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Trapped by the Crees, or, Tricked by a renegade scout
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American Indian weekly.
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BY COLONEL SPENCER DAIR .... VOL I j TKK lRTHUR WESTBROOK COrtlPANY, CLEVELAND, OHIO, U.S.' A. -II NO.' 5 Published Weekly. By Subscription, $2.50 per year; $1.25 for 6 months. Copyright, 1911, by The Arthur Westbrook Company. TRAPPED BY THE CREES' OR Tricked by a Scout By COL. SPENCER DAIR I 1-/ PRINCIPAL CHARACTERS IN THIS STORY. FREDERICK ELLIS-A brave Inspector of the N orth-West Mbunted Police, whose splendid fight a host of blood-thirsty Cree Indians is still an epic of the vast domain owned by British North America. JULES DE CRUCES-A. renegade scout, whose downfall from a place of trust to the of a band of .Crees! hal breeds, renegade whites, and French-Can adlans .1S one phase of the great half-breed rebellion began by Louis Reil, against Canadian rule in the North-West: MARTON of the superintendent Of the Alaska division of the R{)y'al North-West Mounted police. She is. a beautiful girl. Her peril from J{i1es de Cruces, and her rescue, after superhuman efforts, is a tale of absorbing interest. CAROLINE BENNINGTON-She is an extremely pretty maiden who shares the lot of, her friend, Marion Elting. CLIFFORD WARING-He is better known as "Cliff," and' as CHAPTERL' AT BAY IN THE BLOCK-HOUSE. Shoot lower next time! Handsome Frederick Ellis, Inspector in the Royal North-West Mounted Police roared these words acl'OSS the battle field. Flash, Bang! The long lean brown tube carried. by Constable Clif ford Waring settled at rest in his sinewy brown hand, and its death giving bullet sped to its mark. In the edge of a long 'line of high timber away over to the right a young warrior of the Cree !Iation of Indians .second in command to Inspector Ellis, is another hero of the deadly battles with the blood-thirsty Cree Indians. I CONSTABLE CASEY-Irish, witty, a true type of the" ould sod." CONSTABLE MANNING-Another brave man, with a way of "doi(!g things." CONSTABLE BUSHWICK-]ust a fighter from youth : CHIEF PIAPET-Every one in the great North-West knows him. A crafty, blood-thirsty, devilish Sioux Indian, leader of the great nation which always contests the white-man's a s sumed right to rule the North. GREAT BEAR-A Cree Indian, like hi? fellows, crafty, subtile, and cruet . FORDIJwAy-edicine Man t o the Cree Indian Nation. A trouble maker by inciting his people to frenzied attack, on the whites. .SIR FREDERICK ELTING-Uncle of Marion Elting. Commander of the Roy al North-West Mounted Police at Fort Ed,. monto11, Briti s h North America. leaped in the air, and cruml?led over dead with a bullet in his brain. Inspector Ellis with his eyes ablaze with the deadly light of battle, flamed OfIer the field li).<:e a man crazed with the lust for carnage. 'His was a fe" arful plight. Hemmed in by a band of more than 100 blood-thirsty Cree Indians, he, his second in command, Constable W;aring, with three other men of the Royal North West Mounted Police had made a running fight for three hours. In -the heart of British North America, a country whose lower lateral boundry is 1,800 miles long; whose Northern limit is the Arctic circle two thousand. )

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,. ? I 2 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. tion came the shots from their .. Each IlIaD miles a qf in a veri) had aimed well. was seen the ocean of land, sIlent, 1111l1tless, awe Insplnng"he we f f s where the were scattered In a CU'tle knew that there was little hope of. -f;om, menh ? the fighting band. Horrid yells of pain rent the his race. His was cold Wlti'lln him, but IS blood leaped witH happiness as he fought on. the speed of the wind the white men Rttsh forward as they: fire," Elijs yelled. "Mqke ,forward an hundred, two feet, and as the yeb for the shores' of Athabasca Lake. We may lowish Khaki clad form of Elh? sank. to earth, evay down theAthabasca River. It's only a half mde away. man in the party disappeared as If lost In a deep cavern. Waring nodded, in grim intensity., Hurrah!" shouted Ellis. done! ,'!Ve got "Stoop low after each shot/' he cried .. Jhen a good lead that time. Are the all when you fire rush for fifty feet, and drop 'again. . All safe. came the clear vOice of Marton Elting, "That's the way," rejoined Inspector Ellis. "I "vV e are ready for the next tush." lea d you, Warii1g;-and Co.nstables Casey, Mannmg r got a Chief that time," laughed Clifford and Bushwick come after In the order. named. Put better known in orthWest Mounted Pobce as the two aids in the center of a sort of ftying'we4ge "Cliff" Waring. There was no braver man than he One of mind the provisions.'" in all that brave little army of devoted men. 'With military promptness the little party of. beI How do you know? smiled Ellis. leaguered men follow ,ed the command of their leader. In answer camel the terrible war cry of the ffieat Marion lher face white and drawn, but. Cree 'nation of Indians. It rose and fell in fiendish brave as a Honess rose fom her shelter beqeath a clump notes that made the. blood. of fiss Elting and Miss of btusn as she heard Inspector E 'l1is speak. Her tall Bennington run cold In thelP velDS. form and beautiful was a fair maric for the Then the cries swung into the death song of the bUllets of the terrible 'band of Indians that hemmed tribe. her in on all sides, and who were thirsting for her Yes, you got a Chief," whispered Ellis as he heard capture and the blood of her gallant defenders. But the death song. she not for herself, and calling to her friend and We will get a breathing. pel! now," repl.ied companion C;roline Bennington, who bravely followed ing. "That will cease theIr firtng for a time until her, ran to the center of a tiny V shaped'double line they see where they can lay their Ch ief safe from paswhich the anxious m en formed about them. sible scalping kniv e s of an enemy. \\'e don't scalp to "All do\vn to the earth," came the sharp command be sure, but they don't know whether we would or from Ellis as he saw the V s h aped formation had been not." made \ ". Waring spoke truly. The hot fire which had been Every person in the tittle compalJY sank to the directed at them suddenly ceased. The watchers ground. Over them sped b.ullet ,The air could see dus ky f orm ,however, tealingfrom great was heav:y with the hummmg whme of nfle s deadly tree, to great tree, all around them, or seeking cover in baggage Long fringes .of flame leap 'ed the thick tnderbru h. tjmber land th r011gh. WhlCh they :were thiS \Varing' crawled toward Elli fearful way. "Vo./e are}n a pretty tight place," he aid. it was fortunate that this so. Had they been "Very," rej
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 3 known Chjef and the Wood Crees were up and seemed to be. pretty busy at tqat crouching behind on the war.-path I would never have tried to act as one your dead horse firing like some infernal locoed man? of your escorts to take the girls to Fort Edmonton." "I was that mad that I had to do something or H What could we do? rejoined Ellis. H We had our 'burst." orders from Major Perry. He is Commissioner of our Who got the prpvisions? 4 forces, and he told the Superintendent of our district "Y-our modest friend and subon;iinate got the that you, I, and three constables were to act as escort precious little there is dear old pal, and Ifaithful com-to Miss Elting, and Miss Bennington, until we got mander of this party of near dead ones," replied War them safe at Fort Edmonton." . ing With a sarcastic inflection. H The pack mule lay "Of course,' orders are orders" answered Waring. near me when I got the dirt out. of my mouth and "I don't suppose the Commissioner knew the Crees eyes. His legs were sticking straight up in the air like were up. But who is Miss'Elting?" ." '. some four-poster be .d. I crawled to him, rolled him She is the daughter of the Superintendent of the over, and got --" Alaska post. She is living with her relatives, Sir, "One hundred' pounds of flour." Frederick Elting's wife and daughter at Fort Edmon" Y {E and some assorted salt." ton. A year ago she went to Alaska to visit her father. assorted saIt?" She took Miss Bennington with her. When they were The kind that runs. The un-assorte4 kind always ready to return she was sent under eiicort from post sticks to the salt to post. Then when she reached our post we were deH Anyway," answered Ellis 'with a laugh, H we have tailed to take her to the fort." some food." . "What a terrible journey," replied Waring. "One hundred pounds of flour will make some flap" Thousands of miles along weary trails, through jacks" replied Waring. almost trackless forests, through terrible snows, ." But it won't last long for five men and two women. through rain, 'Wind( and stress. It's an awful journey I could eat the whole hundred pounds raw." to the Alaskan post. I know for I have been there." l3"ut it will keep starvation away at any rate," re, Bllt she is a brave girl, is Miss Elting, and more joined Ellis. power to the black eyes of Miss Bennington for she is H Got any tobacco?" equally brave," rejoined Waring. "Those two girls Ellis laid his rifle across his knees and took a 'big are worth fighting for. But ye God's, at what odds! plug of chewing tobacco from his hip pocket. From Do you know how many men Chief Piapet has?" his belt hedrew his long Bowie knife with its double H .From the line of fire I should say about 100; maybe razor edged blade. more? Just as he began cutting a generous slice of tobacco H They fought pretty well." to hand to Waring he saw the bushes directly OPRosite I never knew a Cree that could shoot straight him tren1ble and then part. .' enough to hit anytqing at 100 yards. If it had been a Down into his eyes looked the fierce face of a giSioux from over Montana way, we would have' been gantic Cree Indian. scalped long before this. Think of the powder A scout of the '{ndians had penetrated to the hiding and shot wasted on us, and we aren't even scratched." place of the white men. . "It's not their poor shooting that we can thank. The Indian was painted for war. Deep red .strips They aren't trying to hit us. Some likely young paint ran across his face in bands. His war-bonnet scoundrel of a Cree brave needs a white wife or two with its fringe of gray eagle's feathers showed that he in his tepee. They want to make us the central peg was a great Chief. He was naked to the waist; his in a sweet little fire they will kindle about us. I body being striped like a tiger in black and yellow object to burning at the stake, but if we get off that bands. His stalwart legs bore deer-skin tight fitting easy in case they capture us, we are lucky," leggings, which were also fringed in eagle's feathers. I wouldn't mind one kind of a stake, at that," reOn his feet were gaily decorated moccasins, decorated plied Ellis. with beads. "What kind?" Through his black hair decorated with a great eagle's H Beef steak." wing, his black eyes darted and roved. A tom.thawk Even in the awful danger of 'the moment the two was grasped in one hand. A long rifle was clutched men smiled. in his other hand. H Speaking of provender," went on Ellis, "how are Had it not been for this, Ellis knew that his days we off?" had been numbered. The Indian Chief h-ad not ex"You know when we were1 first attacked on the Fort pected that he was so near his quarry, and was not Edmonton trail a mile back our horses wer,e shot under readY' to shoot on the moment, as he would have been .. us at the first fire?" had he known that in the Buffalo wallow, beneath a Do I know? Wasn't I there? There r was riding heavy screen of bushes and second growth timber, lay along fine and easy like. Bing! goes off a gun some-the party he was searching for. where out of the forest. My horse jumps right over Ellis was equally in peril. When he started to cut the sun. WheII' he comes down I land in a pile of a bit of tobacco for Waring he had placed his rifle dirt. I eat about four pints. I gets up. All the other upon his knees. His revolvers were swinging at both horses are dOV'fn, deader than smelts. There stands hips, and he wfls seated. A motion toward rifle or re you with those two big 45 caliber Colts working like volvers would' be met with a similar motion by the the piston of a steam engine. Around you are the rest Indian chief. of the boys all shooting at about seventy million big It was an even chance that both white man and Cree Indians who are JEaking the woods look and Indian would each die when the double shots rang sound / like an American Fourth-oi-July." out" I "Well we beat them off, didn't we? And you It was a perilou.s situation.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. A thought whirled 'through Ellis's brain. His hand bearing the Bowie knife rose to the height Qf his head with the speed of the wind.. .. Before tne Indian chief could drop hIS tom;:tliawk' i and get .bis rifle to shooting poise, the few feet that separated tpe .Indian from Elhs, came the glancing light of the Bowie knife. The steel hissed through the air. I ts sharp point struck fair 'On the broad pam ted chest 'of the savage. . Thr e Bowie knife sank deep into the Indian's heart. ( With a low gurgling gasp he , sank to the ground dead, while'lhis blood ran fast and nJade a great pool around him. Ellis had rriade a: splendid srot. He h.ad hurled. the Bowie knife in true \North-Western fashl'on, deep mto the heating life of his enemy. ..' ., Not even stopping to discover the of the Chief he had just killed Ellis sprang: to .hls. feet. He well knew that the death of the 1f nghtly met would aid his party. .' All rush for the blo ck-house save me, "he pered. "Waring you take command of the squad. Waring obeyed. As he led the little party through the underbrush, with true woodsman craft (akjng advantag, e of eiVery trte every shrub, the deep grass, Qr bits, of isolated shelter, to keep protection and the enemy which was now massec.I at h1s. nght, Ellis crawled to the top 01 the deep mdentatlOn or Buffalo wallow, and drawing his big Colt revolvers, belian a ru.se that he hoped would be successful. Ellis fired fir t with his revolver. The shot went hurtling toward the enemy but did not db much damBut the moment it was fired Ellis had rushed fifteen feet to the right and this time fired his rif1e. So quick was his motion that he practically had fired .the reapd the rifle togetht;.r, but his of positIOn had made the enemy thmk that the httle party was' still in the Buffalo wallow, and not that all were on the way to the shelter of the block-house except one man. For an hour Ellis kept up these tactics. He ,drew the fire of the Indians quite as usual. They were 'sus-pecting 1>thing, he felt sure. .. "I'm burning up an awful ,lot of ammuntbon," whispered El1is to himself this is the only way to give Waring time to get the party in the block-house." It was )ike the lx-ave Inspector to not even think of himself. Here he alone, hemmed in by Indians, only of the escape of his party, the little band he was (lssigned to protect, and 110t wondering how l}e could break out of the ring of painted Ted Clevils that svrrounded him when the savages learned that he was alone and that they were facing one desperate man alone in .their power. Still, Ellis fought on. He would wait until the Indians had shot a volley, and then would reply quickly from all points of a tiny circle, keeping up the illusion that his comp-land was still with him, shooting at the enemy. So the fight w.aged. At there would be long. silen ces. Then the Indians would sboot mad-men, meanwhile yelling their terrible war cry. In these moments Ellis saw that it was clearly the intention of tile Indians to not kill him. There was no effort to shoot into his shelter. Most of the shots were wide and high. "They are going to try and capture us," Ellis thought. Well we will give them a merry time d0ing it." tlj' L.ck h'p Ellis rapidly fired, and set ng UII I the din of the battle, sang hiS song; the of the lives of the North-West Mounted Police: "We drown in unknown waters, We burn in forest flame. We freeze on the Northern barTlers; Some meet a self-sought shame. Fever, frost and hunger, Thirst 'neath a cloudless sky; Bullet, spear and knife Thus do you r wastrels dIe. What should they know of our troubles, Our hopes, or fears or care, Who sit in the ingle corner, Where the glowing emhers flare? Truly they dream of Empire, In their lis tl ess Island way, But little they reck the Empire's cost Their vagrant must pay." Loud and high roared the. song. The it. Their shots ceased and In the vast sllepce amid a wondering band of ty savages Ellis san.g his song, which he deeI1 In hiSheart fttared was hIS death song. When he had finished in long, wierd shrieks, came the answer in the battle cry of the Crees. La! La! La! La! La-La-oo-ee." came the yelts from the deep base of some painted warrior to the shrill treble of the young boyan his fir t war trail. fect was startling. White man, lordly, alone, nant, roaring his epic o f his band of brave plen. IndianJ replying in the savage phonetic of their war-cry. And a 1ittle band of hurrying whites, of which two :Were women trusting to the singer to at b.ay, the howling savage mob, were stealthily plunglllf through the for the Isle of Safety, the block-house. The sun suddenly sank beneath the great fringt of the forest, and-twilight settled upon the lonely fighter, and his surrounding band of 'Savages. The twlJight in the great North-West. was followed by darkness. Ellis hcfti for some time contented himself with a shot or two every balf hour. The Indians had apparently felt that there was no chance of escape on the part of the white band, and had replied by isolated shots, just enough apart to give the impression that there was a cordon of watch ers busy, and that escape had not better be attempted. "It's all very well," remarked Ellis to a bird that .had perched itself on a twig III: head, "but I am not going to be cooped in bere muc longer like a hen that wants to set and mustn't I'm going _to make a break for that The party must be safely there hours ago." Ca1culating the chances in his mind. Ellis deoded that as soon as it was dark he would steal under cover of the njo-ht tpward the block-house. he could reach it was a question he knew. But decided that sooner or later he would be he remained in the Buffalo wallow, and emt if e was detected in his attempt to escape, that allot might end all his troubles. If he was -fortunate -enough to nm the of the surrounding Indians and reach the b1oek.bollC there was some chance that the party miPt fight

