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Dash for life, or, Tracked by timber wolves
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American Indian weekly.
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No. 8 WESTBROOK:COMPA.Nt"

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r BY COLONEL SPEH&1t DAIR. ,VOL., THE ,ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPUY, CLEVELAND, OHIO, U. S. A. I I NO.8 Published Weekly. By Subscription, $ 2 .50 per year; $1.25 for 6 months. Copyright, 1911, \)y The Arthur Westbrook C6mpany DASH F 'OR. LIFE OR -TRACKED BY TIMBER WOLVES, / By OOL. SPENCER DAIR PRINCIPAL CHARAC TERS IN THIS STORY. CAPTAIN BOB HUNT-An officer in the A merican Mounted Scouts, that fine band of young men, who. are making of the great border l and between the United States and Canada, a wonderful place for active development. Bob Hunt is a fighting man of brains, and all the frontier know$ of hi s splendid fight with the outlaws at Table Rock of Long Peak. . GRACE HOPEWELL -The adorable frontier Indian-sch:tl teacher, who could fight with the best of them; who was brave, sweet, and Clever, and who cut a remarkable figure of patience and devotion to duty o n the tablets which hold the records of Montana. HUGH TRENT-A 6rave chap, full of battle-lust, who has done much to rbot out the timber thieves of Montana, and whose perilous mission to Fort Marais, Canada, brought him a bride and a fortune in spite of the dangers through which he passed. Gus BAX'):ER-The last of the splehdid "Pony Express Riders of the Great Golden "Vest. A man of nerve, muscle, and vim, who la'shes tbt'ough this story as he flashed over CHAPTER 1. THE RED TRAIL OF THE ASSASSINS. Wait, by Gar t ot so fast." Short-Ear, the Indian bandit, sneered these words in the low burr of the Bannack Indian dialect. Dog-Foot, his aide and murderous assistant, snarled an answer. "Must hurry. We get caught. See, over there in the East? The morning breaks." / Dog-Foot, a Nez Perces Indian, pointed as he spoke the Lbng Trail, between Fort Assiniboine, in Montana, on Milk River, and Fort Marais, in Canada SHORT-EAR-CHTEF of the dare-devil Indian band of outlaws, who for years had been the plotting scourge of the }'lon tana, and Canadian border. A murderous "bad IndiilD." DbG-FooT-The bandit ass i stant to Short-Ear was like bis leader, a type of the meanest man on earth, a crooked Indian thug. SIDNEY Hou-The millionaire president of the Montana ami Canada Land and Timber Discovery Company. He is a man who chose the devious path when. had he not plotted to gain his fortune by crooked methods, his natural ability would have been sufficient to have achieved great results. SAM TURCK-The unfortunate station-keeper of the Bitterwater Gap s tation, on the Frontier Pony Express Line. DEER-HoRN-An Ass i n iboine Indian, and a right good fellow at that. SUN-MIST-The wife o f Deer-Horn, and an Indian woman that was r ed to the core, but white in many ways. WIND-INTHE-CLOun-A Squaw-Man, and one of the dreaded band of outlaws l e d by Short-Ear. where through the forest showed the gleam of the coming day. Never mind the morning," replied Short-Ear, II eh? You want to get killed? Sam Turck wake up soon. He find us here. Then he kill two Indian, by Gar! The two Indians glared aCeach other. For' a moment, it looked as if a deadly duel would follow. . Around the two red-men was the splendid American forest in mid-summer. Only twentY-five miles from Assiniboine, on

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. ) I Milk River, in M ontana, and hardly fifty from benea t h a n a s h tree, apd wjth a grunt t ook the can of th e Canada line, the tw.o Indians might just. as well kero s e ne fro m his back. . be buried' in the d epths of the far fStr Lool > 1 he said as t he d9wn to the valley as a bsol qtr; was c;:o n cerned. ( '!:,. beneath. tall copper:.coloreci ndlan, whoseregtrShort -Ear saw a beautiful scene . lar feattlres v v e r e .scowling with m a d rage, was A wh'ite road had been cleft out of the great f o rest. k nown i n North e r l l Montana. It ran lik e a long winding ribbon, a band that He was it j b a d-Indian." )" was t o be seen fox: miles . H i s gan g o bandits WqS the s courge of the country_ D i rect l y beneath the feet o f the India n was a n Fortunately, h e liv ed 'most of the time on the Canadian adobe hut, its log sides an d r o of having been pl as t e red s i de of' t h e bo rGer-line bv t h e earth o f the land about it. This mad e i t eas i e r for the Americans to beat' his -What w a s, e vidently, a s ta'bl e fo r h orses,' s tood at p resence w h e n h e s tole among them. The Canadians one side of the log cabin w hil e b y grazing a f e w were equC\Ily o-l a d of h i s abs'ence from their land. c ows and h orses, while a f a mil y o f chickens was bus i l y w ith a great eiIort, regained copunand engaged in scratching away although the. first glint o f of himsdf. .' '''. .' the mornirig 'was only to be seen and the clear stars '" vVhJ( we fig ht, by Gar","he. said. of splendid s ummer nights w ere still t w ink-. Dog.,.l" oot s hru g ged. his shoulders with' -the. terse ling in the sky. manner of' a n Indi a n wh.o like' all o f his breed hated "That the Pony Express station, eh?" a sked Dog" t o t alk. ,/ . Foot . By j Ga r ," S h ort-Ear, y ou go s o fitst my feet "Yes," "-. I wea ry'. \iVh y yo u hurry s o heap much, Dog-Foot?" Ii W here SaIn'Turck liv e ? " M u s t hurrt No time t o los e muttered Dog-Foot. Yes He keep the statiQn," .. \ V e no k ill w hit e m an if he get up by morning Jight. Where the Pony Express rider, Gus Baxter, change get t here quic k W e kill him f o re he up, from his horse dat, eh?'" \ hi s l a s t s l ee)9." . "Yes. Last stat.ion dis between F ort Assinibo in e Ver y good, very good," answere d ShorhEar, "we in Montana, and Fort Ma ra is, ove r the Canada b o rder. leav e .,Fort .t).ssiniboine il'l big hurry We travel so Sam Turck, he keep dis station? fast' how,' I ge t we ary. Kill white man; good, but Ye s "n o t kill' self. No, n,ot much good that." c Sa m Turck li v e all alo ne ?" Bog-Foot g ru n ted.' "Yes. He live, here all al o ne He much keep s ta-But he.:.redo u b l e d hi s speed: ti o n here f o1' h o r s e o f P o n y Express rider." T h e best pace that Short-Ear could muster! was re" I t o ld y o u dat befo re stup id Indiap. quire d for hi m t o k!,!ep up with his companion. \Vell wha t of d a t ? We now go k ill Sam Turck. But after hi s first co m p laint, Short-E a r made no D e n w e go get m oney fro m B i g White Chief." f ur

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AMERICAN INDIAN \lVEEKLY. a picked up one .ofthe oil cans, and began silently hur ryjng through the bushes and rank vegetation, toward the station. '" ,-"What we do nexU" asked 'D0g-Foot, who, the station was reach.ed, insisted in, giving the leadershin to Shf)rt-Ear, . On the way to'tfle',station Dog-Foo t took, the place of leader, because he did not know where the station could be found by 'going through the dense forest: Neither Indian cared to go to Bitterwater Gap sta tion by way of the road over which thehorse of Gus Baxter, Pony Express rider, darted each day, either in going to, or corning" from, one end or the. other of his perilous jourpey: The, Indians' mission U!as one of blood. The were bent, on a murderous errarid. So Dog-Foot, w'ho knew the way thrqugh the track less wilds was installed as leader for the trip, Short Ear, who was the real leader, falling back to the place of the lead, although, usually, he did the planning for his treacherous gang of Indian and half-breed bandits, the terror of the cou,ntry, quite as much a:s ever Jesse James and his bancL terrorized the midd,1eWest. No\\, we you boss," whiSpered Dog-Foot. Short-Ear nodded.' Cut brush," pe replied. \ He showed his companiort what he meant by cutting small bushes' from the, u nderbrush. These he into a s6rt of broom, which he then r fastened tq a ( taIL-sapling, making a gigantic' handle about ten feet long, .from (!me end of which the brusH stuck out quite like a great brqom. Dog-Foot made the same kind of a broom,. and with these queer looking things on their ,shqulders, and car rying the US1:1al rjfle t,ightly in, one)1and, and the cans of oil under their arms, the two saVages gently crept down to the white road, across it, softly, stole t6 the shadows that clung about the long adobe sta. tion hpuse. There the Indians listened long and a:ttentively. Not a sound cQ,uld be' heard, except the low steady breathing of ,some one asleep in the station cabin, and the call5 of the night animals and birds, '\V,hich echoed thiqugh the forest, as they lold of the approach of day. "All right. Sam 'J::urck he sleeps," whispered Short, He stooped, as he speke, and with his hunting knjfe cut the entire top of the can containing the ten gallons of kerosene out, thus maKing a grea t cup. . Then he cut' a few short strands from his long black hair which hung far below shoulders. He threw the strands in the air. Then he kne""'i which way the wil}d wa qlowing: Over and over, the men sent the deadly vapor. on its mission of death. /, Ugk," [ leng!h remarked D?g-Foot H oil all gone," ,,' "Mine too," replied Short-Ear. "\iVhat next?" queried Dog-Foot. "You hide Dushes, front of cabin. I hide bushes, b'lcl l of cabin, Wpen Sam 'I.Jurck run your way, you shoot, kill him. If he come my way, I shoot, kill him. See? "Stirely, I see," Dog-Foot, as he hurried by stealthy steps toward his assigned place of ,concealment. , Before he went to his side of the cabin, 'Dog-Foot's companion, with wily Indian forethought, took large bit of brush with which he went over"the entire ground about the cabin, and effaced traces of any -Indian moc casin. No one WOUld' bear evidence against hini by fitting either his or l!