me further away from my braves
than I care to go."

For half a mile the Boy Chief then rode
in silence, his piercing eyes fastened upon
what the White Snake carried before him.

“ Yes,” he said, as though at last con-
vinced, “ I am sure that is a human being he
carries.

“It is a younlg girl, of course, and yet,
whoever it be, am the more anxious to
bring that wretch to bay.” ‘

The chase now was continued more hotly,
as soon as the Boy Chief was assured that he
was striving for a life to save from the fiend
in human shape he knew so well.

Seeing that his pursuer was gaining, the
White Snake drew his knife from his belt

'and drove it again into the back of his horse,

sometimes forcing it an inch in depth.

Maddened with pain the noble animal did
increase his speed, and held the vantage thus
gained for a short while over the Boy Chief's

orse.

But he had done his best, and this was
only a dying effort, for the beast staggered
fearfully, stumbled, and fell. >

White Snake, as nimble as a panther,
caught on his feet and tried to save the one
genearried in his arms from the shock of the

a . .

But the weight was too great for him and
bore him flat on his face, and, before he
could rise to his feet, he felt the muzzle of a
revolver to his ear, and heard the words in
the well-known voice of Yellow Hair:

“Surrender! and surrender quick, or I’ll
pull trigger."

CHAPTER XXV II.
TAKING THE CHANCES.

IN spite of the warning words, ere he re-
plied the White Snake glanced around him.

He hoped for succor, trusted that some one
of his band might be in sight, upon whom he
could call for aid.

But by accident he had taken a course
which had carried him awa from all ho of
succor from his fugitive and, shoul he
need aid. ,

The land was rolling and he could not see
far in an direction, and yet he did not, in
s ite of 's eat danger, yield, as the Boy

hief deman ed.

“S ak quick, sir, or I fire.”

“ here is but one thing I can say.”

" Then say it."

“What do you wish me to sa ?" and the
White Snake s stubbornness to d the Boy
Chief that he was fighting for tune, in hope

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that some fugitive Sioux might come in that “They’ll be in my favor."

direction. “ I‘ll risk them—there, take your stand by
"D0 You surrender? that pistol,” and the Boy Chief tossed the
“ What if I do not ?” pistol off some dozen paces.
" I will kill you.” “Now, I’ll stand here, and, at a word we
" Then I surrender.” 1 will stoop, raise our revolvers from the
“ Now, sir, who have on there?" ' ound and begin firing, and one of us must
“ I surrendered myse f, not my booty,” 'e, as you know.” .

was the dogged reply).e \ White Snake would have dodged this al-
“That appears to human booty."
“ It matters not to you what or who it is. ’ no more trifling, and yiel ed to the terms. ,
“ It doe5, for I might save some poor being He sought to try trickery, but the hawk

from death, or a fate even worse,” said the e es of Yellow Hair were watching him too:

Boy Chief. firmly. c 086, and he walked to the spot where lay
“ 0h, save me from him!” the revolver. .
Yellow Hair started, for it was evident the The two stood upright with the revolvers

appeal was made to him, and it was in a lying at their feet and their eyes fixed upon

votce strangely sweet, in spite of the tremb- each other. ’ _

ling and fear in the tones.  “Nowl”
“ I will save you,” he said firmly.
But, as he spoke he sprung backward, and Chief, and quickly the two stooped, seized

'ust avoided the sudden spring of the White their respective wea ons, and one shot 101-.

nake. ' lowed the other quic y.

Confident that he had seized a moment 1 But the first weapon ’to flash was held  _

when he had the Boy Chief in his power, and i the hand of the Boy Chief, and it sped true,
from being off his guard, through the appeal 1 and cut through the broad breast of the
to him for suecor, he had suddenly whipped renegade into his heart.
out a knife from his bosom and made the
spring. stone, gazing at the youth, and then he fell
But Yellow Hair, under all circumstances, dead in his tracks. , ;
had learned ever tobeon his guard, and he But the Boy Chief had also been hit,
was quick enough to prevent the keen knife I though the wound was slight, having cut
from descending into his heart. throu h the flesh on his left shoulder. a ;
And moreover he was not idle, for as he “ e meant it, well,”mutteredthehoy, and
s rung backward he drew his revolver and] then he turned to the sex-ape lyin some
hlte Snake was again covered by the paces distant, and which he knew he (1 a hu-
threatenmg muzzle.
The renegade had pistols in his belt, but ‘ voice begging to him for safety.

he had emptied them in the fight, and theyl To his surprise he found a lovely hog .

were next to useless now. i gazing into his own, and saw that it was a

“White Snake. this will not do, and I maiden of scarce sixteen, with'sunny hair
will end the affair by killin you as'I would and Sky-blue eyes, though her face was was
a do ,” said the Boy Chic stern] , and his and whim,”
revo ver again covered the heart 0 the rene-

gade b] Her hands anid feet are]? blound, 1:33 
t ‘ a hot wra e aroun er orm'

Whether White Snake understood the ‘ secsrelln pp . 2'1.
character of the boy well enough to know he i “ Who are you?" asked the youth in bi.
would not shoot him down in cold blood, or g frank way. "

not, is hard to tell, but he said earnestl : i' “My home is fu- fmm here, and I 1",.

“No. it is not in you, Yellow Han. to 3 the captive of that man, who intended rush-F

kill an unarmed mall. _ ing my father pay a heavy ransom for no.3
“You have your knife." “But you have saved me, so please tell
“ And you your revolvers." ? me your name that I mailpray for on." I "
“True, that does not leave us on an even g H I am called Yellow air, the y cm“

footin ." i of the Pawnees.” v

“I new you would feel the justice of l “ Your name suits you, and I have heard
set you; but you are not an Indian, of \

that, Yellow Hair.” _
“But I have sworn to kill you, or be icourse?"

killed, White Snake, so I will place on On i " Oh, no; not by birth; but I will tell  
e the‘all about itas we ridebaektoioinny.’

an equal, footing with me, and

ees.
” What chances!"
” Whether you kill me or not.”

braves, which I will do aax‘soon as 1 have
buried that wretch.” ‘ ' 

 

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ternative; but he saw the dyouth would stand '

The word broke from the lips of the Boy '

For a moment he stood like a statue-of ' L 

man form, for from thence had come the

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was an adept at grave-making, for it took him
every short time to place the White Snake
beneath the ground. ‘

Then, placing the maiden on his horse, he
mounted the tired pony of the White Snake,
and in an hour’s time rejoined his warriors.

With his prisoner, and a score of released
white captives, the Boy Chief set forth upon
his return, the belts of his braves heavy with
seal 5, and, in killing Henry Bascomb, alias
Wh te Snake the Renegade, he felt that he
hadfully avenged the crimes committed by
the daring outlaw against Mr. Babbitt and
his family.

For a long time, wedded to a wild life,
both the Boy Chief and his brother lived
among the Pawnees, and though Eddie Bur-
gess has traveled extensively over the United

tales, and has a ranch in Nebraska, when-
ever any of his\old band of braves meet him,
they hall him as Yellow Hair, the Boy Chief.*

v .1 The Bo Chief with several of his Indians, trav-
eled with alo Bill in two of his dramatic tours.
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