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" \ THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. their. way out frem the block-house, or they could all die togetner within it. I'll be killed probably if I go. I'll be starved out if I stay," remarked Ellis. "Well, I'iIstart, and die fighting like a rna; anyway.", When darkness came dense in the North-West by ten o'clock, Ellis took along \ pull at the water can teen at hh> belt. Then he ate an army biscuit which he always carried in his pocket in the inside of his jacket. He took his cartridge belt from his shoulder and counted his ammunition. He saw that he had 250, rounds of rifle cartridges left, and around his waist was another belt holding 300 revolver cartridges. Plenty of amm4nition anyway," he ,thought. "If the men in the block-house are as well ,off they have nothing'to fear wIth 100 pounds of flour \ then he laughed to himself, and Waring's "assorted salt." Giving a parting series of shots, knowing that the Crees would think this was his usual half hourly at, tack, and that they would reply in kind and settle back until the half hour was over, to resume the aim less firing in their policy to starve him into submission, Ellis started on his terrible perilous attempt to escape. / I've got a half hourbefore they find out I'm gone from the Buffalo wallow" Ellis thought. With hi rifle swung upon his back by its strap; Ellis trusted to his Army and Navy 45 Colt as the weapon for quick action. He began creeping slowly through the. long grass, and the heavy underbrush. He hea.rd the souLld of heavy firing at a distance. He stoweCl to listen. "They have gained the block-house," he A gleam of. happiness crossed his face. "At last that much has been gained by my. ruse. They are safe in a place where they can stand quite a siege. Now it's tip to me to regain them, and try to fight off this devilish band some how-God alone knows how." It was a triumph of wood-craft to watch EllIs at work in his effort to escape. It seemed as if in the dense darkness he' had the way of progressing without noise. and almo.s1 without stirring the branches of a single tree or swaying the slender twigs from the smallest shrub. He worked his along swiftly yet silently. Nearer and nearer he crept to the denser forest where the enemy was lurking. He expected any moment to run into one of their out-posts. But he fortunately did not. Creeping at length among the larger trees, he rounded one great giant of the forest, and came sud denly upon a little cluster of tepees. He hid behind the trunk of the tree and watched. There were six tepees in the little settlement, he saW. Each had a key pole in its center, around which wci stretched deer and antel6pe dressed skins, which were fastened to pegs, making quite a good imitation of the British. Army service tent. In the immediate foreground was' a brightly burning fire of brush. By the light of the'blaze Ellis could see that several Indian women yvere trying to keep warm ahotlt the flame, for the early fall nights in Eritish North America are keen in temperature. '\iV omen with a war party?" whispered Ellis. "I can not understand that. What dpes this mean? :t:Jo Cree Indian W Party allowed itself' before, to take along several women. There's a reason for this action: Now what is it? What is behind this?" As if in direct answer to. his words a small, yet strong hand grasped Ellis by his right arm, in which he held the pistol ready for use. Ell is grasped the person by the neck. His left' hand slid to his knife. sheath. Therl he remembered it was' empty. The knife it usually carried was buried in the heart of the dead Chief bacbat the Buffalo wallow. Ellis dared not fire his 'revolver at his erie my. To do that his brain told him, would bring down the lndians from the nearby in dozens. His capture would be certain. So he fought to use his great strength upon the throat_of his enemy. But as he slipped his hand upon the neck of the Indian he felt that the throat was round and warm, and soft. A young boy," thought Eljis, as he twisted about to, a strorr'ger hold. He was. met with no resist ance The hand still clung to his revolver Otherwise .. the form within his grasp was p,assive. "Do not shoot," Ellis heard a voice. It was the clear low tone of a woman speaking in' English. "Unhand me, and follow me quickly." In intense surpTise but 1n utter silence. EUis did as he 'was bid. His guide. led him to the darkest point in the woods, to the left of where he was trying to break through the line of Indians. Ellis saw that he was being led by a young Indian girl of possible twenty years of age. He saw that she was pretty, even in the darkness, ts she flitted along like a swallow ahead of him. When the pale light of the now rising moon touched his companion's face, Ellis saw that she was of the beautiful brunette type of girl, that is due to either white father or mother, or Indian paternal or .maternal ancestors. Beneath a splendid tree the woman halte'd. "You are Inspector Ellis, of the N orthW es4! Mounted Police, are you not? she asked. "Yes." ) . They told me so at the tepee." "Who is .head of the band of asked Ellis in return. Chief Pia pet." "\\That, that blood-thirsty old ruffian?" "Yes-but he is my father." Wha"t?" It is true. My mother was his captive after a raid. She was a white woman, w.hom he forced to become his bride." Is yoyr mother dead?" Thank God; yes." Did she teach you to speak this good English?" "Yes." Did not the Chief, your father, object? "No. They use, me as interpreter for the tribe." "Is your father on the war-path against the whites?? " He is." Whv?" He incited to rise." "By whom?" Bv my husband." 'VITho" is he? ,. T ules de Cruces.'" 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, 6 THE AMERICAN INDIAN ,WEEKLY. I "Good God," he said, do you mean that Jules de S:ruces, t/ze renegade scout is behind this awful' attack on us?" . I do :" The ReI?-egade SCOlit, of t1:e great NorthWest," gasped Ellis. " And you his wife, are leading me to safety. What does all this mean? f' Listen," replied the .Indiari girl. "I will tell you alU' . But my party?" questioned Ellis. "They are safe in tne block-house. A War Party has been sept to capture them." "Thank God! at least that they are still free," said Ellis. "Now tell me your reason for aiding me." Listen," again said the Indian gi, rl. "Every Indian, and haIf-breed knows what Louis Reil said just before he was executed," added the air!. Ellis nodded. I t has beeR made. part" of the folklore of every Indian," wenton the gIrl. My husband, the rt7tegadt scout knew this fact, and he has made Chief Piapet that he is Lou'is Reil come back to life." My God! gasped Ellis. He knew as the girl spoke what all this meant. Not a common uprising of a few Indians was it now, but a stealthy, well organiz.ed attack, led .by a man had brains; who had the fanatIcal superstItion of the great Cree Indian tribe. Here was a new Rebel lion stalking over the vast country. It would need millions of men, and a tremendous outlay of money if it was not quelled at once. The fire-brand was lighted. The 1'enegade scout not 0!1ly had the Indians wjth him, but tnat vast army of dIssolute men, desperadoes, bad CHAPTER II. men not safe even in border towns from arrest, whisky AN INDIAN WIFE'S BETRAYAL. "smugglers, abandoned of in the "My husband, as you call him the renegade scout, is world .. every race. A c.ol. d perspIratIOn broke out the real leader of this band of Crees." / EllIS s face_. He hIS Wide felt sombrero from It was thus the Indian girl 'began her story to Ellis. hIS head and Wlped hIS fevered brow. "Well," replied tne Inspector. "Do you know how far the Crees have risen?" he You IObow the early history of my husband, do you asked. not?" "We have riders here who have come in from time to I do," replied Ellis. "He was o nce our best friend. time 'and reported that all the Crees along the SasWe Mounted. Police trusted him greatly . He was in katchewan River are up. They have killed every Iiv our employ for years as a paid scout. But he suddenly il}g person of the white race in that part of the coun left us and became leader of the Crees and began a.' try." life of slaughter oj every white man that he could." "Then the Crees are up from Assiniboia pretty .near "Do you know why? to Alberta-a trackless wilderness of foemen," replied No.'" Ellis sadly. tI He is a: like myself. His father was a Yes." Spaniard, a hunter and trapper. His mother was For a long time he stood deep in thought. Then he Laughing Water, the maiden of her day in reached a conclusion. the Cree nation." \ We drown in unknown waters, we burn in forest \He has no reason for killing innocent setflame'" he quoted. "Well my little gallant band of tIers. in the sparse ly settled places in this great land," five men will give a good account of itself in all this continued Ellis. "If you could see the men, women weIttr of crime and carnage." and little children lying dead in their frontier homes as Then turning to the Indian girl, Ellis began a I have after his party of Indians and desperadoes had of questildns . attacked them so many times, ,you would have' no "Granted that all you have told me is true, why sympathy with him." ar. e you helping me? " I ha v e no sympathy with him, but Ite is not in his From love." right mind." Ellis stared. Why do you say that? , Not for love of you you fool" the girl continued, Do you remember Louis Reil? " but for love 'of my "You mean the leader of the great half-breed re"I do not understand." who like a sword British .'!. threatens to capture your band. He says he terntory about us, kIllmg and woundmg, malmmg and WIll gIve all the men over to the Indians for torture destrOYIng every thing in .his path except that and death, but the women are to be his property." helQ sacred by Its hav1l1g protectIOn from I half-breeds, /, My God.'" \. ()f Indians?" He adds that he will make Miss Elting whom he "I d 0.. saw when she was at your post to join her father m Why, It took the best endeavor of the entIre Cana-Alaska two years ago his wife" dian government,at Ottawa to quell that Rebellion. It. was the most tremendous thing that ever happened on "I am then to become only his second wife. She our territory, replied Ellis. will be the Chief Wife" was," rejoined the Indian girl. "And Louis "I understand. Reil, the after tIDe Canadian put "Miss Bennington .is to be held for ransom. She down the Rebelhon was,hanged at has wealthy: relatives" "You are right." "I see," An, he died he said w!thin three days That is why I am here with you tonight. in secret, l"!lfY sou! will!, a$Zzatn dmYh .body. I bWttt{! come to removed from the fear of discovery in this place of J e agatn. Wl agatn (!a t .1S great re e tOn. darkness as we are" So we it in the offidal archives of our liVhat do you ? Mounted PolIce. \ If I aid you to escape, in some' way, my husband's /