>og-Foot's moccasin into tracks made in the foot or more of dust that lay thick on side.' ' Good,'" said as h e watched SllOrt..:Ear's forethought. Short-:Ear. then stole with cat-like tread, so softly pressing the ground with the toes of his that not a single impression was left in the earth to the cabin. He leaned over. There was a flash: as he ignited his match. A single star of flame ,remained; as .the Indian stole back to cover. l'hen silence fell., 'Two lean brown tubes ,were trained from each side of the cabin, as the structure was built half within the shield of a hill that towered above it. The tubes were the rifle muzzles of the two bandits. The star of flame had become a great comet of ,striding fire. It seemed to stand still a moment. Then it caught the great space of oil soaked wood. Whoof i Thus' sounded' s harp little explosion with wtiicli the kerosene caught fire. _' In ten seconds, the fire ran up/the roof of the cabin; down over the sides, and then the entire structure was ablaze, No so'und yet .from the sleeping man, Sam Turck, who was within, weary with his day of. toil, and in the early hours, trying to restore his los:t energy. The flames swepJ on, making great towers of swirling smoke that arose thick and pungent on the stili night air. .' ,Then there came a cry of alarm. The cry was one of fear and pain. I The flarpes now had crept into the cabin. They licked up the dry, oil stained timbers"like mad. 0 Short-Ear, as as he had discove 'red the direc of the wind, moved the can so, that a& he dipped his brush broom in it, he could then shower the sides a,nd .top of the long with the inflammable, 'deadlY Itquld. there out a dr,eadftil cry of angUIsh. It stirred ,the depths of the' forest with its :vild ap-His was the thoftght of an incendiary Indian, bourid to surely set fire to the home of a foe, no matter what trouble the act caused. Like r:i:in, the kerosene feli on the doomed cabin Dog-Foot caught the idea of his chief in a moment:" He rip ped open the remaining ten gallon can of oil. broom of brus,hes soon was sending its rainy, misty" -del;tdly cargo ove17upoll cabin, each Indian keeping clear of' the' stuff by statfdin.g so that thec wind blew away from them, but cabin. I "J peal. A door burst. open, From out' of the cabin dashed a tall tower flame from which came hideous scre
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,c. THE AMERICAN INDIAN \VEEKL-Y. The shots rang over the scene, as two jets of flame crept from the muzzles of the rifles. Sam Turck, aged man, old trapper and hurtter had met his fate at iast. now talked quite like white men for each, although neither was more than twenty-five years of age, from childho o d had associated with white-folk, and SPoke Engli h quite like their white brothers. Short-E1:lr then turned again to Dog-Foot, and asked him to leave him alone with Wind-Iti-The-C1oud for \i'\Tith a last wild yell of pain and horror, he fell on his side, with bullet wounds through his head and nis heart, dead; while the flames the India:n bandits had \ kindled, licked the flesh from his bones, and in less __ than half an hour a charred, smoking corpse was all that was left of the brave white man, who lay near the charred and blackened ruins, still smoking, of Bitterwater Gap station, of the Frontier Pony Express Line. a few moments. As soon as Dog-Foot had depa{"ted within the cave, leaving his companions 'at its entrance, Short-Ear tinued the conyersation. Did you talk with the white man who is here?" he asked. .t Xo." replied \Yind-In-The-Cloud. "\Vas the white man alone?" "Yes." CHAPTER II. THE BANDITS AT HOME. "Ugh!" "How. f These exclamations met'" the two Indian bandits, Short-Ear and Dog-Foot, two hours later, when they rode into their camp, which was situated on Mills R i ver, about twenty miles through the immense forest, from where they had left the murdered remains of Sam Turck. The bandit camp was situated in a large cave, half way up a great mountain I t had been so placed by the treacherous Short-Ear so that he.coul d always keep a look-out from his airy perch. The country all around about W:j.S to be seen by any watcher. There could be no surprise of the camp unless the. watcher was asleep t his post. No member of the gang of bandits cared to thus flirt with death by not attending to duty. No general ever visited derelict ion of duty with quicker punishment than Short-Ear, the bandit. The bandit gang at the time in question consisted of a bout twenty-five young 'men, all Indians or halfbreeds, with a few exceptions. These exceptions came from whi te men who had married squaws in .Short-Ear's band and thus had become members of it. One of these, whose white name was now merged in his Indian one 0. Wind-In-The-Cloud, was the guard who greeted the two chief bandits when they arrived in the camp. Among the Squaw-men, in the bandit camp, WindInThe-Cloud was the most looked up to of any of the white men. Usualry the Indians greatly disliked the white husband of a red wife. "All well?" asked Wifid -InThe-Cloud of the two bandit chiefs. All well," came the quick reply. H Anyone come? H .Yes." "\i'\Tho?" asked Short -Ear. "White man." "Had the pass-word?" H Yes." Short-Ear thought awhile to himself. His lowering face showed that his was an important one. H Tell one of our young men to take these horses f a r away and sell them," Short-Ear finally remarked. H They smell too much of Sam Turck's blood to be in our camp. They might be traced to us, and as DogFoot knows, it is weli not to have them here." Both the Indians had dropped the laconic slang they used as a point of honor when on the war-path. They "Did he come on horse back?" "Ye ." "\Vas he well armed?" He carried revolvers in his belt, and a riRe. That all that I could ee. He may have had other weapons concealed in his garments." Short-Ear nodded. "Did he have other things?" Short-Ear continued. "On his shoulders was strapped a knapsack," replied \Vind.In-The-Cloud. "'Vas it a heavy one?" "Ye. The white man seemed to set much store by it." "Where did you place the white man? "In the inner cave." "Good. I will go and talk with him." Sho"rt-Ear trode away quickly, while Wind-In-The Cloud threw hi riRe over his houlder and began his weary tramp about the cave in a wi e circle, his glances meanwhile shooting here and there as he tried to detcct the arrival of any pas ible enemy. The bandit, when on American oil, were careful of themselves. They knew that they were con tantly watched by the American Scout that plendid body of young men, who made it their btl iness to drive aJl lawle men from the American border. So Wind-InThe-Cloud was unceasing in hi care ful watchfulness. hart-Ear trode along like a man in the hurry of a great purpo e. He entereo the great cave where hi band lay at rest, but hardly replied to their greeting. Xearly every Indian wa dre ed like their chief, aTthouC7h orne had rivate room of Their leader. Like the outer room, it bore many furs of value as