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' TH;E AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 7 pl a ns can not bear fruit. If you take Marion EJting a w ay, he can not get her in his clutches, to marry her. Nor can he ask ransom for Caroline Bennington. The n h e wil! not be able to replace me with a second wif e who according to Indian marriage laws would be my superior, I he" servant. E lli s nodded. His mind saw through the reason f o r his safet y just now froni savage pursuit, even before th e girl had spoken. He could turn her plans to aid him in a possible escape. ".1 w ill not thank you," he said. You an: not doing tl;i s to aid me as much as fOU are to aid yourl'elf." Precis ely How did you find that I was hiding beneath that tre e nea r the tepees?" I knew your reputation for being a brave man, and knew that sooner or later you yvould try to escape fro m the .Buffalo wallow, whel'e the Crees said you were hidden " r' "They intend.ed to us out, did they not?" Yes, they told me so. They said that they could have killed your entire party any time. The Indians wanted to do it, but the rene g ade scout refused to let them. He said he might kill the girls, and he. had not attacked your i>and and risked getting into trouble with the Canadian government at Ottawa which backs y o ur M o unted Police up to the limit, unless there was s ome rewaI'd awaiting him." 1 "Well? " I kept out a sharp eye' for you after I had heard what my husband said. I saw you steal up to the' tree' by the tepees, and then I crept out to "you and told you what I have t old yc;>u ." '" A re y o u n,ot afraid you will be followed?" "No. N o one would dare to follow me. One youth did once; none -ever since." "Why? " Because I killed him with a knife I always carry." "My-but I'd not C"are to be .maNied to you," remarked Ellis. The Indian girl paid no attention to his words. "W.e are safe from spying eyes h e re i n this semi darkness amid these great trees," she continued "But there is no more to tell you now. There at. your right, only ten paces away leads a trail direct to the bl o ck-house where are your friends. Follow it! Be careful as you pass the picket line of warriors ab o ut the block-house. They will not be watching keenly. They have not detected your ruse at the Buf falo wallow. and think you there yet. THey feel secure o f the people in the block-house. My husband says they are bottled up' and none of you can escape. N ow go your Shall I ever see you again? you know .the. call of the great lion of the Rockv mountains?" Yes." Li s ten." From the girl's lips came softly the wail, like that of a sobbing child, which Ellis so well knew as tht: night call of the fierce Rocky Mountain liol\ ., I know," he s a id. "When you hear that cry thrice, then twice more yot! will kn o w that I am calling. Followthat cry.. when so expressed It may be the fruits of another meetin g will be the salvation of yourself' and your friends " I promise / ; Good night. \ '\ One thing more," hastily put in Ellis. "What is your name? . "You would not know it in the Cree language, but in English I am called, 'The Dawn.''' With these words the girl disappeared in the dark-ness of the woods. ... 'Without a moment's delay Ellis found the-tra il to the bl o ck-h o use, and hurriedly pressed onward. Hardly had he taken, a step when he staggered back. Across his path came a sha pe. He drew his revolver. Was it a savage Indian? No. He mus t not shoot. It would only can about him the hordes of Indians that lurked on every hand. Alas! Again heremembered that he had no knife Ellis sunk into the shadows of the woods The stealthy s 'hape followed him slowly. 'Its eyes seemed balls of flame Its low cry, like the s o bbin g o f a child came to his ear. It's a Rocky Mountain lion lured here by the cry of the Indian girl," said Ellis half aloud. "It scents me and not seeing its mate thinks that I am t o blame. Except the grizzly bear, robbed of its whelp, there is no more dreadful beast iIi .these latitudes. Shall I shoot, or not? The terrible lion lashin g its sides with its tail its eyes like glowing"': coals of fire began circling about' Ellis. He turned on his hee,! with hisrifle ready cocked, but. hesitating whether t o shoo t or not. He could kill the venomous cat at onc e but if he did 'he would hring a h os t o f red devil s ab out him a s the shot echoed through the forest. The great lion crouched ready to sprmg up o n the gallant Inspector. CHAPTER III . THE RENEGADE SCOUT. Stand fast to your loop-holes." Constable" Cliff': Waring thus c ommanded his men, while his superior o fficer was strugg lin g w ifh death after keeping his ilone vigil: The little party had reached the block-ho use unmolested. Inspector Ellis had by his ruse sa v ed the lives of all and Mari o n Elting. and Caro line Benning breathed a prayer for his safety, when they stumbled across the block-house entrance doo r and heard the clang of the iron bound oak d oo r a s it swung shut behind them making a splendid barrier against
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8 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. house timbers seemed to vVaring's careful ey:es, to preclude the possibility o'{ any bullet "Unless they shoot through the 100p-h01es we are pretty safe to be able to hold this place for some. dashed from the great forest a magnificent buck' antelope. h' h C It stood directly beneath the tree 111 w IC onstable I time," he thought. "Water is the only shQrtage to fear." Manning wa' s hidden. ." . "Why don't he actJ.on, fumed "Yanng In block-house. "That splendId antlIope wIll get away. Ascen,eing to the floor, he assisted Miss Elt ing and Miss Bennington to the The other Constables, Casey, Mannmg', Bushwlck followed. The party found the room to be square in shape. At one gide stQod a sheet iron stove. It would. burn wood, Waring saw; so he put Constable Casey at. work bringing in short bits of timber that would fit III the stove. /_ "Constable Manning," said Waring, "y.ou see that big barrel is filled with water from the dItch around us. It's 4rackish, but we must "take what we can get." Bushwick was posted at a loop-hole to watch out for any possible enemy. "We can't afford to lose a man, ang a wounded man is as bad, worse, than a dead one," remarked W to Bushwick. "It will be 'prooably an hour, pOSSIbly longer, before the Indians discover that Ellis has outwitted them. -Mean 'time we must prepare for the onslaught which will surely come, as well as we can." The next hour was a busy one. A frugal supper consisting of flap-jacks made from the flour was quickly prepared by the girls. "Short rations, ladies," commanded Waring. -Half a loaf is better than no bread at all." Under his -instructions the least possible expenditure of' florr with the greatest' possible results accomplished, but after the meal everyone ':'las as hungry as when he or she began. -"If you will give me authority," ventured Manning at this point, I can get an antelope I thmk, for our breakfast \ tomorrOw." Ho'''' ? h "I found this bit of rope in 'the block-house," re plied Manning. "I am a bit of a lasso thrower, you know for I come from lower Texas they brand cattle' by lassoing them.' I guess if you let me, I will try and see what I can do." "Take as little risk as you can," replied Waring. 1 d" "You are at Iberty t9 procee Manning. 'started out from the block-house door while Constable Casey stood at a loop-hole to give warning of the approach of the Indians. The two younD' women, an d the remainder of the party clustered about tqe various loop-holes and Manning. They saw him disappean up in the lower limbs of a great tree just at the edge of the w oods which were about 250 feet from the block-house. The blp<;J<-house 'was in the center of a cleared space about 250 feet square. Then silence settled 011 ,the scene. Manning to have been blotted' out of life. Not a s ing1e trace Q[ hiIl1 could be seen. The anxious watchers for a space of twenty mmutes stood spell bound watchirig the scene. I nto the open at last stole many of the lesser animals of the wOQds. Rabbits in hundreds jumped hither and thither. A Rocky Mountain lion stole into view, caught the scent the and vanished in a whirl of fear and wrath. No sooner had he spoken than from out of the tree sh01 the long, winding lasso. The antelope one leap toward the forest and safety. But about hIS antleI'S whipped the fasso, thrown by the dexterous hand of Manning. With a splendid flash forthe antelope dashed the full length of the rope but It was to the tree. The rush only threw the anImal Upon ItS back. bl M h d I Before it could rise Consta e ,annmg. a P unged his Bowie into the anImal s heart, .and was its eyes glazed by death, than Mannmg hOISted the creature over bis shoulder, and started back for the block-house. This very action saved hIS hfe. I As the antelope settl6d upon his with its head hanging down hi.s back two rIfle shots rent the air. Manning felt the Impact as ,two bullets struck the antelope on his back. But he pluckily staggered along ?eneath hIS byrden. From.o11t of the woods two IndIans dressed In war attire ran after Manning. forgetting the in the, block-house or feeling sure ihat they would not dare to shoot at them for fear of killing M.anning. By thunder," yelled Constable Waring" they'll get Manning sure." He grasped his longriAe In a moment through the port-hole or rather 'loop-hole in the block-house ap peared the barrel of Waring's. weap,?n. It seemed as if he took no aIm, so 111stantaneous was the presentation of the muzzle of the rifle with the re, port that followed its . Taking one great leap 111 the !tlr the head savage now only a few fr o m Manningstopped short, and keel e d over on'his side, shot through the heart and dead before he struck the ground. His companion fled to the woods as if Old Nick was after him. There's one good Indian," remarked \Varing with a smile to Miss On the theory th:t a dead Indian is always a good I Indian," she rejoined. There's 'a lot of bad Indians out there that will have to be made good," remarked Bennington. "I will rush down and let in Constable Manmng-, put in Constable Casey, suiting the action to the words. The entire party save Constable .Bushwick. who rtt mained at watch upon the enemy hurried down the ladder to the lower floor. There they found Manning skinning the antelope, quite oblivious to the fact that Iiis deed was a gallant one, and ,vith 1!he flour, he had made it now pos sible to resist quite a siege. "This antelope skin is just what I want." he re marked gl,lite bewildered by the chorus of praises showered upon him. "I need thongs for my saddle." At length with a flash of tan colored hide, its head --. What ,men! thought Marion Elting_ "His horse is miles away. He is One of a band of whites shut up in a by a deadly band of yet he plans for the hme when he wftl be free, will have another horse and will need some thongs for his -saddle."

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 9 While Miss Elting did not know it then, she after ward saw that Manning had hit the keynote of the Mounted Police. They never gave up, never stopped planning for the morrow, and fighting through today, while life lasted. .And and for all they never thought or even ad mitted that they were in such desperate plight that they could not fight their Way o ut. A hail from Constable Bushwick called the entire party to the upper r.oom of the house. Manning alone was later instructed to bury the antelope's flesh after he had dressed it, in the cool moi$t earth on the 'floor of the block-house. Cacted thus," said Waring, it will keep sweet and palatable for two weeks anyway. W.e ought to live two weeks on the supplies we now have." Hurry up, Waring," came the cry from Bushwick, the enemy are coming in force." -'. Waring saw that this was so when he placed :-his eyes at a loop-hole. They are going to rush us," he shouted, ev 'ery one get ready to repel the boarders." The sight was an inspiring one. More tNan fifty Indians came streaming from .the forest out into the and deployed in true Indian fa shio n in no ap, parent order. but reaIly with quite a bit of strategy. Each painted warrior acted it would seem in a perfectly independent fashion, but after a little study it could be seen that no one man presented much ot his body to a marksman, yet all were in positions to shoot and kill, with the least possible dang-er to themselves. EveliY \varrior bore the startlingly truculent war paint of the Cree tribe. Every man was naked to waist, and bore side arms, a rifle, and keen Indian hunting kniYCs, used equally to slay man or beast. All wore the long black hair of the tribe flowing on their chests, and down their shoulders, and each presented the peculiar head-dress of the nation, which was made by drawing the at the forehead into a sort of apex, behind which was the scalp lock, allowed to' grow ex tremely long. 'Vhat an awfully savage band," cried Miss Elting. I shudder at our fate if we are captured." "Well you may," rejoined Miss Bennington. "What a terrible situation we are in." Get ready to fire." shouted Waring. The'muzzles of rifles were hurried into the depths of the.Joop-holes each man taking his place with a calm tenseness that showed he would fight to the bitter death. Aim." yelled Waring. Hold on," cried Constable Casey, "they are flying a flagof truce '" "What?" asked Waring in astonishment. "A flag of truce from a band of savages. -I ne'fer heard of such a thing. They never give quarter' and never ask for it." .Nevertheless Casey was right. A solitary man could Be seen walking slowly toward. the block-house. In his hand was a long staff to which was fastened a white handkerchief, "It is a flagof truce," at length Waringwho had been watching the apProaching man through his field s.ervice glasses "It's a flagof truce all right:. a-n-d. by love, it's carried by a white man." A white man among the Crees," jeered Constable Manning, "nonsense. Your glasses aren't telling you the truth." Yes they are," rejoined Waring. "Look now." Casey took a second look. "By crtu-{eney you're right," lie answered. "It's a white man sure as I am a Mounted Policeman." The figure by this time was. in sight, not fifty feet away. Halt," commanded Waring. What is your bus'i ness with us? "I bear a flag of truce," replied the oncomer. We respect the flag. You may draw nearer," re jqined Waring. The figure stepped to within twenty: feet of the block-house. It was that of a man of about twentyfive years of age. He, was more than six feet tall, with a very powerful heavy form, that showed hj5 great strength:His face was swarthy, almost Indian in its shape. Yet at the same time in the curve of his chin. there was something that showed white blood. It's a half-breed," whispered Bushwick to Man ning. The -meanest 'critter on earth is a Cree and white' half-breed. That fellow is 'one of them, " Do yon know him?" questioned Waring in 'a low tone of aJ.I his men. Ad shook their heads. The sank the handle of the flag of truce deep within the turf upon which he was standing and raised his arms to show the men in the block-house that he carried no weapons. He was in a long close fitting antelope buck skin half jacket, half blouse, worn by a N orth-West Scout. It dyed in the natural color, a yellowish tan, of the average antelope. Thus it was hardly a conspicuous color and melted into the green background of the forest so that one wearing such a coat could n o t be ,easily seen. On the man's legs were deer-skin leggings that came hi gh upon his thigh. These met a short pair of knee trousers also of deer-skin, and up o n his head was a. coon-skin cap, rough finished with the little animal's tail at'the peak. His face was seamed deep with scars, giving him..,a hideous appearance. His black eyes roved free hither and thither, as if he was challenging every man upon whom'they rested to battle. His was a daring, sinister figure. "What a horrible man," gasped Miss Elting to her companion. Caroline Bennington shuddered. Both girls felt in some way a terrible feelingof re pulsion as they looked at the bold rover; why they did not know. They saw why a moment later. "I come under a flag of truce," spoke the figure, because I want to give you people in the block-house one chance of life." "Thank you," mocked Waring, "You need not mock me," replied the figure. "It is true. We have you all in our power. We only need to stay here cutting off your to starve you out sooner or later. You may reSist a week, two weeks. a month, but you ,must surrender at last. That we know. You can not last fore.ver." Waring knew that the man was speaking the truth. "Before I go further I must know who you are," Waring shouted across the little moat td the stranger:. The man drew up his tall form until he seemed to tower into the' sky. He folded his arms across his brawny chest.

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10 THE AMERICAN ,INDIAN WEEKLY. "My nam<,: is Jules de Cruces," he said with immenSe dignity. I "What," Waring, "not Jules de Cruces, the rel1egade scout?" Fools caIl me by the latter nal)le; my friends ]:>y the firstnames as I have told you." ., The faces of Mariol} .Elting, and Caroline Bennington were white with terror. They knew of the .fear ful crimes of the man before them. They had 'heard 'of his fiendish cruelty, his awful reckless daring. Fool or not, I know of YO, u J de Cruces," an swered Waring. who knows of you knows only of evil." I "My coinplimen.ts to you, fair sir, for your compliment to me," rejoined the renegade scout. "But to whom 'am I in turn addressing my conversation? "To Constable Clifford Waring, of the Royal North-, West Mounted Police in charge of this command." ". A brave man I know," replied de Cruces as he doffed his coon-skin dl.p and bowed low. "I shall deem it an honor, sir, to cut your throat ere long." Never cut a throat till you get the throat in your grasp," said Vif aring with a sneer . I have your-throat so uear my grasp that the! cut-ting is only a detail." De Cruces laughed as he made this remark. "If vou do not mind we will abstain from throat slitting for awhile, and learn why you are here?" queried Waring. I "To do you a favor," replied de Cruces. "How? "You will that you can not escape?" "I admit nothing." "Take it from me that you can not. Granting me tha.t basis, that you can not escape me, it is in my province to offer you and mercy." "Terms from Jules de Cruces, the renegade scout! It is to lau g h," rfplied Waring. "Mercy from him, non-sense! J; 1 "You may be disappointed," .rejoined de Cruces. I offer you terms first." What' are they?" All of your men, 'With what arms, and provisions, you have may march frol)1 your block-house unmolested." "Well? " Save one man." "Who is he?" Inspector Frederick Ellis, in chief command of you all." \ I see." \ '4 The women of your party?" apded de Cruces,:' are to be delivered up to me a,t once." \ "My God," cried Marion Elting. Ca,roline Ben ningtQn sank half fainting upon the floor. A wave of awful anger swept over the four men. With difficulty Warit'tg restrait1ed his companions fro"7lshooting de Cruces dead in his tr:}cks. Restrain yourselves," shouted Waring in warning. "He is under a flag of truce. 'Eternal shame would be ours if we killed him while thus protected.'" Finally in a voice trembling with aQfet Waring ad, dressed de "Only a cur half-breed would have made such a proposal to n{e," he said. \ "Cur or not," replied de Cruces. "They are the terms I will offer you." "I refuse to accept them. Onl)' over my dead body ... will you make your way to ladies placed in Our chara-e. I will deliver them ahve, well, unhurt at tkeir destination or die in the attempt. I "What a noble. remark/' said de Cruces. "It does you so much 'honor. But how, are you going to break through our lines? Weare 111 numbers, boMl white and red men of daring, and do not intend to ,let you escape." Well, any way, we refuse your offer," COntinued Waring. "yery good," rejoined de Cruces. TOW the.n hav ing rejected my offer of terms of mercy I WIll add something more. We shall capture you, and torture every man to death in your party. Is Miss Elting there? She i s,!' came loud and clear from 1farion Elting. What do you want of her? "Only to tell her that her bridegroom is here," mocked de Cruces. "Within one hour after her cap ture she will grace my tepee as my bride." "Never!" replied Miss Elting. "Before that momelt>t a hullet will have taken my life. 1 would rather die by my own hand than live to become your un willing wife." I thank J)'ou indeed fair lady," answered de "But you will not die and you will not escape me. Your and companion will be held for flrnsom which if not forthcoming will lead to her wedding with a young Cree Chief." "Never!" answered Miss Bennington, "I too will die ere I enter into any such awful union." "Ladies I congratulate you." smiled de Cruces. ; Such unanimity of sentiment does you\great honor. I hate to appear as the Hated Bridegroom; but I needs must, I see." "Now get you gone, put in Waring. "Kindly hurry. I can no longer restrain my men. They say they will shoot you as you stand, flag of truce or no flag of truce, if you do not leave at once." Very good. I have only one thing. more to say. That is this. Tell your commander, if you ever see him again, that when' I capture him I will tear him limb from limb, I will make him eat his heart, and will mock him as he dies a lingering death in agony." If Fred Ellis branded you as a cowardly traitor he told the truth, did he not?" sneered \Varing. "But remember first to catch your hare before you cook it. The torture plan we will postpone until later. Now you make tracks or I will kill you myself." Without further speech J u1es de Cruces. the renegade scout, turned in his tracks and rapidly rejoined hi!! com panions. The actio was the signal for a rain of shots' that pattered about the block-house. aild buried their leaden messages deep in the heavy timbers of the block-house. vy ell we know where we stand. anyway," remarked Wanng as he calmly loaded fired. loaded again, while the screams of pain that came to his ears from the ho;de many of his hots met their hlllet. 1'-:1)s compamons used their weapons with the same skill. and under the rain of bullets that swept the en 'emy's ranks they were soon forced to seek shelter. My God! Fire.! Fire! \ i VarinO' here quick for God's sake! ,,\ OJ" Waring dashed to the opposite side of the blockhOtlse from where he stooo. at the cry of Constable Casey.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY . 11 What is it? he shouted, suspecting some deviltry of the Crees had been begun, Hardly believing his eyes he saw a tremendous, a terrible sight. The moat around the block-house was a mass of livid flames. Great stripes of fiery red flame were shooting all over the deep waters of the ditch. Dense masses of thick, choking smoke, rolled into the block house. The little arm of the Athabasca Lake which had been diverted to make the block-house ditch was seen to be on fire its entire length. Wherever Waring looked he saw only flame and smQke. Good God! he cried, de Cruces diverted our at tention under a flag of truce until he got ready to try to drive us out by the awful of fire and, smoke. Boys, if we don't quell those flames we are lost." Lead on," cried Manning. ".We will follow you into the Jaws of Hell itself." Forward then, boys. We must fight fire now in stead of Red Devils." CHAPTER IV. AN ORDEAL BY FIRE. The party in the block-house dashed to the lower floor. Quick as a wink Waring swung open the big door. As he did so he stood face to face with a gigantic Cree Indian. In the Indian's hand was a knife. He had raised it ready to strike. Waring could not escape. He knew the blow would descend 1>efore he could possibly draw any weapon. Behind him was his men, to be sure, but they were fifteen feet away, and the swirling smoke and flame ob scured their view They did not see his periL Waring gave himself up for lost. He raised his arm to ward off the blow but he knew it was useless. He "vas as good as a dead man. Crack! Right at his ear ran' g sharp report of a re,volver. The savage crumpled up in a heap, and went down backward into the moat, slowly sinking amid the flame and smoke beneath the brackish water. "Who saved me," yelled Waring as he turned to thank his preserver. There stood Marion Elting her face lighted with battle fever, her eyes shining like two stars in a deep blue sky at night, and in her hand a smoking revolver showed that her deadly aim had saved Waring's life and" sent another Indian to his last account. Did you shoot that big brute? asked Waring, Yes," replietil Miss Elting. Good shot." Thank you, but it's horrible to kill a human being even if it was only a savage who had to die that I might live." "Never mind that," rejoined Waring. "Can you guard the block-house door-you and Caroliljle Ben nington while we men try to quell the flames? " Yes," answered the brave girl. Waring led his men directly to the moat. The' devilish plot of the enemy then seen in' its (ull purpose. The enemy had poured many barrels of crude pe troleum upon the waters of the arm to Athabasca Lake, which fed the moat, or ditch about the block-house. ,The deadly liquid had then floated down to the moatditch and the entire surface of the water was covered witll the petroleum, de Cruces had ordered the liquid lighted., ' In a second the entire surface of the river or arm of the lake was ablaze. The flames and smoke de Cruces thought ougj1t to smoke ,out the little band of block-house defenders. He had posted a Cree Indian near the entrance to the door' of the block-house whence he had gone in the obscurity of the smoke and flame. Marion Elting's splendid .shot had robbed the enemy of. its first real chance of entrance to the block-house. "We must smother the flames," cried Waring to his men as -he rapidly surveyed the sC' ene. "Water would only make them burn more wildly." With hands, with bits of 'wood grasped and 'torn from the earth, the party dug deep into the earth ana began flinging dirt upon the water: "Never: mind the water," shouted Waring. "That stuff will burn itself out in time. gtick to the block house. Don' t let the flame s set it on fire. That is our, only hope." "Where in the name o f the foul fiend did those rascals find this petroleum?" asked Constable Bushwick. "There's crude petroleum springs up o n the lake about a mile away" answered Waring who knew the country thereabout well, having been sent there several years ago, on duty by commanding officer . "This is some' of the rene g ade scout's work," gasped Constable Casey as he wiped the sweat from his brow, and coughed, and gasped and smoked as he expressed it, in the infernal flames that raged about him. Of course it is," replied Waring. "No Indian Cree would have the ingenuity to think up this plot TheY'. are devilish enough along their own lines but this is the product of a trained mind. It's a half-breed Cree White idea and in spite of our peril I can't help ad miring de Cruces." He likes smoked Mounted Police I guess," snapped Casey. "I'm baked as it is. Wish I had a fork. Some one then could see if I was done," put in Constable Bush-wick. We will all be done brown-on-both-sides-and turned-over-by the Crees to brown over again if we let the block-house ca ,tch fire laughed Constable Manning. Laughi.ng. at death, working, fighting all "in the day's work," as the voice of Waring put it, the de voted band worked like mad throwing earth on the block-house, until the cool moist virgin soil had 'wrapped the timbers of the house in a misty vapor through which the leaping flames could not penetrate. "The block-house is savetl," at length said Waring. "The flarr'tes will soon burn themselves out on the surface of the waters of the But the waters are poisoned for our use" mourned Casey. "And we have only a barrel in the mournfully replied Waring. "And not much to eat. I guess that de Cruces was right. ,We will have to fall into his sooner or later." "Not much," answered Casey, gallant Casey, who started in life in Dublin as a lawyer and came to Britian's American possessions merely from sheh love of adwenture. .We wjlI starve, die, and the last man will go with our song on his lips.'"

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. ( He cjl1;lght up the air of the old epic of the Mounted Police as he sp.oke. ".Fe:ver, frost and hunger,. Thirst 'neath a cloudless sky; Bullet, spear and knife thrust Thus do your wastrels die." Casey's voice roared' high upon the air. Waring, Bushwick, Manning, all joined in and in the face of dread death by torture, the little party of gallant men roared their defiance to the sky. "There be Titans in these days" quoted Marion Elting as she and Caroline Bennington J<:ept the gate as did. Horatius of old/, and quite as bravely. "Was ever such a banC! of men. They are the wonders of the new world, to be sure. Brave; and loyal band, I hope you will win great battle; and get safe to TOur fri ends.' / . Take care," broke in the voice of Caroline Ben. nmgton at this point. It roused Marion Elting from her J;,.everie. "there's some one -coming through the smoke and flame," cohtinued Caroline. Both girls watcheGl.-an oncoming figure. Trey could see it rapidly advancing through the' smoke and flame to the right of the and where it could not he seen by Waring and his companions. Marion raised herrevolver. Caroline foll owed her e;xample. It's an Indian," whispereli Marion. No-it's not tall enough," replied Caroline. .' "It's an IndIan," insisted Marion, "but it is an In-dian gir1." As she spoke the form of "The Dawn" the beautifuJ Indian wife of the renegade scout, dashed up to the tw'o wandering girls, and breathless sank at their. feet. "Do not shoot," the Indian girl murmured. "1 am four friend." . "Wbat do you wish?" replied Marion Elting her hand stil, 1 grasping her revolver. She still feared this atrival was the signal for more treachery., "To save you," rejoined "'The Dawn." "Can you do that?" I do not know yet, I hope so.'" "How?" "Tell Clifford Waring that the block-house is built Qver a great underground cavern." I see." And this cavern leads to an underground stream of water; really a creek." "Yes." It looks deeper than it is. I t can forded." "I unnerstand." "Tell him that"it will take him to Athabasca Lake. Tell him to find the secret entrance to the cavern. I do not know it. When he finds it make all speed. Reach the lake early midnight. " Y ou tonight?" . I do. " Proceed." !' When he 'reaches the lake tell him to listen to the thrice reoeated cry of the Rocky Mountain lion." Yes." I The thrice repeated cry will be followed by an interval of silence. Then the cry will be repeated twice." "Well? :ersa tion. (( Ellis is no child. He told us to escape If we could. He paved the way for us to reach this block house. It's nonsense for us to say we sacrifice him' by trying this Indian girl's plan. He would be the first if he was with us, to command us to try this only hope of an escape." "But are we not going into an ambuscade?" anxiously objected Waring. Well if we are, it's short sweet death," rejoined Constable Manning. (( I'd rather die by a bullet that kills quick, than die here like a smoked herring." It's all very well to talk," interjected Caroline Ben nington, "but first is there a se'cret entrance to the cavern described by the girl?" That's horse sense," admitted Constable Bushwick with a glance of admiration at Caroline. My plan is that you men search for the secret en trance to the cavern" replied IVr arion. while we two women cook dinner. I'm ,getting famished." Such an eminently practical view of the situation appealed to all. Waring immediately ordered Casey and Bushwick to try to find the secr-et of the cavern. Manning was ordered to watch for the enemy. while the girls began cutting up antelope steak from the animal Manning's valor had secured fof' the party. Soon a life giving meal was ready. Tlie party ate with the hunger of half starved people. Refreshed, the search for the secret cavern was rapidly Hours thus passed. The enemy seemed to be secure in the ultimate capture of the party, and made no attacks. A shot or two came now and then from the fringe of forest just to let the beleaguered ones understand that the enemy was still about them. Every inch of turf. all the dirt in the cellar was pried into by the party and turned over and over. Nothing was learned-of, the secret of the cavern. "There is no secret cavern," at length said Waring iI1 disgust.

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WE'EKLY. 11 He leaned against one of the timbers of the blockhouse as he spoke. He felt the timber tremble under his hand. He pressed harder. The timber was an inner one, he saw, and did not effect the great outer trees, that made up the block house. With al.1 his great Waring pressed hard upon the tImber. It gave with his pressure, slid down wara, hesitated a moment, and then slowly sank to the earth showing a great hole in the flooring of the block-house, or rather in the earth that made ul? the flooring. I A steep flight of steps could be seen in the hole lead ing to its depths. Hurrah! yelled Waring in glee, "I've found the way to the cavern." All rushed to his side. Joy sat on every face. The party now beg
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! 14 AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Waring's broodings were broken into by a sharp cry from Marion. "Help! Help! she said: Drawing his revolver Waring rushed to her aid. A fearful sight met his eye as he rounded a turn. Marion and Caroline stood hand in handJin the center of the stream. Coiled directly in their path was a tremendous rattle-snake. The venomous creature was sounding his terrible death warning with his rattles. < B-rb-rb-rb-rbr-b-r-zip I' went the rattles. Like the noi se of a thousand snare drummers the sound seemed -to beat in to VVarings brain. The reptile was back and forth, trying to draw himself t ogether 0 as to strike one of the girls. Fascinated by the glancing head and beady ey(!s of the snake, neither girl seemed able to move. \ The snake reared his head. He coiled himself back like som e gigantic spring. He was getting ready to strike. His striking distance was just his own length, and W..aring saw with awful foreo od in g that' the two helpless girls were in the danger zone. The snake raised his ugly head He poised himself ready to strike one or both of the frightened, de fensele ss girls. A wound fr6m his fangS', far removed : as they were from all medical aid, meant sure and painftd death. Again the snake poised himself for the final blow. My God gasped Waring, "can n othing save those poor girls?" CH{--PTER V. INSPECTOR ELLIS'S DILEMMA. Inspector Frederick Ellis, was certainly 'in a fearful plight. ' j Face to with the fierce mountain lio n, he dared not shoot for fear of gringing the hostile Crees, and murderous whites, and half-breeds, i)1 the Cree band, to cut hi s throat in a moment, or far worse, to cap ture, him for dreadful torture. Shall I shoot? thought Ellis. The angy cat' circled about him. Its e ,yes burned \ with hate It was about to_ spring upon the brave Inspector. ," "I must shoot," whispered Ellis. "The,re is no other way out of it. I can't stop here to be torn to bits by this liol}. Well here goes." Suiting the action to the word Ellis took s 'teady aim. The lion gave a low wailing cry. It was ready now to m<;l.ke its death glVtng spring. Ellis aimed for the spot between the creature's eyes. He intended putting his rifle bullet in the center. of the creature's brain. J pst, as he was pressing the trigger' of the rifle to deliver jts murderous fire there came a crashing at the left, in the underbrush of the, forest Both the lion and Ellis heard the noise. The animal backed away a few steps, and whined uneasily. It looked toward the point where the noise was heard and theI1l opened its mouth and gave its peculiar long bleat-ing baby-like cry, " Ellis could plainly see the deadly fangs of the in furiated creature. He thought best as he saw cat back away, to holdhis fire for a second. It was best to wait and investigate the If it was a Cree In-dian he would need his shot not for the lion but for his new foe. The crashing noise came nearer. Again the lion gave iUi shuddering cry. A roar from the bushes answered. With a splendid leap from the underbrush darted a great Rocky Mountain bear. Its eyes we.re spark. linO" with hate. Its fur stood up on Its back, Its entire 'attitude was that of vengeance. Quick as the lightning's stroke, before the could make a single movement the bear sprang upon It. With a wild scream of pain and rage the lion grappled with its foe. The growls of the bear, fierce, terribre awoke the echoes on the distant mountains ,The angry yells of the lion could be heard above all the din. It fought for life, well knowing that it could not cope successfully with an infuriated bear. The two creatures rolled over and over, biting, scratching, fig11ting like mad. Ellis saw his chance. He made a little circuit in the woods leaving the fighting animals to settle the matter between them. Fight ye dev ils I hate to see peace,'" said Ellis, in the words of the fighting Irishman, Constable Casey. "I will make my escape while you settle your little personal feud." Resurrl.ing the trail quickly Ellis hurried onward. idea was to get as soon as possible to the block house. He fea 'red that his presence was needed there. One man away from the feeble ranks of his companions made a shortage that would be felt when rifles were needed to repel the foe. It was pitch dark. Ellis stumbled along the trail, which made a little winding path around great trees, long stretches of heavy grass, among number less dense masses of underbru h, at a speed that was wonderful under the circumstances. Around him wild creatures of all kinds stumbled, and halted to see this wonderful man who was hur rying1by them. Bears, lions, wolves, coyotes, and deer stood in amazement. or slunk into forest fastness as Ellis hurried onward. The cr1es of .the startled beasts awoke the forest and made Ellis fear that the Wily savages would take alarm. So skilled in all matters Qf woodcraft are the Crees that they could tell that a white man was proceeding through the woods, by the startled cries of the wild animals. I take this c .hance any way," remarked as he kicked a startled rabbit that sprang upon hIS foot, easily into the bushes where it vanished in a jiffy. Even if the Indians' are warned I must press forward with all my speed." Soon Ellis stopped to get his bearings. He halted at the foot of one of the tallest trees in the forest. It was the great-grandfather of al, l the t:ees above it, towering high above its fellows, like a ltght-house on a prominent bit of headland on some distant sea. Ellis swung his rifle over his shoulder, its muzzle hanging straight down his back. Then he fastened the weapbn in this position by belt, and ,,:as able scale the tree, and yet carry his rifle Wlt!,t him. ThIS was a bold bit of woodcraft, taught him by many a similar stress in his wild past. Pulling the holsters which held his two large revoly.ers, and seeing that each weapon was well 1000ded EIlts grasped the lowest branch of the big tree, WJth