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THB AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. y t, a ground covering, while a f ew twisted willo,clIairs, make a great deal of talk in not only Wall street, but a and some. small seats ; al s o 'mad: e of i i l v Vashington where YO\1 live," the Indian continued. tWIgS, ,made up the r emainder of th e furniture In the "Oh y es," replied Sidney Holt, "because when I place left Fort A,ss inib bine' I gav e ,to a friend the re, a letter." Standing in the'" center of cave was a white Oh, what was in the letter?" man. ,,_' ,/ It detailed, my coming here to I n eet you, gave a He was no border white man it was to ,be blue print pi o tljre of the you told me to take, seen. '"" an et' ended by saying : that itt five days time if I did not' His short, stubby form wa s ca s ed in a suit of retUrt l y o u were t o be found and made to why I had London-made riding clothes. ' not returned The letter fqrther told th at 1. agreed His around his w a i s t was all askew. t o me e t you here ". His revolvers swung far b ack, where his hand could Sh ort-Ear w'1s s urpri s ed not have reached them had he w i s hed, without much p recauti o n s ," h e smiled. "Did the letter awkward grappling, that would have given an ene!}lY, elpe?" as sure as Short-Ear, an imm e n se advantage in a fight M y WIll. I with the natural weapons of the time and place the What? American maci'e revolver. \ ,j." Yes . My will. And one' of the clauses in that will High riding boots and the f iny \Yheeled spur, w as that my e s tate of a good many dollars was not to instead of the great Spanish rowel, marked the be settled until were oaught and for stranger, as an Eastern' man. my murder." But a felt derby hat on his head, instead of the wide" W h at? brimmed sombrero, ""as the climax in the mind of A n d every man of your bandit gan g was to be Short-Ear. ' cau ght ali'o and hanged;" "A tender-foot, the 1nClian th o ught. ,; !You d are-say this to my face? Yet, after all, there was s omething -th a t commanded "Certain'! y W h y n o t? I s a y a nythin g I want to respect in the st'range'r. He look e d Ready Money i n t h e presen c e o f any man There i s one thing more. and, Indian as he was, Short-E a r knew what Ready Mv e s t ate is w o rth several millio n s, I do not think Monev was. i t "would take t ha n a h alf milli o n t o catch your Had any mq.1'). from Wall str,eet,. in New bartd and hq,n g everyone. So I think I. am pretty York City, heard the name tha t Sho rt-EGfr quickly safe here with YOUr band1t crowd, at that spoke with, profound respett, they would know at ShQrf-Ear s t a re d Tli e n h e burs t int o l aughter. once th,\fit sto04 for Ready Money! Sidney I{o'lt, milli o nair e, then q uietl y sat d own in a "This is Mr. 'Sidney H o lt? e queried Short;,Ear, willow l ook a v e r y expensive c i gar fr o m his with a low bow. pocket lighted i t ; and between g reat clouds o f smoke "Yes," came the reply in a thr oaty .while the sang this difty;. ,two keen eyes of the speaker looked t h e Indian over classified and ticketed him, in a jiff y , The fat red face. of the visitor did not change its express i o n as he awaited the seco nd que stion from the Indian. ; 1 "Have you brought tl:,Je twe nty -five thousand dollars with you?" askecIoShort-Ear. "Yes." '" I "Will you pay it over now?" When you have delivered the g o b d s." My father was frorn Bost on. My uncle was Judg e Lynch So darn yo'ur fire' and roastin ,' Y o u can n o t make me flinch." A s H olt w a s alo n e amid a gan g o f fi' erce and bloodthir s t y bandits, miles awa y fro m any civilized place, with $25,000 in g old' in a knapsack 'a:t his f e et, the ex hi b iti o n of nerve -wa s admirable-so admirable, that '" That is ; when 'you are s ure that I Short-Ear, leader of the b andit gang was greatly have killed pleased. Sam Turck." Yes." Sam Turck is dead." How do I know that?" Are you not going t o pay over that-cash until you are sure that he is dead?" , "I am not. Into Short-Ear's eyes there came a vindictive gleam . Is not that rather a foolish thing 1 0 when you are alone and' we a.re, n1.!illY he.re? "hissed, 'the Indian. Not' a bit. You would not dare to 'take the risk of killing me for the cash. It would lllean' that whil e you w01;lld get the easy enough, there would be too much hue and cry over m y death to suit you." The white man, spoke as h e lived. inan. in<;lirect manner. like the plotter that he at all time s The Indian bit his lip. He knew that the white man spoke the truth. /';;' "The'sudden disappearance of Sidney Hell-t, mil, 1ionaire-president of, the .M<;mtana arid Canada Land and Timber Disq:wery Compan y, ,it is ;1 ; Vou are what th ey ca ll b ack Eas t the Short-Ear crie d Now what d o you' want to prove, that S a m Turck' i s .dea d ? "Any m ark ab o ut him th.at you might describe, wqttld make me know first that you knew him and had marked hi s a s your pre y." / How will this do?" remarke d the Indian as he threw a h ;df charred bit o f flesh in th e lap ,of the ba,nker ,Holt picked up the flesh. 1', He dropped it a s if it had been a red-h9t iron It was the thumb. and part of the thumb's upper joint of a white man. With a twinkle in hi s e y e Short-Ear picked up the hum a n thl t m b : a n d p o inted -OUt t o the starin g eyes of the millionaire a tin y squar e tattoed in the thumb near the j oint. in the o f which were' the tw. o letters S. T." t '. ".Y kn9 w Sam did yop not?" purred the IndI a n In such a s oft v Q lce . r w lied 'tIl e s urpri sed banker and millionaire f a intl y :' ,:. , ,I,

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN, WEEKLY. I "You knew of this mark on his thumb?" Holt's face kept the secret of his thoughts well Yes." , He allowed, no trace of his feelings to appear W"ll h ?" to the 'quiet watohful eyes of the false-hearted Indian. I you pay over t e mopey now. ' For ans-yver Holt the leatl:!er knapsack at hIS At length Holt spoke. ' feet ,toward the Indian. What are you going to do wIth all your money? Holt's face was h,eld in firm 'control, buthisJeeliqgs he asked curiously. wen; berr,ayed by the '\Yhiteness about his mouth "On7 quar'tir comes to :ine., goes to "you killed Sam Turck, 1 see'," 'he remarKed amlhis Dog-Foot, who helped me kIll Sam The rest,1 voice was almost inaudible. " shaH divide among my gang accordmg to' each man s "Yes,'" replied Sh0rt-Ear, "we killed him, Dog-rank. l.'here will much money for us all. A. good Foot and V' day's work, quite the byst we have had in years. Ho I Then he detailed the terrible death of the unfottu-Ho' nate Pony Express rider station-man's death. Holt's face was,the, picture of disgust. ,Holt grew whiter and whiter as the sickening ta:l e But he had much more to exact from the Indian was unfolded. He look'ed like a man who was about bandit, and so after a breath, Holt continued. to faint, and finall.y; when the Indian told of; the "There IS as mU ,ch more money coming to you if screams and groans of the burning man, and told hpw you will take more 'risk," he added. he and his compariiolJ. had poured shots from their' eyes twinkled with cupidity. into the dying form, Holt jumped up and 'ian Good," he said. "Good. Tell me ,all." to the outer part of the cave. "The removal' of Sam Turck does much good for "I must have air,"-he murmured. "Give,me air." me,'" Holt continued. "It is a good work that you Holt soon' recovered His nerves ,recovered have done, but to carry out my plans and make sure their tone and he returned to Short-Ear with his grip' of my success" there is another matter that you may upon his feelings fully recovered. take up.'" Short-Ear sat on a great Buffalo robe when Holt What is it? < re-entered his private room. '. It concerns a woman." He wa, s coolly counting the little stacks of gold "That is"'not good. I hate to kill a woman. They which -he had heaped about him.' scream so when they die. Besides there is so much I "1. see that you pay me in gold," he said with his more fuss made over the death of a woman. Out here cunnipg leer. " It is bette r tl:!at w:qx. Gold can x1ht the white men fight for the woman. East, the white be eh? Greenbacks can be traced I know, men fight to oYer.!come ',il woman. Here it is dangerous much comes from greellbacks. Bills have ,to kill anything but men. Men out here expect to die, numbers and I do not like them. Yes, it is ttl1e as you with their boots on, eh?" white men say, 'mQney talk IS,' and sometimes it talks-' "You will not the job?" / in the way that means this." First teH me the job. Then I decide." leered as he the motion of a hapg\ "There is a woman that must be -ah, removed, man putttng a rope the neck of a condemn'ed before we can call our case exactly clear of trouble." man. V,rhat trouble, you mean, eh? "Be careful' ," said Holt. "We must stick together "'1 mean that there is a woman who does not know in this case." \ ,. -> yet, t hat she is in my way." ,"If wedo riot, we willhang separately, eh?", re"Yes? You want her killed lest she know, eh?" turned Short-Ear. ", Exactly." .1 Folt shuddered. -. ',,' Is she an ,old'woman? ,Short-Ear was used to deeds of violence. He had S0 "No, a young woman, and I hear a very pretty long been' daily face to fa'ce 'with was yoting woman, at that." to. his and loved' to make jokes as to ". A pretty woman. Oh, some hIS pUl11shment If he was found to be the man who whIte man love her. W ow! I kill here and I kill there had cotpmitted the qimes which he was oaily doing, hut men always. No kill a woman whom a white quite as a matter of .,' love. He worse than to face a grizzly bear robbed of Holt wondered at hIm: her whelps. No, no kill white girl. Not 1." "You would kill ipe tomorrow," Holt saId, if some Holt swore under his breath. w:ould pay. yOll?" , ' ,," { Now you twenty-five thousand dollars forwould kill you for twenty-five dollars.