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 15 spring from the earth to do so, and in a moment was ensconsed safely in the branches. It was wonderful to watch the Inspector's ascent. Not a leaf, not a br.anch stirred. He swarmed up ward as easily 'as a bird soars through the atm9spl{ere, and with no more disturbance. When about two-thirds of the way up, Ellis forged rapidly along a big limb, and testing one that he thought would fully bear his weight, he began cautiously to edge toward the end of the limb. "If I slip I go rattling down two hundreq feet or more to death," Ellis thought. "But I won't slip." Soon he was at the extreme end of the limb, which swayed under his form in a dizzy manner, but did not break. I Ellis from his perch Jooked about him. 'All around was the magni cent forest.' The early dawn was just breaking in the Eastern sky. It gave to the f9rest that shade of gray that warns the creatures of the night that it is time to flee to hidden haunts. An owl hooted in the far distance. The cry of a loon came distant and faint from a hill at. the right. A coyote yelped and snarled at his left. Night birds made queer humming sounds about him. But Ellis paid no attention to all the sounds from the a'ni mal and bird world . He was used to it. It af fected him not as much as would the roar of traffic in a great city. He was a man of the woods, not of the pavements. All the sounds merely told him that da-y was breaking, just as the yell of the l1lilkman in the city tells the city man, that day is here agaillh With great care Ellis scanned the picture from pis dizzy view point. He took from his pocket his night glasses, powerful yet easy to carry. Through his glasses the blur of the early dawn whirled into dis tinctness. Objects that he could 110t see with his naked eye became plain. He glossed over familiar wood pictures without a second glance. "By Jove," he suddenly said. His glasses became riveted on the trail toward the block-honse. He gazed for a long time. Hum! he said at last. "Indians." His glass moved a bit to the West . One," he counted. "Two," said he a moment later. Hardly a mile away he could see the glint of the waters of Lake Athabasca. The block-house he knew was hidden somewhere in the middle distance. He took out his pocket compass and adJusted it. He saw that he was near the block-house, and within an easy run from the of the lflke. The presence of the Indians, he thought, showed further that his calculations were correct. That the block-house was besieged he knew. If this \. was so from the direction the Indians were coming it was his plan to the mind of Ellis, that they were a part of the besieging force. From their position on the trail which he had been following it was equally sure that the:? knew he was trying to reach the block-house "by this path. I .should say that the Indians who thoqght they had me hemmed in back at the Buffalo wan ow, had dis covered my ruse," thought Ellis. "They then tracked me to the trail. Seeing at once that I was making for the block:house, they sent a swift Indian runner, or messenger to tell Jules de Cruces, who I suspect is heading the 1510ck-house besiegers, that. he had better me. Then de Cruces, who is a good fighter" If he IS a fearml scoundrel, sent back those five Indians to kill me. Well, I am not dead Ellis remained quietly in his perch for some time longer. Again he found himself in a puzzling position. He saw his way to the was going to be fiercely disputed. The enemy knew' of his intentions, that, was a verity, But how to thwart their plans to get his life before he could rejoin his friends .was the problem before Elli&,: A thousand ideas chased through the unfortunate man's mind. He was at a loss to 1<:now what was best to dq; what course to take. At length he hit upon a plan. "I must make a wide detour through the trackless forest," he thought. "I may be lost within its depth, but I must run the' risk. I have in my pocket to last for another twenty-four hours. I could subsist on the game in which this c.ountry abounds if I dared fire at any creature. But to shoot means my own death warrant. The Indians would b&on me in a trice after my shot was fired. It's a funny position this liable to starve in the midst of plenty." Even Ellis who was not much' given to laughter, could not withhold Cj. smile at the queer situation he "Three-four-five "-Five big Crees, all painted, War!' Stepping each in the first man's foc:;tsteps as they come in Indian file.' Thus if I saw their' tracks I would think that, only one Indian had passed. Cute lot of savage brutes, are these Crees, n6w are they not?" The J ndi ans proceeded with great speed down the trail. He could see that each was well armed. All were going at the speed which inaicated that they were found himself in. After sweeping the scen e again with ltis glass and not being able to see the party of five savages again Ellis began the descent from his tree. NoiselesS1ly, carefully, he climbed backward until he reached the leafy seclusion of the lower branches . Cautiously Ellis waited a few moments before descendon a special errand. I If they haven't got wind that I am on this trail," whispered Ellis. I'll eat my blooming old hat." Still the Inspector watched the savages. It's quite a bit of. odds," he said, "agai?st me. There's five Indians in that pack, and .one whIte man / up this tree. Well, one white man in the East t?ey say is better than five Indians. But put.o?e ,agamst five out here in these woods, and I guess It lsn t ing but diplomacy that will win the game." While he was talking as the woodsma? gels to do m the vast solitudes where for months he IS alone, stead ily to himself, Ellis swept the horizon with his glasses. ing. It was fortunate that he did so: For, as he gazed, from up the trail came the five In-dians. . A burly savage le d the party. Ellis saw his head bore the grinning jaws of a grizzly bear, entwined in his 'long black hair. Around the Indian's neck was a string of bear claws, that shone white in the faint pink of the earlY.rDorning sun, which just begun to rise. The Indian wore a short jacket of deer-skin, fringed with dyed feathers from 'an eagle. His arms were b are to the shoulder, and around each arm at regular intervals was entwined a but burnished copper band, that shone like dull gold.

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\ y THE AMERICAN INDfAN WEEKLY. ;; The savage carried a long rifle. Its dull finish zle coldly gave back a sinister reflection. Around the Indian's waist strapped a deer-skip belt, in which stue!}: a tomahawk. The usual long trimmed leg gings, and moccasins completed the attire of tl e leader of the truculent party. Great Bear," said Ellis to himself. "He is.. a of note. They send no boy to do a man's work I see. Ve.ry flattering to my'pride. The renegade sCQut, Jules de Cruces, does me much honor' In his seleCtion of the man to command a party who are to kill me." Great Bear was noted among the Crees for his thirsty disposition. His record as a brave chid had l!1ade years ];)efore. Alone he h,.ad entered a cave In whIch lurked a wounded she-bear the most danger ous' animal in all the great N orthWest, and had an hand to hand fight, killed the animal and the head dress and the necklace tne chief now was, taken from the bear he had slain. For this deed he had been' named by the Head Chief of the Wood Crees Piapet himself, Great }3ear." It was a proud proudly and brilliantl,. gained, anq ever since the n1me was fiven Great Bear had risen in the opinion of the Crees, until he became famous as a warrior and orator Meanwhile Ellis had been struggling with the remaining two Indians. He sh'ook them both o.ff with strength. They could have stabbed h1l11 or shot h1m at any time he knew, but saw from their efforts that they had ordered to capture him alive. Around the tree the bitter battle raged. The ground was torn up in every direction by the tremendous effort of the fighters. At length Ellis shook off both of the savages. His hand closed on the hilt of his revolver. Bang! went the big 45 caliber weapon. Ellis had pressed its muzzle close to the,nearest In-dian' s hreast as he pulled the trigger. The Indian, a stalwart young buck, evidently on his first war-pan! dropped d6ad in his tracks as he re-ceived the shot. With a yell of triumph Ellis whirled around, his wea'Pon ready to. hurl death to the sole remaining sav age. Then the sky seemed to whirl into the earth, The earth disa.ppeared into the sky in chaos. Behind Ellis, Great Bear had crept, and with deadly intent had brought down upon the Inspector's unpro-tected head hisitomahawk. among his people. each in the foot-print of the Indian ahead of him, and going at incredible swiftness under the circumstances, the Tnqians d ,isappeared.in the fastness of the forest in the direction from whent;e. Ellis had come. Ellis lay prone upon the ground as one dead. Great Bear with the light of battle if! his eyes, stoodover the prostrate white man and gave the battle cry of the Cree nation. odds of five to one, was too great for Frederick Ell's, but there to show his splendid fight lay two In di ns, cold in death. Beside them lay the brave In spector wjth the blo6d running down his face from the E.llis could not heIp admiring th_ e strategy of the He see from his perch ,that the foot prints left behmd looked exactly as if one man instead of five had passed. Fine bit of w'ork," remarked Ellis. "Couldn't be beaten. If I hadn't seen the five men and -had only that to go by, I would be that only one 10<: lurked III the forest That's Indian nature. Five, to one seems fair to them." Then waiting until he fe1t sure that he was alone and that the Indians had passed, Ellis swiftly let him-self down from the tree.' His feet had not touhlled the ground when with the sl?eed of the tiger's leap, three Indians.. grappled, with hIm. He had been tricked. Three had been detached from the party of five by Great Bear who with Indian cunning after he had detected in wily fndian fashion Ellis -in tI-ie tree, had let no sign escape him that :Ellis had been . !:Ie had kept on his swift way 'as if Ellis' was not seen. Then in the shelter of the forest he had de three of his force to trap the wh' ite man. The struggle was brief and short. Three Indians fO;1Ud it no easy that they had. made when they trIe,d to capture EIlts. He fQught wIth splendid cour-age. -Shaking himself loose from his captbrs he o-ave the leading Indian a mighty blow straight from the shoul in true prize fighter fashion. The savage curled up lIke a dry leaf under the aut,umn sun. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight,nit;le, down an4, counted Ellis. in true -ring side bme-keeper fashIOn. The savage dId not stir. The blow had broken his neck. He never would rise agairl. I wound in his head. -CHAPTER, VI. THE TRIAL BY TORTURE. It is a pity your .head wasn't smashed in." Thrpugh the throbbing in his brain, Fre.derick Ellis heard the words as from an immense distance. At first he could not connect the words with himself. He was dead, he felt sure. He knew that he had not been dead long because some pain remained,in his astral body. Let the Police dog lie in his own blood" continued the sneering voic;e. Ell,is up swiftness., The word polIce. broug.ht hIS W1tS back to him quickly. He trIed to rIse. could not. He was bound in long strips of rOiles, to a tree. Around his legs were gyve's of He wa.s perfectly I am a prIsoner 111 the Cree camp," thouO'ht Ellis. '.' Yes, 'you a;e a 'prisoner," continued the mocking vOIce. as If readm&, the thoug-hts of E!1is. Ellls\ came hImself with great rapidity. He Knew h1s fate He was a prisoner in the hands the Cree Ind1ans and their white allies, the blood-thIrsty' band of Jules de Cruces the renegadt scout. .' ': Oh, yes, you, 'the great Frederick E!1is, have been tr!cked }:.'. a scout,' continued the mocking VOIce. I am gomg to make you eat the title you gave me the nnegade scout in your own blood." EllIs the clotted blood froll1 his face and bo'dt,. faced hIS tOtmentor, whom he knew was the terrible Jules de Cruces. I dt;fy you, you half-breed devil," Ellis. [

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\ THE AMElUCA N I N DIAN WEEKL Y 17 Thank replied de Cruces, you are in suc' h a splendid pOSItIon to defy me, or any other man" Still I defy you." \Vords, idle Just think. After all my plotting I have you In my power at last. It is a 'splendid moment for me \ Ellis laughed in scorn. "Laugh on" you dog," continued de Cruces.' \" Laugh on. But I will laugh la s t and b est . When me in the eigI:t di stricts which make up the balIwlck s of the Mounted P o lice a s a traitor and spy, you sealed your own death warrant. " I only told the truth. You are a traito r. You sold. to Chief Mistassini head of the B l ackfeet tribe of Indians the fact that we were hunting him to arrest him for his running fight with the wily Si oux chief Dacoma, when the Sioux over into In'dian territory, to escape the Scouts of America, a body akin to ours." "Well what of (' Mistassini ,paid me in good g old." Which you gambled away in the of Dawson." "Yes. And Chief Dacoma cost you muc h labor be f ore y o u C'hased him back over the border into Monftana, where the American Scouts s oo n penned him up in his reservation \ "You have plotted to make the Cree s rise thinking you are Louis in Rebellion agains t the Canadian Government ".Exactly. But I am Louis Reil, come back to' give you white interlopers the whipping that you deserve. I and my men, will drive you out of this great country. What right have you here? The Indian was here first. For unnumbered years he held this land. He was happy. You white men came. YOll too k his land. You penned him in a tiny reservation. By what right have you none this thing? You are not over Lords for the Indian." De Cruces's vo i ce rose to a wild shriek as he spoke. Ellis saw i n a moment that the man was a half mad f a n atic. He really believed that he was a reincarnation of Loui s Reil, hanged for leading a greilt Canadian Rebellion aga i nst white authority. He was as dangerous a man, this dt C ru ces, renegade scout as he was, as ever was Louis Rei!. He, de Cruces, had fanned the flame of insurrection along a wide district. If I can escape," thought Elli s, I will not ask t h e Contr oller of ou r forces, at Ottaway for aid t o quell this flame of Rebellion. I will fight it out with de Cruces and stop it myself with no other aid tha n my gallant band of Co nstables in the block-house." It will take more than five Mounted or Unmounte d ?olic emen t o q u ell the Rebel lion I have started," put m de Cruces quick t o read the thoughts of Ellis. "It, W Ill surely w i n." ': It will su rel y f a il and you will be killed as L ouis Rell was, "fir m l y re pl ied Ellis. "But not befo re you are dead," came the quick answer as d e Cruces turned on his heel and left E llis a pre?, to h i tter th ough ts. EIlts saw that his situatio n was desperate H e ha d l i ttle h o pe o f e s cape but firmly .felt that it was his duty to fight fO, r liberty, as long as his life lasted. He g lanced'about cautiously.", He saw that he was in the heart of an Indtan halfbreed village. The smoke fro m s e v eral dozen tepees I \. showed that h e had b een carri ed to t h e c en ter o f main boct?' of Indians. At the right of the tepees he cou l d see ha l f a dozen roughl y made log cabins. These he kn w a t once were the living plates of the and half-breeds in de Cruces' and Chief Pi
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.. I 18 THE AMERlCAN INDIAN WEEKLY. / Instead l1e heard a voice 1)ear him, so low, that he could har.dly.hear it, yet which penetrated his brain. Hist!", said the voice. "Turn your eyes to the left ,,'Who are yo u ? whispered b ack Ellis. "The gi rl, 'The Dawn,. replied the voice. Courage." , I haven 't much left," faltered Ellis, "but what I have is still with me.'l , " You are a brave man," cam e the voice again, do not despair." I will not." "The Indians have forgotten you, in their plans to carryon the war against your race." "Yes." There is a division in the ranks of your ene my." How? -. "Chief Piapet, Great Bear, and other Cree chiefs, are taxing my husband, I J tiles de Cruces, with paying too much attention to you, and your band of men. They say that now they have you a prisoner, they will tonight to the pleasure of your torture a:nd death, and that\ for those in the block-house it isn't worth the' trouble it w ill t ake to capture them." I see." "B'ut my husband says tha't he wiV capture your bantl, put every man in it to death .by torture, and will marry Marion E ltin g just as he has proposed, holding Caroline Bennington for ransom." . "The cowa,dly cur." There has been a pow-wow t o decide what is best tOlbe done. No decision has been reach.ed as yet. They have n o t reached your case yet." "Why?" The wife of one of the lesser chiefs has accused a fourteen year old boy with sending evil spirits into her body to calIse her pain." "Nons ense She only has an attack of rheumatism." Be that as it may the woman has charged that she is thf. victim of evil spirits. The tribal Medicine man, Fordijway, asserts that the boy must die by the usual methC\d bv sun -down." What' is the usual method?" Wait and yo u will see." I Whep am I to be tortured?" . "Immediately after the sen tence of death is carried out upon the boy." "Th
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\ THE AMERICAN INpIAN WEEKLY. 19 : Yet he never moved. The weapon 'came like the speed of the startled fawn directly at Ellis's head. / Then ,with ilKredibl-e skill it turned, grazed his fore' head, and buried itself in the tree, within half an inch of his temple. -I Ellis never moved. His eyes looked straight at his foe His face did not pale, He just stood at ease as if in command of his men at' his far off post. The Indians grunted their approbation. man, heap brave man," said one dirty savage to another equally as dirty. "No fear there. He never dodge." "He shows no fear at death by the tomahawk," sneered the voice of JUlys de Cruces, the r{?ne gade, -scout, but let us see if he will bear watchit;tg the fate that is in store for him finally." As ge Cruces spoke across from the tepees. came a strange figure. It was that of Fordijway chief Medi cine Man of the Cree nation. He was a strange figure. From head to foot he wore a long deer-skin' robe, dyed a brilliant red. On his head was a white grinning skull. It was question a human skull, of some enemy of the Crees killed either in battle, qr tortured to death. The face of the Medicine Man was painted a deep red, with long black lines of irregular spaces, painted sideways across the deep red background. He is painted for death," thought Ellis, my time has come." For a moment he bowed his head in silent prayer. Then he threw back his broad which let his -.eyes be seen by all the crowd of Indians about him. The braves had made a circle around him. The foreground was filled with the great heads of the Cree nation and the !avo red whites, and half-breeds. Next came the lesser personalities, until in the extreme rear were grotiped the women of the tribe, several hundred it seemed to Ellis. Not knowing what was next to be his ordeal he watched the motley crew of ruffians ca ,refully.\ Hope of rescue had died in his breast,' His one idea was to die without a murmur of pain, or fear, so that no re proach could come to his memory. ," Die like a man, with my boots on," thought Ellis. The Medicine Man was approaching. He was howling some kind of. a rude song. The Indians answered him 'with equally fearsome liowls. The Medicine Man broke into a rude dance. His feet drummed the turf.. He ran arolfnd in queer circles. His chest rose and fell. Elii.'; knew enough of the Cree to follow what the Medicine Man was saying. This is what the savage said: "Dog of a pale face, Cur of all curs, You have stolen our land, You have ravished our women, You must die. r You must die by the torture appointed, By the death of the spirit of evil. You must die." .. The words were 'sung over and over again. One by one the braves in the lines around him began singing the same words. They danced in the !:lame uncouth way. It was a terrible sight for Ellis to watch. The Dance of Death had '" It SOOn be, came wilder. Indian tom-toms ,were beaten to ,give added noise .10 the air already sur charged with uncouth sounds. Shrill Indian whistles made of bitch bark added to the din. Women J:}egan to incite the warr'iors. One pret.ty maiden promised to marry th, e first brave that glutted his tomahawk in Ellis's blood. Here' and there a brave was seen to be foaming at the mouth. The Dance of Death was growing to be a frenzy a riot of savage horror. Other braves be gan cutting great gashys in their own flesh in their excitement, Women rolled on the ground in hysteric fits. While Ellis had heard <;>f it he never had seen the Dance of Death before. But intent on showing not' one quinr of fear, Ellis forced himself to keep his eyes open. He stood smil ing and gazing asif in pro{ounq and curiosity at the dreadful barbaric scene, in which savages lost all control -of themselves and became as beasts of the With a finar scream the Medicine Man dashed to wl1ere a coweriI1g 'Indian boy sat. 'It was the poor creature condemned to death for putting 3f1 evil spirit ,into the bones of the wife of a chief. A stoic to the' last as all Indians are, the lad did not murmur. He rose and faced the Medicine Man, throw_ ing off his 'robe as he did so, and, standing a slight naked form, before the crazy tribe. A long keen knife shone in the Medicine Man's hands. " It glittered a moment and then fell right upon the heart of the lad. With a sobbing cry the boy fell on his face dead. The Indians jumped upon the prostrate corpse, and everv man with a knife began hacking it. The corpse was' disemboweled in a moment. It was hacked into a thousand bits under hundreds of knives. On many spears were seen hanging bits of flesh. A leg was borne aloft by a fr-enzied chief an arm was flourished by a womali, old and shriveled. \ Good God! said Ellis to himself, for one moment with a revolver, and a knife against, these devils." As if in direct answer to his prayer,' he heard the voice of "The Dawn." Quick!" she panted. "H<;re are your revolv$!rs." With a swoop of a knife she cut. the bonds that held Ellis. Then she vanished in the crowd. Ellis gave two quick stllmps. His plood began to circulate through his Then h.e raised his heavy revolver. Flash! The shot the Medicine directly in the brain. Down hewent as dead as the unfortunate youth he had just murdered. Retribution!" said Ellis between his set teeth. Bang! The revolver spoke ag-ain. Down tumbled Great Bear, maimed for life. A bullet smashed his right leg bone. "lowed you one for that capture of me," shouted Ellis forgettipg that none would hear or him. Then seeing that the Indians were about to charge him. with the speed of the wind he raced off toward the forest. .' Behind him race d the enure pack of hell.-hounds. At the edge of the woods Ellis turned. to send a

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,. 20. THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. ( parting shot at the oncoming pack, and then rushed into the leafy glade followed by the Indians who with' screams and cries of deadly hate, raced after him. Shakinooff these thoughts Ellis hurried forward, always fgrward. Every n?w ar;d he stopped to listen. No sound of pursuit reached his "That gang is so frenzied the emotIOnal danct of death," remarked Ellis, "that they have dropped all ) CHAP'J.'1ER VII. Indian era ft. If a sober Indian, not a nerve wracked THE FLIGHT THROUGH THE WOODS: h ld h savage, had started to chase me, t ere wou ave Three paces from the clearing Frederick Ellis saw a been no sound for me to know that I was pursued. form standing beneath a big tree: ' While I can move with speed, and with little in .. vVith one motion he pulled his second huge revolver these woods an .,Indian can move faster, and wtth less from his belt, and it up ready for a quick hot. noise than i. Well, after all red gifts are not to be His intention was to fire as he ran knowing that he d h h only had a few hundred yards start of the 'howling given white men, nor are the re men to t e P ack of Indians, whites; and half-breeds. white gifts naturaJly. You can't a whit:; man to be an Indian or an Indian to be a whIte man. / Just as he was delivering his fire Ellis saw the Elll's stopped at this point to' hsten. figure advance one step wIth both hands above ItS, b h head the Indian sign of amity and friendship, with no' All was sllent save roar of the reeze trough hostile lhtent. the trees. It sounded Itke the tremendous beat of Stop f" -: the surf upon a rocky shore having behind it the force In a moment Ellis recognized the voice of The of the great wind-swept ocean. Dawn." Earfy twilight had begun to fall. The Why are you here?" Ellis were flecked with dying sun-light. ElliS stood To say just one. word." the soft gray of twilight' was stealIng through the Be quick." / glade. "Proceed with great haste to the right. Do not, It looks to me as if I must get my beanngs, re-try the block-house trail. The renegade scout has sent a marked Ellis. "I must be on the shores of Athabasca party of Indians to head you off there." Lake at midnight. Just where the lake is, I am at a loss Well" to know." Proceed by a detour to the East shore of Athabasca Again Ellis climbed ,to the upper branches of a gi-Like.! It is n.,t two miles away;'" gantic tree. In the early evening haze he sa",;, the Yes," wished for lake, shining like a long strip of burnished Remain in hiding until midnight tonight. When gold, under the rays of the setting sun, not a quarter of you hear our signal of the wail pf the Rocky Mountain a mile away. lion then you answer'and come." Ellis adjuSted his pocket compass so t,hat he would Will it be yot! calling?'" be able to reach the shores of the lake no matter how It will." deep \ the surrounding darkness, and hen began tak"Do you know anything' about my friends in the ing an account of 'stock" as he called the search of block-house? I his pockets. to see' what he had left within them. Hope for safety." "Nothing but this compass," be remarked deject" Why do you say that? edly after every pocket was turned inside out. "I Hope is after all the only attribute of Qur life." wouldn't have had that if it hadn't slipped down in Through the woogs resounded the yells of the In-the bottom, of a pocket where the searchers did not dians, They had the clearing's end and were-fino it." about to plunge into the forest in their mad pursuit of, Ellis looked at his weapons. The two revolvers and Ellis. his Bowie knife.was his entire armament. -Obeying a motion ftom "The Dawn" to keep to '" The Dawn' must have dropped that Bowie knife the right, with all his woodcraft at work to proceed in where I could wriggle to it," Ellis thou'ght, when she a noiseless manner, Ellis plunged far into the great came to.me when I was tied to that tree. Now why leafy shelter to his right. didn't she slip the knife to me instead of putting it He heard ",The Dawn' plunge with much noise to where she did? That's Indian nature all right. Noththe left. The horde of savages heard the noise and ing is done openly and directly, man to man, or in this with cries of triumph proceeded after the girl in ex-case woman to man, as we whites do. Well, Indians actly the opposite direction from where Ellis was are Indians and whites, whites." speeding alorig tcfsafety. Ellis also wondered how the Indian girl had secured "Brave gjrl," thought 'Ellis. "Taking the fearful hjs Bowie Knife. He figured it out in his minrl that risk of discovej;y and then a terrible punishment for when Crees had learned of his ruse at the Buffalo her perfidy. And doing it not for me, or for my party, wallow, they had found the dead Chief with Ellis's 'but to keep her husband's love. Truly a wife is de-knife buried in his savage heart: The body had been votion itself to a man's interest." taken to ,the for burial in Cree Indian form, and Althopgh not given to sentiment there carne 'into the knife extracted from the corpse. Ellis's mind as he hurried onward a picture of beautiful Probably de Cruces had claimed the knife and thus Marion Eltirig. Her brown eyes, clear brunette com-:!through her husband it hiJ.d reached" The Dawn." She plexion, her tall figure, her bravery undttr scenes that in turn had thought it poetic justice to return it to 'would crush most ws>m.en, all whirled through Ellis's Ellis, but did it with the usual stealth of the red mind. woman. Then there' <:ame a p ,icture that was fraught with Let me see, then," continued Ellis, "along somemuch possibility. where in my inventory I "must put this sore head of "Marion Eltingwould do as much as The Dawn,' mine. It certainly aches so that it makes me dizzy. I if not more to ke e p her ftlsband's' love. Well I Well! think by the feel of it my. scalp is la.id open and