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY) 7 around next boy to steal his chicken he.,Put his what his plan' was, addin that he would like to know on IndIan boy. I steal chicken. He catch me it before making a final bargain.. \ stealmg. H.e cut my right ear off so-" "Never you mind," the Jndian answered. "How we Short-Ear as he spoke raised the long hair that hung kill girl is my not yours. You come here and about his shoulders. pay the money. when we kill git;l, eh? saw that o 'nly half ,m ear remained on the In-Holt saw that he \y.ou.hl be'. able to carry dIan snead. It was a scarred maimed member dis. ters further unless he chimed 111 wIth plans of the in its deformity., .,. 'savages. I . :'Sam Turck, he other piece of my ear on his V goo1," he .s
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r!I THE AMERI,CAN' INDIAN Y. I hav e a hunting box, or a small ra'nch, near the F ort. That is where I spend some of my summers." Good . Then we can "send word there." "You nay, but be careful how you do it," a"Never y:o u f ear. You get messageJ:>imeby. Th'en a wondedul l a rge pine tree, t ottering and twisting on its base. . The tree was e asily t we nty-five feet 111.. and m u s t have. been m ore than hundred fee t 111 hei g ht. h f It was tottering t oward t e narrow passage-way 0 you an.swer i t. Yoy no get caught." . .', Agam the red man made the motIOn of putt111g ope abollt a criminal's neck. .. the trajl. It fall i n,g directl y the head of the little pa rt y, vvhi c h 130 b Hunt l ed. Holt's face wore a pained look. " .stop' that ) I s ay. It makes m e nervous," he said. "YOLl white m en SO, funny," rej oine d Short-Eat: "YOll pay J n dia n t-o k ill but you 'fr a id o f what -will happen. Ugh ." Together the t w o conspirators left the ca v e. Th'e horse o f Holt sto o d pawing the ground in impatience. The .animal was a splendid Engli s h ,hunter. He / woul d carri hi s owner b ack. t o hi s ranc h in quick time, the I ndian, thought. Be ve, r y ca l1eful," Holt warned. "YOLl no worry," c r i e d Short-Ear, Hopewelr i s ,goo. d as dead. W e kill her \oon a nd w e get that' fif t y -thousand cas h reward. YOll s leep weel!. v V e get g i rl bill"Leby May b e n o .mor e week. May b e two weeks. But we will s .ee s h e d i e soon. H e H o .,. The trail having b ecome so narrow, all .the party. h ad d i smounte d The t w o I ndians were-"bnngmg up the r ea r with the riding h o r ses and two led pack' animal s of the party I As has bee n said, B o b Hunt was in the lea d. Nex t came Gr-ace H op e w ell, her sweet face aglow w ith h ealth. Directly behind her came Hug h Tre n t, who liked to look o fteJ]. into the blue eyes o f the c harmin g gir1. r .'Nhen he hear d Hunt cry out, Trent without mOllY grasped Gra<;e -by the arm and swung qUIckly back of him. The ac,tio n s howed the ?plendld s t rengt h of the young govtr,rnment ofiic i a l ; and then, as fac e was b lanched 111 h orror, Bob Hunt came chargmg back toward the 'rest of t h e par ty, a v eritab1e ma n o f deeds a n d courage CBA PTER III. A GIRL'S P ERIL. tree" Look out the tre e iJ3 f a lling! f The tre.e i s b ound to fall down this trail ," he shou t ed. "We only h ave a momen t t o try and sav e Press hard to t h e r i g ht into the underbrush W ith a ShOl,)t -Bob' Hunt, trapper and American M ounted Scout, y elled th,iswarning. H i s words r a n g throu g h the f o r est, and attracted the attention of the other members of his party, Grace Hopewell, H u g h Trent, Deer-Horn, an Indi a n guide, a nd SunM ist, his Indian wife. T h e party was d e ep in the WOOds, on the Long T rail that r a n f r o m Fort Assiniboine, to Fort Marais, whither Grace H opew ell was b ound, h av ing accepted a positi o n as teacher in the Indi a n sc'hool a t the latte r point., ,'. H ugh Trent was from the United States Land Of fice, and h a d b een a ssignea to report on the question of timJ:)er l a n ds in Northern Montan,a, and on the"" C anadia n border. /. Deer-Horn, a faithful Assiniboine Indian guide, and hi s i linpass iYe w ife, with good Bob Hunt, made up the remainder of the and they had been traveling al o n g i h the e arly 'afternoon of a hot summer day,' wh e n Bob Hunt, who was in the lead ( shouted his The 'situation was extremely criticq.1. T.he party had proceeded dow the trail until it dipped to the left and ran ,down a steyp grade. The s12lendid monarchs of forest den;set" her e than a t any other point. They inade on each side of the trail, almost a solid wall of g r,eat amid which the underbrush.and seeond gTowth timber was so -thick that 110 one could te it. 1 The trail was not !]lore than six feet wide ; and when one starte d along it, one was in a sort of trench of forest with great trees, luxuriant in growth, whos!! leafy branches made almost a tropical scene; a scene only p ossible in ,the Montana forests, where probably the fodt of man had-n ot presse the ground for ma.ny' years. f At the top of a slight hit) the trail ran more open in its winding; and there right ahead was to be seen "\Ne n ,ay tha t way .". The p a rty followed this order delivered as it was at the t o p o f a fine pair o f lun gs. J Trent ass i sted Grace t o crawl as f a r down a s s he could in the 'sr nalle s t h ollow of -the trail a n d almo s t rudel y t h r u s t her sideways into t h e bushes that sco red am! brui s e d herface a n d a r ms. T h e two Indians with true Indian cunning had seen t he d a n ge r almost a s q ui c kly as had Hunt. The y simply into the landsc,ape. They we r e s afe in a mom e n t. Hu n t himself followed the I n dians' lea d ; and fearin g t h a t there w a s h ope o f savi n g either him self or a n y of the whites in the cav alcade Hunt awaited the crash. / The t.re e t ottered. It around. It fell fo r ward with a great sottgh of wind; while trees tha t would have b e en consi-dered t all, if it h a d n o t been that o ne h a d seen this gigantic pine, the Mona r c h o f the Fores t were swept under, it like a tiny chip disappear in g \londer the mighty w av es of a sea. With a crash that sounded like the e xplosion of a gre at park of artillery, the tree fell directly down the nar, r o w trail where the defenceless paTty of traveler s were cowecing. When tj1e tree struck tJ1e e arth, G r ace H o pewell thought the world had come to an end. Never had she heard such a dreadful crash. S p linter s covered. her like raiR. Something struck her a fearful blow a cross her shoulders: She lost consciousness. When she came to herself again, she was being lifted from under a large bough of the tree. It was this which had struck her. "No bones broken," she heard Bob Hun cry. Anyone killed? 'I Hunt gently assisted the girl to a place of greater safet y across from the tree at one side of the trail. Grace shuddered as she saw Trent standing in the

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY .. 9 wiping the dripping blood from a nasty cut on HU111 then be an a search among the branches of hIS scalp. But he at ,least was alive. 'the tree. Pirtned under the tree, dead, with its backl crushed, At length he ga:ve a loud cry of s?ccess ,.. was one of the pack-'horses. The other animals were Trent hurried to where the Amencan Scout stood. in fright amid,the broken limbs of the tree; He held il'lllis hands a: new rope.."end. The reJUainder and Ind,an man nd 'Woman who appeared from of the could be seen twined aooutthe tree. nowhere, apparently, ;were trying to quiet the fright,. Just as t tHought, Hugh," said Hunt. "Someone ened animals. had sawed the tree almost through at its base. Tben I t was a sight she never forgot. the cowards I'tied this rope ahout the tree about fifty In the foregroul1:.d, lJ,ah:! arid hearty, Hunt was yellfeet up its .!?ranches., They awaited our an? 109 orders. /' they began teetering the tree toward the traIl, untIl The great tree, 'whose massive trunk seemed only our party got, in the very narrowest spot. Tpey then a few hours before C\.ble to resist the centuries of onpuIled with mIght main and the great tree cam.e corning days, was -now shivered into a dozen rengths cashing down upon us. Had I not happened to see It ,of timber. tottering just before it fell, and shQuted 10llg enough Trent bound up his head with his han,dkerchjef, for us to make some preparation, we would all have which Grace ,after her own hurts were looked to by the I been buried beneath it, crushed to death, bleeding Indian w,9man, irisisteti in replacing the handkerchief, mass of bone and muscle '." by a bandage taken from her valise strapped to the Tnmt's face was a study in surprise. dead YOtl are right, Bob," he said. "It. is plain that Hurry up, De_er-Horn," c ried Bob Hunt: "Get the there was a conspiracy to murder us." pack off that dead horse and distribute it about the Bllt who is behind this," questioned Hunt. "Who other animals ., When you get yo head fixed, is there that would interest enough in you or I come o yer here. Get an axe off the pack We to kill us?" have got to hew a path out f o r ourselves so we can Tr$,nt shook his he,ild. get the horses by this wreck. I would like to know "1 hey are not after us," he said With great signifiwhyAhat big tree tumhled just when it did." eanee. : Tl'ent soon joineq and the twc> s t1'9n% men "Aft r the Indians?" made the woods ring with the music of their a)([es