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 21 that I got all told a pretty nasty welt. It's certainly flying into the enclosure and perchea upon a twig. It painful." twittered and then burst into song. Ellis climbed down from his airy perch. Then he Then hippity-hop-hippity-hop, the wide went to a near by spring. which he saw glittering in mouth of the runway came timidly a brace of fine the woods and washed hls wound . He tore a strip big Jack rabbits. . from his shirt and bound up the place. Ellis never stirred although his mouth watered when It will heal quickly without danger of infection in he saw the fine fat pair. ... this clear air, but I will not have any hair there .for The rabbits were as la'rge as kitten's, two-thIrds some sleeps, as the Indians say. "As a barber that big grown. They were gray itri color with great ears that brute Great Bear is all right," thought Ellis. "But he stretched up in the air, and gave them a queer look cuts hair too close." not unlike a donkey. When he looked at his revolvers Ellis gave a long They were soon joined by a host of other rabbits. low whistle. The place seemed to be alive with them. "Five sholls in one, two in the other-and not an-ElIls sat tight. He did not move a muscle from his other blessed cartridge in my possession," he softly statue-Jike pose. 'At length his patience was rew<}rded. said, "If this isn't the limit, and t ,hen some' more, and A big rabbit jumped UJrOt;J his outstretched hand. then a!!ain some." The hand closed on the startled animal. There was Sev;n shots in fwo heavy Navy and Army revolvers a faint squeak, quicker than thought Ellis had after all, Ellis concluded, are better. than no shots or grabbed the struggling creatur:e by the neck, had revolvers at all, and so taking a long drink at the it through the underbrush screen, and had buned spring he shook himself and smiled in peace with all his knife in the animal's throat. the world. The remainder of the rabbits vanished with speed Th f h t h "'I 'th t I .. f into the forest! But Ellis had his dit:lner and did not e act t a e was a one, WI ou muc 1 means 0 protection, foodles!; in a country alive with red .rfhen a trice ,Ellis skinned and cleaned the rabbit. \ thirsting for his blood, and had just escaped a ter-Then_ casting about he found. a bit of perfectly dry rible neath by torture, seemed to in no way affect -wood from a half decayed tree near at hand, He hunted the remarkable man. ab.out for a moment until he 'found a long stick, also "I'm hungry," Ellis added to himself. "Hungry perfectly dry. as a hUt1ter. as the old story books used to say. But PlacinO' the bIt of wood 10 hIS left hand, and uslOg here I am up against the old problem. If I shoot I the stickb as a lever he whirled stick on wood with a bringaround me the Crees. If I don't shoot I starve." peculiar quick steady motion. a faint spark After much cogitation he hit upon a pIa? .to get food showed in the wood in his hand. j' without shooting away his rare ammumtlOn. Satisfied that he could strike a light Indian fashion, Ellis first made a little runway in a clear space, be Ellis secured a bit of soft dry moss, which he placed neath a tree. in the little natural cavern made in a great rock, but The runway began at a wide angle. which was hardly three feet high, and two feet wide. It then narrowed to a point. Then be supp!iedhimself with plenty of dry wood. It was made of brush which Ellis took from a Green wood he knew smoked, dry wood does not. He' tangled thicket of wQOds about fifty feet away. Great was in 11Q mind to tell the tree watchers of the Crees care was taken to make the point of the runway so that he was cooking his dinner. that the wind blew away from It, not directly over it. If I know enough to shin up a tree to make obser This was so no scent of the white man would reach vations" he remarked, the Crees are equally as bright. any that might stray within They have a dozen young braves up various trees in Ellis then carefully obliterated hIS 111. the hope's that I will be chump enough to bulllhings up by center of the runway by brushing every lOch WIth a bvilding a greerrwood fire, and thus let the smok e tell green bush. He took great care in only touching .the where. I am." stem of the bushes whIch he piled several feet hIgh, Ellis next took off his jacket. This he placed about making the entire trap look like a sylvan, natural the dry moss. It thus sheltered the flame he was about bower.. to make. It also acted as a shield to pen in the, smoke. "All is ready," thought Ellis. "Now, Mr. Game, vVith a quick twist Ellis started tile tiny spark. This COme you in turn he flashed upon the dry moss. It caught Ell' d hi If t the extreme end of quiddy. Carefully feeding the flame with dry bits of IS next secrete mse a fi the runway, thrusting h'is long arm out through the. wood, Ellis soop haD it small but extremely.hot re o leafy bower, covered with a .. He c
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22 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. man than plain Jack rabbit, without pepper or 'Salt, / with nothing but hu,uger for sauce I would like. to know what it is. / Ellis finisht:d his He felt greatly strengthened. His wopnd ached7et, but he, now was feeling a great reaction. He felt hop' e surge in his breast. "I guess' The Dawn' was right,. Ellis muttered,' hope is the greatest thing we whites 'have to sustain us. We hope for the morrow. We hope things will be better than they are. We hope for salvation. About all we do is hope." . Ruminating thus for some time, Ellis came back to life again with a jerk. It's pretty near midnight," he remarked. "I must hurry to the shores of Athabasca J.-ake. 'The'Dawn' may be calling me ,any time." ',. Taking his course by his compass, Ellis plunged: into the silent wQods. As he did so he heard away off to the right the long, low wailing cry of the fierce Rocky Mountaip. lion. "Is it 'The Daw, n,' he thought, "or is it, a real lion." I The quavering cry sounded again, lonesome and ap-palling. "There was to be three cries, then an interval of silence, then two cries repeated," thought Ellis. .. I will pause and listen ." He stopped and with all his senses listened. The cry sounded again. .. Once," counted Ellis. Again floated the moaning wail throtrgh the great dark forest. .. Twice," said Ellis. A third time same the cry. Thrice," counted the listening man. Then there was an interval of silence. Then qluickly following each other came 'the bleating baby-like pathetic cry again. .. It is she," laughed Ellis. .. It is ''Fhe Dawn.''' Throwing back his head, deep throated, he repeated the wavering wailing sounds one more. .. The Dawn crying now and then to get dir,ection and being answere"q by Ellis soon stood before him. Welcome," said Ellis. The girl bowed. ': "You had no trouble in escaping from the Indians when you lured them away from me and after you? said EI!is. "No trouble, of course,", replied the girl. .. The Indians were too drunk with the emotions of the Dance of Death to know what they were doing. I They chased me for a mile or more. 1 doubled on my tracks and got back to the camp again unde tected." What is happenin g in the ranks of the Crees?" My husband, jhe renegade scout, has acceded to the wishes of Chief Piapet" and has dispatched half of our forces to the upper waters of the Athabas'ca River to try and kiI! any unwary hunter, or settler there. They h ave been ordered to make no prisoners. While they are slaughtering the enemy the remai11.der of the band are to try and capture the party guarding Marion 'Elting and Caroline Bennington. II) the meantime they are searching for you." -"-'If your help continues they will have a merry hunt." "It is not you or your friends that I am aiding. I care nothing for you or your friends. If it were any other Cree half-breed that designed to force Marion EltinO' into an unholy marriage, I would aid the Cree and t o trap her for the Cree. But it is my.husband that i s trying to trap her, and I am supportmg your cause not for loyalty to you, but because I wantmy husball\l t o share his love only with mf" You are frank." Why should I not be? You only a white man who have robbed my r<;lce ever Slnce you came to our shores. I would like to have my husband succeed in all his plans .except that about Elting. I would glory in his killing you all and If .1 thought he would forO'e his wishes to marry that whIte woman, I would be the first to aid him in capturing anc! torturing you all to death." { Ellis wondered at the Indian mind. But what of my friends?" he at length asked. "The Dawn" told him rapidly of the events at the block-house. She did not know wHether her advice to take the secret passage had been or not, or where Clifford Waring and his party were. "All I can tell' you is this," she concluded. "We are to meet here' at midnight on the shores of this lake. Our signal is the one that bro"llght us together, I can do no more." "How are we to escape when we meet, if we ever 'meet?" questioned Eflis. Follo'w Ine." j "The Dawn" led the way down a steep bluff to the sandy lake shore. Hidden Within a leafy wooded spot that screened an arm of the lake she showed Ellis a large birch bark canoe. A cry of joy rang out from Ellis when he saw the canoe. It will hold your entire party easily," he said. "It is built to sustain a War Party of fiye Grees, the usual number to start togethe' r on a slaughter raid. You can also carry what baggage you have." Ellis jumped'ino the canoe, and taking one of its five paddles, at a touch propeiled the frail craft far out into the' lake. To his further joy the' re lay in the canoe bottom his rifle, his two ,belts filled with cartridges. At length he was again armed and able to cope with his red foe at any odds. No longer was his revolver his only weapon backed by his Bowie knife. In great Ellis hurried to the shore again to thank" The Dawn," for he well knew that the rifle and the cartridges had been placed there by the IQdian But the girl had fled Afar at the right he heard her call again, quavering through the night. "She is trying to get into communication with War ing," thought Ems. That big bundle aft in this canoe 111USt l)e provisi.ons. If I only can find Waring and his 'party can paddle aq-oss the lake in this canoe, strike down the Athabasca River, travel by water for many miles, and then at the Great Buffalo bend of the river we will strike the Fort Edmonton trail again. It's on l y a day and night from the Great Buffalo Bend whet:e the trail crosses to the Furt and safety." i Vith a long stroke of his paddle. Ellis sent the canoe hurtling along. He kept within fifty feet of the shore anon giving the signal cry of the Rocky Mountain. Ever and anon he could hear from the shore the qua vering reply of .. The Dawn." Suddenly in the darkness, Ellis saw a shape move along the shore. What was it? Was it the murderous

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. J THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 23 Crees:' He stopped his canoe with one flash of his paddle. Then with rifle ready he stared into the grim dark. CHAPTER VIII. IN DEADLY PERIL. Clifford Waring was heart sick when he saw the terrible peril of his two beautiful charges in 'the cavern, far under ground -in the heart of the great Athabasca range. The terrible rattlesnake coiled to spring and dart his poi soned fangs into the soft flesh of Marion Elting, and Caroline Bennington, was like an awful dream to Waring. Yet his ready wit did not desert him. His hand flew to his revolver holster. He drew his weapon. He had no time to take aim. But with a heartfelt prayer he fired right at the wide open jaws of the poised reptile just as it made its fearful spring upon the de fensele,ss girls. Crash! The shot sounded in the narrow space of the cavern like the great roar of a car-load of dynamite. The two girls sank to their 'knees ill. the water of the creek. They were almost senseless from fright. . \Varing dared not look up. He buried his face in his hands. .. A yell of glee from Casey reassured him. Holy Saints! yelled the Irishman, "And what do ye think 0' the man. He has blown the ht:ad off fhat animal at fifty feet. What a shot? The greatest ever.'" A snake isn't an animal," put in Constable Bushwkk. Don't you it," replied Casey as he rushed forward and with Constable Manning a!;sisted in carrying the two frightened 'girls back tp a rock in the center of the stream where they soon recovered from their fright. "Wasn't that snake as big as a cow just now before Waring shot it?" Sure it looked as big as a cow," replied Bushwick. "Well. isn't'a cowan animal?" Yes." Well. aren't you there ? Wasn't I right in calling a snake an animal] Bushwick scratched his head. He was puzzled but felt that somethinf5 was wrong. But before he could open his mouth a cry from War-ing was heard. Look! Look!" Waring yelled. A strange sight, a horrible sight met all .. There, hanging stilI by the rock around' whIch It .had bent its tail. was the dead headless snake, And around it, at! along the shores, as i f the shot had carried them. from every hole and crevice in the rocky shore, were hundreds upon hundreds of deadly rattle-snakes: !hey wriggled and hissed in every direction. Red pomted tongues flashed. Beady eyes gleamed. Writhing spapes sC11ttled hither and thither. Waring shuddered. The faces .of his com'panions were pale They had fO\lght qbout everything on earth except the hideous rattle-snake. and here was a deadly army of them to be overcome. I Behind them surrourlding the block-house were a horde of Indians, with their terrible half-b reed. and white allies; ahead in the only path they could possibly take were a host of horrible rattle-snakes. I'm going to the rear." COl)stable Casey spoke these words. "What for?" askeq Waring in surprise. ",I'm scared green," replied the young Irishman. "'When I'm scared I like to join the rear guard and think it over." This broke the spell. The party regained its wits . It began thinking of some way to drive thehideous snakes _away and thus give them free thoroughfare along the' subterraneous passage. Even the two girls now thoroughly recovered, joined in the planning. . I don't know how to thank you," said Caroline to Waririg. Her eyes were soft as she looked at him. "What a wonderful shot. You saved my life. The snake would have struck me first." .. \tVaring blushed through his tan. He help thinking what a prettygirl Caro line Bennington was. She in turn seeing Waring blush changed cO'lor herself. What is the matter with you two children?" ques tioned Marion who had noticed the blushes of the pair. Neither Waring or .Carolineanswered. "Well of all the 'things I ever saw this is the strangest," rejoined Marion-" nQ' it not after all." Then she laughed. But how about getting around these snakes ? she continued. "It's better to spare blushes a bit, but do not spare snakes." The conference was continued. Manning with his slow, but practical mind put in a word at this point. Why not all of us get near enough to the snakes to fire among them," he proposed, "the noise will scare -them in their holes, and we will then make a dash to get by them. I tbis infernal hole is all snakes, is it? There must be only a strata of the nasty things." Accordingly Manning's plan was adopted. Rifles a1jl.d revolvers were drawn. The four men, and the two girls advanced to within easy shooting distance and all got ready to begin the attack. Fire! yelled Waring. The entire party turned loose each weapon. The magazine rifles belched, and pounded filling the air with ear splitting reberberations. The/ revolvers gave a note. The small caliber weapons of Marion and Caroline spat fire, and were almost unheard under the heavier explosions of the rifles and big Colt revol-vets. Into the writhing mass of snakes went the hurtling mass of bullets. The reptiles died by hundreds. The air was fetid with the peculiar odor of the snakes. They darted hither and_thither. They flashed their fangs into each other in their mad rage, finally attacking themselves and dying from their own poison. I t was an awe inspiring scene, One never to be forgotten. Cease firing." Waring's voice gave the command which was heard through all the din. All looked about when the noise had ceased. The CCj.vern was filled with dense acrid gunpowder smoke. The party had difficulty in But the attack

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" THE AMERICAN INDIAN had b een single snake save the hunj dreds 'o( dead ones could be seen anywhere. The remaining living portion of the great colony had, wrig into holes, or had sought unknown ways of r,each, mg the surface of the earth. VI e are saved! shouted Manning, greatly p)eased with the success of his plan. The way is clear." Forward marclt! called Warirtg in high pleasure. The party sprang forward. It skirted the hideous shore on which the dead snakes lay, Waring with his long rifle flinging the snake he had so cleverly shot into the depths of tl).e creek. We can press forward now, I feel sure," Waring continued. He was right. The cavern again opened into a larger space. It contracted a liftle further on, to open again a moment later. The water in the grew shallower arid shallower. That shows we are nearing the end of the creek," said Waring. "I suppose at the head I waters of the creek we will find we are at Athabasca l Lake.; --" If we do," replied Marion, "we will see -that the Indian girl told us the truth." We can depend on her further can -we n 'ot?" ques t ioned Caroline. Surely," replied Waring. "If we getout 01 this cavern to the shores of the lake we will be far on to ward escape. ..s\ny way we can trust the Indian girl. Her story of the secret passageway is certainly 1:or-rect." Constable Bushwick remarked that in his opinion the cavern was a secret known-to the Crees for years. "I' do not think so," replied Wari\lg. Had the Indians known of it they would have guarded' it. We would never have gotten as far as we have. In my Judgment 'The Dawn or whatever she calls herself, knew' of this through the whites. You know she lived at Fort Edmonton when her husband was one of paid scouts until we learned of his treachery." Yes," rejoined Marion. In some unknown way she gathered news of this cavern. Then in her wish to help us she hurried to the hlock-house to tell us. She revealed the of the blocK-house and saved us from death. For if we had remained long in the block-house we would have starved if we did not surrender. If we had surrendered we all know our fates." But why did the Indian girl aid us?" asked Bush-wick. The Lord alone knows," replied Waring. "It's lucky for us that she did aid us. We would be in greater peril than we are if we had not been helped by this Cree half-breed girl." "My God bless her," s'aid Marion. All echoed the prayer. . The party continued along the creek bed. All could see that the creek was rising higher each step they. took. At length they felt the cool breeze with the smell of earth, flowers. and trees blow upon them. "The way is clear," Waring shouted in wild abaI1don. Thank God! We are nearing the surface of the earth again." / All started forward at a brisk run. Marion in the lead saw the glint of a gray ray upon a great stone over which was trickling a stream of pure clear water. Look! Look," she cried. "It's a stray moon-beam filtered through the rocks to cheer us," Hurrah! cried the weary' band. dashed ahead of the party. He saw that Marion right. A great granite rock was right before him. It was the .water of the creek w?ich was tumbling over it in a beautiful cascade. ''', Yes," said VV'aring, "this is the beginning of the J:reek. See? The waters are coming down from Lake Athabasca overhead. Weare djrectly at the lake but I say by the way that water is speeding that we are at least an hundred feet beneath the surface of the bottom of the earth. 'vVaring carefully examined the rock. No where could he see a place through which his .party could pass. He gave a cry of despair. "vVe have reached the shores of Lake Athabasca," he q'uavered, but we are not able to go further. We are imprisoned in this cavern." Faces blanched when they heard Waring's words, in the sor'e beset party. Marion was the first one to regain couFage ".. "Why be daunted now? she saId, seetng that the men of the party could with any living foe, but sometimes faltered in the shadow of the UnKnown, "we must not scare at shadows. 'The faces of the liv ing and the dead are but as pictures, which the eye of mar; alone fears as painted devils.' If you have faced all the terrors of this savage attacl< upon us, why falter now? There will be sorpe way out for us all." And if there is not we can die bravely here as well as with .the ringing' shouts of savages 011 the surface of the earth the last thing we heard," put in Caroline. Boys, the girls are right," said '\iV aring. "What's next? "My stomach suggests something to eat?" dryly said Constable Casey. "Me breakfast was a dream. I lunched on not anything fillin' about water. And now it's hot air you are giving me for my dinner." "Is there anything left to eat?" asked Waring. "There's enough smoked antelope to !live us a meal," replied Bushwick. "How in thunder did y.ou get smoked antelope?" questioned Waring. Well after we had put out that oil fire in the ditch about the block-house," continued Bushwick, at least so far as stopping the fire from burning the block house I couldn't for the life of me stop thinking what a fine way it would be to lise those flames set by the enl!my to 'jerk' (smoke) the antelope su we could carry it with us. You know the Indian way of smoking meat till it is hard and will keep for ever. So I just dug up the antelope from the cache, and hustled out of -the block-house. laid the meat where it would get a good qmoking, and when it was finished cached it again . Then when we started on this little jaunt I had some jerked antelope ready for you." '.' you are thepearl of constables" said Waring. \Ve will now have some dinner. The feast wasby no means a poor one to the half famished party. "Terkect antelone and cold spring water isn't so bad at that," Waring-remarked. "I think it remarkably good," replied Marion, "it has such a fine smoky flavor." A pound of that meat will sustain life for many hours." put in Constable BusQ,wick. \Vith ten pounds of anfelope meat I have traveled a hundred and fifty long miles," rel'lrked Casey.

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, \ THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 25 ,. While we are resting' and before we begin OUI; search tan you not tell rile 'something about the N orthwestern Mounted Police." ,; There isn't much to tell," said Constable Casey. ,VI/e were organized in 1874 when we were only 274 men strong. We were given this motto then, 'Our 'Fir"t Duty Is To Die.' "That means?" queried Marion. o e must never thipk of ours.dves." "Since the earlJ organization of the force it has grown and grown to its present almost army-like size" put in \\T aring. "We have our headquarters at the little raw unfinished capitol of the North-west pra ries. Th
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY, Behind him hurried all the party of men and women. H Saved," said Marion. H Saved,", echoed Caroline. .. H Hurrah," cried the constables. In the midst of their, congratulations of each other came a sudden sharp noise. Click! Click! Waring knew in a: moment that it 'was the noise(made by the cocking of a rifle. In turn he sprang to his weapon. \Vhat had caused the alarm. H There! Look!" whispered Marion H See. Right out there in the lake. There is a boat and a man in it. Shoot low.' InvolJ,ntarily she had raised voice. It rang out clear and strong. Waring raised his rifle to his shoulder. He took steady aim at the huge bulk in the water. T\J.ere must be no mi s take in the shot. It must kill or all their lives were sacrificed. W:ariflg's hand pressed the trigger. CHAfTER IX. NQW THEN, SHOULDER TO SHOULDER." H Hold your fire." The command came to the ears of Waring. He b:ad nearly sped his rifle's bullet in the direction of the shape in the lake. It stopped the motion that would have sped death. Waring heeded the command, for so much of a soldier was he, that the very motion of pressing the trigger was halted by the imperious voice that hailed him ftom the lake. Who are you that commands me not to fire?" raged Waring the next moment still holding his weapon at his face ready to fire if H Fred Ellis, your superior officer," rang out the voice from the lake. H You idiot, you know my voice?" \ Waring, caring not for hostile Indians, yelled in wide amazement: H Is it really you, Fred," he said. "Come ashore quick. Weare crazy to greet YOll, old chap." In two strokes of the paddle, Ellis w?-s ashore. What a greeting was his. Marion, her face wreathed in smiles and / blushes wrung the hand of Ellis as if she could never let go. Caroline hung on the other nand in equal fervor. . The men of the party clapped him on the back and laugheti and danced like madmen. . Ellis was the first to regairi his senses. He told !he party to be careful for they}V .er. e making n0ise enough to bring down upon them the -Crees,if any happened to be lurking directly about them, and from what he knew of the situation he was aware of the fact that the pursuit was by no means given up. H If we are not careful we will be captured yet," he said, as long as Jules de Cruces, the renegade scout, is we will be in dange. r of death and torture." v Varing' s face grew dark. H.Jules de Cruc es must die," he hissed. H Not ont! of us must sp 'are him w .hen we get hill). in our H But he may get us before we get him," cried Ellis. H So fa r he has made more trouble for us than we fOl him. I hate to feel that so many tricks are his. I hate to be tricked by a renegade scout.: " .. H And I as. surely hate to be 'trapped by the Crees,' ;s we,certainly have been several times, since we first were atta<::ked by those bloody put in War ing. ,. H Let us be wily ourselves," interjected Constable Casey. One wild Irishman like myself, who was born on the 'owld sod' ought to have brains enough to make rings around a like de Cruces, and his murtherin' ganaof whites Crees and, haH-breeds." H I fancy thatwe shall ha've a bloody reckoning yet," replied Ellis calmly. H The battle is not yet ove"r." H I have a score to pay yet,'" remarked Waring. H And so have I," replied Ellis. H And I," put in Constable Casey. H We too," rejoined Constables Bushwlck and Manning. H To say nothing of our feelings the matter," re-marked Marion. ., Caroline hung her head and blushed., H Well it see'ins to me that our friend de Cruces had the gentle art of making enemies down fine," added Ellis. H I with all our brave band of heroes against him, we must feel that we will win the game vet." H We will," cried the entire party. Ellis wasl then questioned as to all that ,had befallen him. He told his story quickly. All marveled at his escape. In turn, "Waring told of the manner in which they escaped from the 1!llock-house. It was a thrilling story, ElHs was thunderstruck. H It doesn't seem possible," he said. "If I had read it in a book I would not have believed it. But it certainly is true for here we all are, and we each have through the awful ordeals," he said. H What next? questioned Waring. "You are again in comm .and of us, you know, Fred." H I think we had better await the signal from' The Dawn' the Indian girl." Have you met her also?" H Of course." H Tell us about it." Waring listened while Ellis told of his meetings with H The Dawn," how she had saved his life, and then he l in turn told Ellis of what the Indian girl had done for his party, while Ellis was fighting to give it time to escape to the block-house. H She is a wonderful girl," said Ellis finally. H We each have the same signal refldy for us to heed. We will await the cry of the Rocky Mountain lion." The party had not long to' await the signal. It/ came almost at their feet. The long drawn plaintive notes had hardly been answered before H The Dawn" stood before'the party. H I am here," she said, "but you must make haste." "Why? H Because right behind me comes de Cruces with a large party of braves." H Well." H They know that you have escaped from the block house." "How so?" H I do not know. I ot;tly know that my husband, de Cruces came to our tepee last night mad with rage. He said that you, Waring, and the women here, had made their escape from the block-house, but how, he said he did not know. He knew that you were trying t9 get to Athabasca Lake."

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I THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 27 Yes." said Ellis. And he knew also that Inspector Ellis had escaped," added" The Dawn." .. ."How?" "I don't know that either," replied the girl. ," I only know that you are in danger as well as-I, every moment you remain here. I want you to make your escape at once." "What do you advise? questioned Ellis. "Take to your canoe," replied the" Indian girl. "I have provisioned it secretly for a week ahead. Hurry across Athabasca Lake to the head waters of Athabasca Rfver. Start down the river as fast as yO\! can. You ought to get across the lake and well down the river be fore de Cruces and the Crees can chase you around it. It's only ten miles w ,ater to the river, and twenty-five by land." Has not de Cruces cut off our esca.pe at the river by sending a band of Crees there? asked Waring. "That I do not know. You must run your risk "in that direction. It is your only chance for escape. The wild-wood is alive with Crees all the wayan the Atha basca trail; de Cruces told me that in one day more ,than a hundred whites had been killed by his bands. He says that the' Rebeltion is succeeding and that there is now only your little party of whites alive except the force at Fort Edmonton, and he expects, he says, after he has killed your party, and married Marion Elting, to march to Fort Edmonton itself and that. He says he' will put every man and wo man and child to the sword in the Fort, and will then fortify this country so that British rule will be over forever here." " He will be killed some day for this awful rebellion," snapped Waring. I do not think so," rejoined" The Dawn." "He has his plans too well laid. Ottawa was never met with a rebellion like this before. It can never be put down." Ellis laughed. "Ottawa will not be asked to quell the rebellion," he said. I am going to quell it myself.'" "How? "That is yet to be shown you," came the answer. A good soldier does not tell his plans in advance. A wily American politician once said, I don't hunt ducks with a brass band',' " But you time,:" urged,the Indian girl. "Get you gone ere it is too late." Waring led the way silently to the waiting canoe. Marion and Ellis waited until all haP. gone save themselves. Then. they turned to the Indian girl. ShaH we ever meet again?" asked Marion. I do not think so," peplied The Dawn." "If now you can not save yourselves, I can do no more. The way is clear across Athabasca Lake. You ought to find no trouble in going down. the' river. Anyway-, hereafter. I can not aid you; my power irover." May we thank you," timidly asked Marion know ing that any substantial'reward would be refused by the proud spirited Ipdian. Girl," "The Dawn ", "I ask no thanks. If it were not that my husband fancied your pfe'tty face and wanted to wed you, I wonld not have cared whether you lived or died. You need not thank me. If I had my own way you would be gracing the wig wam q some Cree brave and everyone CZf your com panions would be put to the torture. I have only aided you to keep you away from my husband-you owe me no thanks.". 'Marion blushed deeply. \ Yet after all," she said, I am going'to thank you, and to say' God reward you for trying to preserve me from such an awful fate as you picture,' " And may I say to you," replied" The Dawn," that I hope the Great Spirit which rules over us all, white or red will hold you safe from my husband, if not from harm. Now $0 your way.'.' Ellis knew well that thanks from him would be su perfluous; He did not try to add his to the good wishes of Maridn. But he turned and drawing Marion with' him hurried to the canoe. Immediately all had embarked. Manning quickly loqked through the package in the rear of the frail craft, and announced that the Indian girl had provided plenty of provisions for a week at least ahead. And here's a great supply of cartridges," joyfully added: "We can fight for a now." Ellis pointed, out to Marion that it was a strange that would cause the IndiaI} girl to provide the whites with bullets to kill her own people with. L do 'not know," replied Marion.' ," It's hard to justify the course of the Indian girl, but after all she was fighting for her husband's love. Not anything else was worth while to her. Her kinsmen might all die but she 111USt retain her husband, was her view point." After ali," put in Waring;" Indian ,nature is impossible for we whites to 'understand." men, taking turns in paddling the frail birchbark canoe meanwhile proceeded at utmost speed to the head of the lake where the Athabasca River began and which they hoped would lead them to safety. It is OMr last and only chance," Ellis exclaimed as he swept the depths of the clear, cold lake with his paddle, ably seconded by on the other side of the canoe. The work was laid out into relays two men, the fifth steering with the paddle. \ The journey was a dangerous one. Five people in a birch-bark canoe in the middle of a lake made slow progress even under the great strength of Ellis and Manning, who first essayed together, the work of acting as a propelling force. The canoe had been built for still waters and it was perilous in the extreme venturing in the center of the lake. "I hope that the wind will not kick up many higher waves than we are facing now," muttered Ellis to Waring. "This canoe is about as heavily loaded as she will sta.nd . Heavier waves will make us capsize." As for me, if I've got to die," rejoined Waring" I would just as leave die by drowning as shooting. Any way, it's am only chance for an escape." "God grant the have not got to the mouth of the' Athabasca River before us," replied Ellis. The party had many an exciting experience on the trip to the river's mouth. Often the' canoe was almost swamped by a giant wave. 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28 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. / The entire party wet to the skin, was becoming thoroughly ex. haus\ ted, when at length they saw the dim outline of the upper .end of the lake peer out of the foam and mist in which they were drifting. .' in removing all traces of the landing. Then every person got aboard the canoe again, ta. king pains to no tell-tale marks of the embarkation along the shore t, My plan is this," explained Ellis as he paddled. stoutly toward the shores of the inner bay. .. We must try to gam time for the night to come. We can not witlY our large party in this over weighted expect 'to escape a half d9zen canoes, each "Land ho!" cried Waring who was steering the c anoe by his paddle from a sear aft, while Casey and Manning at this time were wielding the propelling pa ddles. . Ellis who was assisting Marion and Caroline in bailing out the craft, gave a great sholft when he heard Waring's news. It's Iucky," he added in a whisper t-o Marion, "we could not have held out much longer." " There i s one thing I wish to