as "Certainly not." ,;they hewed aWay at the wreck and began making a "ThentGrace HopeWell is the only one left in the path through which to proceed on their, journey.party." I can't und-erstand matter at all," said, Hunt She is the one I mean." t o .Trent as he hewed away. "What? " What matter?" asked Trent. "Yes. I mean that she the one this fearful plot is The fall of that tree." directed at-she is the one that it was hoped the tree It is not unusual for a tree to' fall in these great would fall fores ts, eh? ,,--, ,_ "Oh, you must be mistaken. Who would want to N ot at :1.11 for a -rotten time-worn tree t o fall. This murder girl, who can not in her short tree i s n t rotten." life have been in touch with -any chain of events that Trent looked carefully over the fallen monarch. might an attempt to kill her.", By Jove, you ? a re right," he answered. '.' This "I know my idea seen;lS silly, but I am c 0nvinced tree is as sound as a doUaL It would have stood for that I arn correct." y e a r s if-by George, what is this? "'vVe had better ask Grace H o pewell it she knows A s Trent spoke he pointed t o the base of the tree. of anyone that would wish to destroy her." There at abOttt five feet fro m tfte ground" was the "On your life, no. Do not say a word of our sus-plain mar k o f a fiross-cu t saw, The t ree had been piti o ns to her. After all, we may be wrong Your saw ed i n t wo. '\ duty out here in looking over the ,timber lands may be Both m e n darted to the tree stump at the top of the behil1d this attempt. Timber thieves have D e en busy incline, Or hill whence it had fallen. here for years. w e have a greed to let Grace go The stu1n p Was smooth, the tath of the sdw c @uld be with u s t o Fort Marai s whither we are going on plai n ly s e e n w hile a little pile of s a w-d u st added ev ide nce timber work we will ju s t say nothing, b ut w ill charge t o the tttttte testimony so clea r l y presented. our selves with'" the duty of protecting her to her Trent and Hunt stood looking at each other jn open journey s end., On the road, if this be an attempt at m o uthed wonder. . assassination, of the girl, 'other attempts will be made." It wa & not 'due to nature, that the great'tree fell Trent saw the justice and wisdom of H;unt'? plan. right where it looked a pretty sure thing to kill us;" It's the best way," he said. "You are quite right. said Hunt. "This is a plant. Some dne is,trying to It may all just a suspicion on our part. But I wish kill u s It was a brave attempt at our murder."1 I'had not urged the g i.l tQ join our party." T ren t l o oked serious.' "Oh, that is ,all tight replied Hunt. "How could It can not be possible. Who would want to kill you help it ?She was anxious to get to Fort Marais at us? o nce. The stage-coach over the stage line between "I do not know," replied, H,unt. "But some ope Fort and Fort Marais only runs every cut that tree dowrt. Sorne Oll. e managed to have it fall two and she could not go by the daily Pony while we were passing. ,I will bet my head ,to a foot Express f OUfe, you see. He only carries himself that somewhere among limbs we will find and the ,mail ih his packet on his body. He makes a tIi e rope with. She c p nspirators tree trip each every day, a 'nd so she wrote that when o n 1tS base as we came, along, and dIreeted .'lts fall she:1had that you going to make _up into the narrow trail.,!' a party to travel to Fort Marals, that she would ac-I' ,I _,

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)'HE AMER1cAN INDIAN 'WEEKL Y. F' company Uli, and told her Canaaian friends 'to' expect that a wonderful thing for flesh and her ,by the end ; of.the us. I 'dOll't s ;ee) ts hor s e e s h to accoplplish? J YOtl can blame yourself ,for aIlowmg. her to comewtth But when' ,the rnilroad made steel gridirons of the .,us. , /', ' great Western pli:lills and t!:e country Anyway she ,is' here, and we must protect 'her:.!' 1 into ribb'ons, the Pony-Express 'boer was pushed ,back-" 'Of course." .. .", <:': ward with the old stage-coacH, and Jerky, Do vou know anyt4inoabout the life of the "of the ord time, until now, that part of the Golden girl?" ,:::. ;. , West is to be 0!1 the / N orth-West bound-'" SHre I do She is a "good sweet girl, born 'near' aries of An:enca. Fort Assiniboine. I knew her father and mother; her Save for the etghty miles of nde that Gus Baxter father was in the tirp,Qer Eusiness." "now tooK was no Pony Express rider in '\ He \ alI the distrIct he covered. Yes: He and" his brother-in-law were together ih The regular mail coach that ran only Forts their younger qays quite noted timber men.': 1 Assiniboine to over the "VVhen the 'father 'and mother of Grace died she Canadian only made the tnp., once m every two went to ,Fort Assiniboirie to live with SOl1;le distant:' weeks : . I faney her .father's did not pan ot,tt There waS mticl. husiness between the two points, well, and-\ 9 i gce she l>ecarne a young woman has arounq ea<;h Fort-a town of several thousand people bee n t.eaching 'iFl the Fort's Indian, schoo1." 'Ii: ',had grown. (, An<;l me-de quite a a teacher has .' Restive Il,lercFiants each side of the border had bee n given an offer of a much better situation at Fprt tried to get their governments to put on Mit',ais, whence is now bound in our charge'!' . quicker mail serv!ce ,,:,hich would force the mati "Y'es." .; coaches to be increased III numbers, buf no result had Trent a h d Hunt ha'ving by this time off it been met with. path the party could pr9<;eed on its way, were. Finally, tpe together s!arte.d the Frontier hurrYIn g back to the horses wheJ they met Deer-Horn Pony Express wd:h Gus Baxter as/Its rIder . walking towilrd them. ; HiS' impassive face was less impassive. 'j. He was a wonderful little,bunch of a man of spjrit ',.' he said with the usuill Indian salutation. and endurance . I get neyvs.v ":,. " Winter,' or" SUIl,lmer, through storm, or through two/ men e ;schangedglances . They'werenbt pleasant weather,over the" Expres' s Trail," as it surl}rIsed Deer-H prn, led them away aQQut ,fifty was called, Baxter weRt racing at top speed. feet -from the trait.". Eighty miles -one way one day. There, iB th<: soft earth could be plainly the Racing back eighty miles the next day. tracks of feet. ( ott Seven days in the week They, all pointed tow 'ard the tree which had so nar-How did he stand it? rowly escaped crushing the party., ' He changed horses every twenty-to-twenty-five Bob Hunt went dow, n on hands and knees to ex-miles, less at times. amine the tracks, " Thus the hors,es were kept fit; but how about their :: Indian, S . wore moccasins;" he said simply. rider? The., ass assills a:fter Grace Hopewell Indians,") By all the laws of, physicIa ns, he ought to have ,Trent. "", broken down years ago.. ,;,. 'f!unt '. ',-, Bu' t here ,he was daily darting as fast as his As he' a s1)o1' sounded far to tne left. It r'!.ng great thoroughbred running-horses could, go now over through the ears Of, the party..Jike the ,of doom.. his long stretch of eighty miles of level road; then A long howl of rage and fear came drifting along on along a fearful edge of a great precipice; again down the sunlmer breeze, steep mountain crags, to a level of splendid trail. olves, 1;'imber wolves," sried Hunt "They are A great life. One of hurry, and bustle and hustle. purSllll).g us." So, a ,long at speed, quite as fast as his mag-The uncanny hpwl of the great 1;>!asts came nearer' mficent horse could go, hurried Gus Baxter, on the an,1 ne,ar},!r.. ,; < morning ;:tfter the death of Sam .Turck. To horse, cned Trent. "The timber At regular intervals the horse of the Pony Express wolves ,are .on our trail." Rider was cha:nged. not try to. more a twenty-mile .t;IP one of hIS SWIft horses each. day. Some tImes he change, horses every twenty-five miles when gomg was good; often in a mountainous part of the trail, he changed his every ten miles. Baxter's arrival at' a change-horse station was a sl?lendid picture.of the olden days. He would come crashing to the station where the I;>e. holding his new impatient steed In readmess wlth hIS eager nose pointed in the direction he was to ,go. O? his 'weary horse under whip and spur, the /Ittle' come flying down the trail. Not wa hng for hiS h.orse to stqp, Baxter would fling hlmself from the. pantlllg animal, his mail-

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN' WEEKLY. ') bag with him; w.ould Jump on the fresh horse with H e tied his horse to the, nearest tree and began splendid ;tgility, and' with a shout would go tearing looking carefully around , Horse and riaer were bearing not an inch 01 superl'iteratecl all the tracks. They knew why they ,didthat. fluous weight. They had cooked it up to kill poor wonder cut extremely elo ie. why-was it to rob him? H1S were of moose-skin, and met a pair of A s he spoke' 'Gus Baxter hurried over to the wreck with a pair of aluminum spurs. of tIt e c ,abin. , Baxter carried a single 45-caliber revolver. The fla m es had done their work" well. Only a heap His horse wore a saddl' e that was made for racing; of ruins remained of the station-liouse. just a suggestion of a saddle. Every bit of leather in There was an odd scent in the air. bridle or on the saddle was 1l1-ade of ,deer-skin to reo, The nostrils of Baxter kept sniffing the weight. "I've got it," triumphantly cried Baxter.' ; It's As it cost one dollanto carry a 'letter from F qrt to kerosooe. It smells of kerosene." I Fort and no one could more than five ounces in He went into a brown study, forgetting his ma;il. a single package; it meant money to patronize the line, his mission of speed, an in his wonderment. although extretpely thin paper and cypher wording, I "Whoever dicHhis, ried Baxter, "planned it well. economized in bulK or weight. They sprinkled kerosene about here to give t he flames The little flat mail-pbckets of thin leather were greater spyed." strapped the rider's thighs, and would, hold only Then h e began poking idly among the embers. about the 'weight and size of a boy's school-book. Nothing but the black dirt ,frQm the embers were So Gus Baxter was hurrying along at his usual turned up by the stick for some time. breakneck speed' and was getting ready to change from, Tk?en Ba:x;ter found that something retarded his his weary horse to' one .at Sam Turck's; Bitterwater po mgs. Gap Station. He dug deeper. With a whiz and a l oud he dashed down the .Then he gave a quick upward wrench. hl11 toward the station expecting that as usual Sam Out came a strong manilla paper envelope tied with would h.ave the change. ,h9ss reaay,,before a strong red bit of official looking tape. the statton -, Ha! cried Baxter as, he pounced on' the en-Instead the horse awaiting him, Baxter saw a There in the handwriting'" of Sam Turck, long thin whirl of smoke ascending from' the ruined which Baxter knew as well as he didhis own, a name' d was written. an blackened remains ofthe Bitteiwater Gap Station. Baxter pulled his -horse out of his stride with one, Baxter re'ad the superscription which w as as fol. stalwart arm. lows: MIS S GRACE HOPEWE LL His big revolv:er came whirling to his"-other hand Fort Assiniboine with the motion of the practiced shot Montana. Click! Click! Person?-l Only. The deadly weapon came to a full cock. For several I)1inutes Baxter stood lost in thought. Under out at a swift lope, not the mad pace ., I this girl he finally' said half aloud. "I of his mail-ride, Baxter hurried 6nward toward the know her, well. But why is this letter tor her? Why station. '''', did this letter these flames? Does this .letter Sam! dh, S,am! ,, cried Baxter. tell the reason for death 'of the poor old station-There was no answer. '1,,,, keeper?" A draft of wind took a ti n y pointer-l}ke shaft of For half an hour Gus Baxter continued his search. smoke frdm where it was idly piercing the. sky; and Nothing resultrd from it. . .swept it over tb a""tharred something that lay 'in the Not a bit of paper did he unearth., Not a single clue road side. w'!s found which would point to anything that pos-Baxter threw Kimself from horse. sibly could lead to a solution of the reason s for the ,. It's poor olel Sam Turck,"the rider whispered as murder of the old man, came to light. he knelt QY the sid' e of the cha 'rred disgusting remains ,By one of those strange freaks of fate which seem of what had been the theery old man such a short time always'to be left behin9 by even the most "calculating before. ,.' ,'of crimi.flals ; was jtjst this envelope address 'ed to "J'qor old Sam. Shack fire 'when he was the ,gi:l; left fhe nucle,us fora search for the asleep. Didn't wake up till he was aU afire. Poor assaSSl11. -old --", I <'> It' was the old old story, No human brain ean ar-Baxter jumped back fully six feet dragging his snortany fixed condition of affairs to prove one ining, astonished, rearing and plunging horse with him. nocent of crime, witlio'\It also trifling thing Accident r No," cried Baxter. "Look there, see? that would lead to one's convlctlOn and punishment. There are bullet wounds in that burned corpse. Look The wily Indian s Short-Ear and Do g -Foot had ar-at that rifle bullet mark in his head ?" ran g ed everything to distract attention from them but' Gus Baxter .yeBed the words as if hurtdreds 0 \ one thing-this letter. ' could hear him. Baxter finally on, his future course. ., There has murder been done here !vMurdet, .. con, First,...he decently place the D ody of Sam tinned Baxter. f. ;/ 1 ,.' Turck where i could be claimea by But the trained W ,estl rn-wits of the 'Pony; Exp l'ess tho s e he mtenoed 'to give the alarm to as soon a s he' rider wer e trained to think and act quickly:. conti)1ued ? H is w a y

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12 THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. Then he fed, watered and rubbed His weary was charging sighted' along the rifle's horse, for he soon leamed that t ,he change-h prses atbarrel'. . t ached to the Bitterwater 'Gap statloll had been stolen. There was a livid burst of flame from the weapon. /, There is sGlmething., about this .,crime,'? .. Baxter The wolf nigh in, the air; he rolled. over ba?c-thought\as he 1,oped along but not, at his usqaI spe.ed, wal'd, while a f 'earfu1 howl escaped from hIS snappmg ./ on th, e same h orse which he had,t;"eached the j aws. upon, that makes me think if.. the IncI,ians abouChere The remainaer of the pack tore down upon the were on the war-path, that this was an Indian crime." dying animal. !J the f,aint suggestion 01 a breath I No sooner had he spoken tHe word than the pack pounced upon their fellow. it seemed as if two Qj them had sprung from the earth. They tore him limb from limb, and .10 the few He saw ahead of hi the" evIl face of a g reat crafty seconds it tookfor them to devour hIm, the beIpdian peering at him. league 'ed gai,ned perceptibly upon the fierce He pullecl horse almost o,ver-backward in' his pack. '.. ha st.e to stop. '" I Then the chase was cont111ued. He whirled about to dash back out of harm's way. : W e can not keep up this pace forever," shouted A second evi l face of a swarthy Indian blockeELllis Trent to Hunt.' path in that direction. it as long as you can, and then make stand Andr:ight across the road., about the ,height of a' and fight it out," replied Hunt. horse's head was stretched in either direction, a, rope; A tawny colored she-wolf next tried to snap' at the two snaketlike lengths of rope. of the flying horse caJ;rying Grace. A hiH made it impossibl t o hurry around the enQ.s screamed in wiJd terror. of these ropes,' on the-one side; a steep declivity 'made Trent let his revolver give tongue. the action impossible on tqe other side, or' Under his steady aim, wolf after wolf rolled hIther Gus Baxter, Iwith < the precious letter addressed to and thither, dying-with terrible howls cff pain and rage. Grace Hopewell was hemmed in by the two Indian Each shot was made. with the horses at top speed. ,bandits, Short-Ear" and Dog-Foot. -.. "It was a bea.utiful exhibition of marksmanship . Baxter, raised his revolver ready to battle for h!s' Gra ce was, fortunately, all during her fond i.! . of riding. I, She clung to her with.' ,; spirit. She lifted the beast WltQ. rare dlSCnml11atlon CHAPTER V. over the hard spots. She rode astride in true border \ A D1\SH FOR LIFE. fashion. I Th1s Grace, "fay. ::We )'may yet escape Grace wore a jacket of brown corduroy with wolves,'" 'I, a s hort skirt of the same durable material, high boots, Hflgh Trent howled iliese words at the top of his with spurs on e ac1 1 heel. lungs as he led the party of frightened travellers down In her hand she carried a riding whip, and when the the trail at' a frightful speed.demanded gate use to both. means of urging The way was be;>et with numberless dangers. her horse forward. The trail was rough, ttne'Y.,en, passing through the For two miles the chase continued. Pursued and woods "INhere at times ,it was only 'a bridle-path; at wild howling pursuers raced ahead in an awful battle others it yvas quite wide, but always .. it was tetribly for death or' life. rough,. ,.' '. Soon the weapons of the party had been fired so A single 1/ and the rider would, often that ammunitibn was sc arce. torn 'by the gaunt gray wolves 'who were swiftly rush":' Each Ulan had fifty shots in his 'cartridge belt, but iug behind at a wonderfu l speed.' witll a pack .of five hundred wolves even as careful!y The animals were running in a large Trent as the men had aimed, and the numberless wolves that .could see. hacLdied under their fierce attacks, there were still un-There were s.ome, merely the dusky timber .\ro lf. met counted hosts after them. with .in Northern Montana Others were the gray"Deer-Horn," cried Trent. "Unstrap some of the white wolves of the Canada side of the border. provisions and throw them to the wolves. It may 'Trent Gould see -their jaws dripping with froth, and' stop some of them for a moment." red with their beating 1ift':, come hurrying along. Deer-Horn did as directed. Trent led the way. But the respite was only momentary. Next c'
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t THE AMERICAN INDIAN \VEFKLY. 13 seconds, the entire weary party of travelers, horses, I Then think. _Now there is, we Western men and women within the hut, and with a dang know nq danger from, a few wolves." heavy door was swung shut by Hunt, 'just as the None whatever." nose of the leading animal struck against it. The wolf \ "But get the wolves moulded into a pack, and ,the snorted and howled in grievous pain. ,.; first! party of travelers they meet, they will attack : " Sife," cried Hunt. "Every'b6y in school knows that." ,.,' Safe "answered Grace. "It seeI!lS-to-l1)e we can plainly see from 'what .we The' Indians took the entire matter as if rushing know of the situation, that some human agency has away from a dangerous pack of wolves was a silently been driving these wolves from parties of two usual occurrence. or three into a great pack, and have further been nar-But Trent scratched his head in wonder.' rowing a great circle' around 'us, so that by the time "We are safe," he said, "but old chap, we are' pretty the pack, was formed, the wolves would sight us, and well cooped up here in this place. There isn't much then it was a sure thing that emboldened by numbers roon: fot any of us, and well, th,e first thing to' <10 is they would attack us." to tie our horses so they won t ,plunge about and Trent and Hunt studied long and carefully over this trample us under f?ot." phas e of the perilous condition they were in. . Trent led the ammals t:> a far end of the hut. He Trent WqS first to br:eak the sil,!!uce. h.ed to o!,-e of hmbers set the two In, 1"1 am beginning to think you 'are right. There is' dlans a work In rubbing them Injun deviltry and wile behind this attack by t1t,e Then .he .t?rned to Hunt and Signaled him to walk wolves," he said. "They were driven together by a apart With him. band of Indians. These Indians are the same OIMs This hut will keep the wolves out, will .it not?". that felled that tree. They are on our trail. They Yes. I have examined the timbers. They wilr will never give up until they kill Grace Hopewell." withstand any onslaught the wolves can make." "Or killed themselves," replied Hunt. "I am "But we can't get out, can we?')' "" going to make it a point of duty to kill the Indians "Not unless .we want to be' alive by the before they can kill Grace or us either. It's been some wolves." time since I laid down a full gun for any red-devil of /, I 'arn not very tender: 1 would give any wolf in-an Indian that walked this digestion," laughed Trent. "But I 'don't like to be "I am with you, my boy ; but you know we are a cooped up here." "bIt out of the picture. The Indians know where we n Better be cooped up here than to be fighting for are and who v,:e ,:;re; ,;ve don't know where the Indians IHe out there:' are, or who they are, < : ,/ Yery true, but I can not understand how such a "I don't care, .am not going to giv..e up quite yet. pack of wolves got together here. There hasn't been Get some ammUTIltton out Qf the pack-horse luggage. such a pack heard of in years.'" Get Sun-Mist and Grace to us something to eat, Neither (#n 1. If it was mid-winter I might under-feed the horses' .. Then v:e Will talJc about. the fut,-!:e. stand how wolves would run in packs. Hunger would I never c{)uld plan anythmg on an empty stomach. make tthem, But here in s ummer why are they in The reasoning was so obviously the only real thing this big pack?"_ to do, th<1;1.. in a few; moments, th.e entire party was I d d t d t If WI' I busy gettmg somethlOg to replemsh the strength of 0 no a n I myse 0 yes smg y?r man or beast. m twos or threes, almost nltver attack men. But 10 ' patks they are dangerous." OutSIde the howlmg of ,,-;:>lves. co;tld be Do you know I have an idea." -, Through a hole he made m the tImbers by.dlggtl!g" "What is it?" :.... out the adobe! or plaster of mud, that was chlOked In These wolves did not get into this iliig 'pack the roughly hewed logs, Trent had a clear by themselves." view of the welves. "Wh t? ,) There were hundreds 10 the pack he saw. I a f 't" They made an uneasy, snarling, dangerous guard I am Sture' l o 1t ha.t ou mean" x tha t' prowled about the hut, but with the suspicion of am a a oss 0 see w y. h k' d k t f I d' 'd 1 Th' h 1. b h' d this" t elr m ep away at a respect U Istance, (WI ent y ere ts some uman agenc em. .' fearing a trap. I' " Oh, pshaw, nonsense man, your bram, IS turmng T d 'I with the dangers through which you have passed.", hey do not are to make an ?-ttack, remarked" "N / . I ,II t" Trent. . 0 1t IS not. InSIS "N" I' d H' "':T' ' "What hUman agency could be behind the attack .' 0, rep re unt. he wolf hates the 110' upon us by the my boy." I "<. k?own. He scents danger Man gets from' "Indians :00 ybu remembe r the sh.ot we heard him and under There IS not, much danger from just befdre we saw the an attack, I thmk. . This takes me -off my feet. Better tell,me all you Trent next exammed th.e mtenor of the hut. suspect.''', It was, he saw, a large smgle room, probably twenty You know there is' little doubt that Grace was the feet squar<;, focus fut the fall of the big tree?" It was a hunter's' hut, without question .. I grant that. She is the one 'the unseen 10rces It had r..ough timbers but had probahly are trying to murder." ..r been wll!ter .by some person, because It Did you 'stop to think that fight on top of that yva,s tightly In .wIth adobe, and an old s.oetdastardly, bIn unsJIc.c "essful attack 'On her, we"ar1 SU?-Iron ,stove in ORe corner.. I uenly pursued by, thIS band of wolves? :. Se;reral hlgr bunks were bU1lt along the sides for Well no I 'hadn't stoppe9to think of that. sleeplllg places. / \

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THE' AERICAN WEEKLY. There was a table made of a stump of a large tree in the center of the room :'. TIle l1ut b ad been olf is-the most suspicious of animals. Hence until the wolves had analyzed the appearance of Sun-Mist, and the n o ise made by the beating of the frying-pans, the woman was safe. Before she had g ot back to the h o u s e the w ol ves had got o ver beini afraid, and snapped at her. "We might make this fact help us to escape," replied' Hunt. "I hate to stay here very lnng:. It means that we ;ire trapped ready for the In dians to attack us, if we are rig-ht in thinking that the Indians are behind this latest way of killing us." "It's a fine subtile Indian way. Eaten by wolves, would mean no suspicion that the had killed us." ,. I "I am still convinced' that there is much that is hidden behind lhis trouble we are having on our journey What should have been a simple proposition of traveling by day, and camping by night of a party on its way from one peaceful point to another, has ended in a dash for life." Trent winked. We are not dead yet, he remarked. "What I want first is to get a peep ,. at the savages who are behind this outrage, if it s as you suspect an attempt

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. at murder by savages-well, we shall see sooner or surface of th@ ground, the boat dashed toward a part later, what is behind it all." of the griz;zly pack of wolves. While Trent was talking he gave a loud cry and The strange sight awed the wolves for a moment. stopped. .' , Then they' gave back, all one; a great brute who Look outside . til Look!" he cried. charged the boat at whirlwind speed. One of the fierce sudden Montana storms was Flash! bar;tg! , swat with the propulsi v e force q ui ck." of the belund It. "Wha t are you thinking of ? Has danger' crazed Then speed ofl an It flashed down you?" in, wonder asked Trent. _'. th e mountal11 side faster than any ever Lead the horses on that great raft-like boat there, than any 10c(;)ll:0t,lve eve.r was that game-boat," added Hunt to Deer-Horn" but not driven nght ternble precIpice whose Jagged p aying the slightest. attentioIl to\vhat TTent was say-4 ,eep break from forest a nd i ng. "Hurry up before that hail melts: '-See, the p.lal11 to be hunymg to them g r ound i s a foot thick in the h ail stones, and a dreadful death , the entire mountaiu side is slippery with the torrential Grace. looked around her after the first second of I h d f h h l the hornble downward rush. r a m t a t came ahea 0 teal stones." Wh T t'" h d H h f 11 . --' ere IS ren [ s e screame e as a en The comphed at once with hiS orde:s., from the boat. He i s back there stru lin with th' .A t o n e side of the .hut"was a boat-lIke affair, wolv es. gg g e with g:rea t wood runners, e Vidently, by hunters. We can not sav e him," cried' Hunt. I alm ost fear o n to m ove. great be
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!rHE AMERICAN INDiAN WEEKLY. , l' Neither of those InClians hav"e much of a, mark The moment ,he the he' clearly fire at," Baxter thought, this being the objeot of hIs saw, Baxter In lus \ .splepdld Eng11sh hunter, mal l' Fort and the' precious package addressed to Grace, Tl}.e two Indians hid behind convenient rocks as still safe in the custody of the Pony Express rider, soon as saw that Baxter was showing light. Behind on the mountain side two bandits raged, and After awhile Dpg-Foot over to where Shortswore and yelled and stormed in futile anger. Ear was dodging about tqr i 'ng to get a clear snot at Gus Baxter kept his horse going for miles and miles. Baxter. r i / The narrow trail sounded hollovi' under the Pladdened "Got to get Baxter," whispered Dog-Foot. Did animal's feet. But he gave it no hope of rest. JOu see him take letter out. of burnt sticks at Bitter-He proposeq to make up'lost time and get the Pony water 'Gap ," mai-l into Fort Marais, even if the gallant !' Sure. GoHo kil Vhitp. If he he'ruin alL bt:ast died under hiin" when he had gained his misW e get caught. We get quick nangin g, Kill hiIT\! b B slon: : Xhe In,dians theIi.-separated ound to not let ' cLeek' HIS th d J H ,mou 'was WI e open with his emotions.

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/ THE AMERICAN INDIAN ,:VVEEiLY 17 His' horse snorted and backed as if he had, seen a tioiled Hunt as Baxter got further into his grewsome visitor from the evil world. st or y of the discov:ery of the body of Turck. "I tell "They headed for that precipice," yelle, 6 Gus in' y elU, this i Injun -work. No white 'man would as terror, as he watched. course of -the descending sassinate out in thjs countrY'r White mea fight boat. "They will ,.dash into it and be killed." fair lout here. Red .r1len 'are the ones that do the The boat was now only about' a mile away. ; I:dwardly tricks.'l In a few' it would be Clashed down the great "That is so," answered Baxter. "But why are the canyon, whIch f!.ere was fifty feet wide. Indians out faT Sam Turck, or his friends? Sam had Gus almost in' his sorrow, but he knew no roDney. He was a P?or old, broken man, the party on the boat was beyond human aid. who w .as glad' for the living that the station-house The boat the precipice; it slid fearfully; it gave to his declining years, with nQ. property that any-seemed to see Its own danger.' one ever heard of." '. "There she goes, down; down to an awful death," (, I know all that. ,It looks as if I was crazy to think stammered Baxter. that' somewhere or othe.r there is a plot on foot, but But he mistaken, fo1;' the. great boat/ s ,eemed to Just why I do not know. I am sure of this one thing, lift herself nght in air, and make a great forward andl that is that we all are being followed by someone bound. who is after our lives; whether it is due to something In the breC\th of the boat skimmed
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;THE AMERICAN INPiAN WEEKLY. He dug his spurs into the side 6f his horse and dasHed madly toward the figure. Hunt and his party hurried after him. attack the Trent-Hunt party when they were by numbers ready to make the att(!mpt to destroy the hated man :folk. d? k d "What do you mean by the word mille. as e CHA PTER VII Holt. , .,. l' d Sh t .... AI! band spread out m big circle,' rep Ie or -. S DNEY: HOLTREGEIVES A Ear. "V.a ch man keep te, n or fifteen feet apart.' ,Sidney Holt, the millionaire of ; d. 1 the Montana' Land and Timber' Discovery Company, great circle through woods. All ride r-e-u-n:. m clre e. Wolves hear us. They rush to center cIrcle: We sat in his hunting lodge, a few miles from Fort As-ride r-o-u-n-d and r-o-u-n-d in smaller cIrcle blmeby. siniboine; with an angry <::loud on his usually serene Keep making wolves get together in circle. Then we lodge was as ornate ittings as' home of get circle smaller and smaller. Wolves l!0w all to many men in the vicinity who thought that 'he was gether in center'in pack., Th' en we open cIrcle end teo much of the child of good : fortune and that he toward' white party. ,yv e shoot all our guns. Wolves hunted more from the great easy chair ,.on his wide dash through part of circle .n,ot guarded. All wolves front porch, than in actuality. I now run in big pack . BIggest wolves lead way. Holt cared riot a whit fot: the opinion They fierce now; Jots' of wolves. always read! to atbut he did not like the hng vista of it prison, with ta<;k They. see whIte party. Bmg, eat a ga1l9ws and a hangman at the end 0f a corridor,; white party up." whiCh the report of the Indian, Short-Ear; see thed to The c.old-blooded ingenuity of the p!an appealed to raise u p for him like an 'unquiet view of what might the dramatic side of Sidney Holt's mmd. possibly happen. '" He' rubbed his hands .with satisfaction. Do 'you mean to tell me that y.ou have failed?'" ti Surely such a great scheme ought to have won," asked Holt of the Indian with an angry in he said. hi!> voice. Short-Ear shrugged. his a d told of the Sho)'t-Ear bowed. splendid dash for safety of Trent s party .yhen they "So far we fail," he said,' : Girl still alive. But were tracked by tirttber 'Wolves. we kill her yt before long. Dog-Foot he still on her He gave a vivid picture.of the escape of Grace Hopetrail." II' '.' ,. well. and her gallant defenders by means of the game,it You' ought t.o ha v e killed 1;ler lo.ng .before this. boat, and narrated how Hugh Trent had fallen from you have hfid three aays ,to el1d her life in since I ,left the beat when it was in' full sail down the awful mounyou at your cave.'" ,.', ". tain side. "No trouble to kill het. Do that any time Tr2mble "I hc;>pe he is 'dead, cried Holt with bitter veis to kill her and not get caught.'. hemence. Short-Ear narrated his attempt to kill Grace Hope"Gues s he dead, all right, indifferently replied well by the" apparently natural method ot the fall of Short-Ear. "Dog-Foo,t and I look all over the great tree" after we see Trent fall when wolves bimeby go way. "Good the Indian said after he had closed Nothing there. W olve.s eat up man slick and clean . his tale "but no win out." Lecwe no sign. I don' t care if he dead. I don' t care Sidney Holt thought, of the many" good schemes" if he live. No' money in him dead or aloive for me." he haCt. entered which had ended in his d'etermination Well you are doing very well," at length remarked to <;ommit two murders so .that he might get a firm'er Holt. "You .can not play in such bad luck forever grip o n his vari.ous.,business interests.. f '. You will win that money yet. How far are the party He also though): that possibly this last, crimenow from Fort .Marais?" stained reach for his fortulJ,e might be. his last; and "Fifty miles maybe. We get.them 'fore they get to his heart grew heavy. Fort." But he had n.o other plan in view. except the one <'<, What else did YOll do?" that he had asked the band .its to perform and he knew Holt got a sever, e mental jolt when 'Short-Ear told he must placate the man before him, s.o that the Inhim.of the finding of Gus Baxter, the Pony Express dian would fulfill his mission. rider, poking about the embers of the burned Bitter, "Well better1!, luck next. time, Holt continued. ,water Gap "You tried t hard. Y.ou say \hat is still on "Found some paper?" gasped .Holt.. "What was the trail of the girl. Possibly by this time she may ,n the paper? You' don' t know-why man you did not ,be dead." \ ", let Baxter get away with that paper? \ A of hatred Holt's . Whep. he was told of the wonderful leap for life of If, he, could only know that Grace Hope"Ye11 had Baxter pn his English hunter, "The Captain," Holt's followed ,Sam Turck to death he knew that he would face was and lie was trembling with fear. give fWlce the fifty thousand, dollars 'that he had "That's bad news," he silid, "awful news. You agreed to add ,to the twent+"-five thousand paid fo'r the ii1tlst get that paper that Baxter founa. I will give ten death of the aged station -keeper. thousand dollars extra jn good gold if you return that "Well," Holt continued. "Yo' u can get the cash as to me." so.on as you eam It's 'll)t hard to earh it ;dter all, "Good, very. good," the bandit answered. "I get for you may have fatled in the matter of the paRer. I go. now. You no fear, we get girl and paper." tree did you not have some other plan to work, besides Where IS your horse?" that? '., "",." H t k d t h'll'l e s a e ou. on I ml e off. I steal .here on Short-Ear told how he and 4is gang of bandits had foot. No one see me." with much c ,are mill.ed' the whit' e and btown-urolves of The I d' h ':.l h ".1.' n lan urneu away as e spoke leaving Holt the timber into a great pack, and' had urged them to nghtened to the core. i 'lj'

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) THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 19 Holt .knew now 'that he was' not oni y struggling where they flying in awful blood-stilling swiftsave hIs fortune but that his life also was in the ness' ? '" balance. .'" Slowly the benumbed brain of Hugh Trent He -had entered the easy road of crime only 1!0 find resume its naturaL function: ,; when it was too late" that he was in a thorny path. He sat up firmly grasping the shape nderneath him. "I must win now ,or my life is the forfeit. I can He saw that he sat upon the of a r-eat tre.e. not lose. What is fortune' now to me, t r I amdis. His hand wa,s grasping a gigantic 11mb; hiS legs, III covered. A felon's death awaits me for it can now be the same way that a drowning ,man sea grasps. the easily traced to me as the instigator of the' deeds of first bit of stable wood that floats by him, were twmed blood of the gang of Indians bandits. 1 must win. I about the tree trunk. ,. h will." I am being whirled down the mountmn 'S1de on t e These thoughts followed one after the other through crest 0/ a fe-arful landslide," thought Trent. the dark recess of the mind of this inscrutable man., He was rigtIt.' ' -He was never more danger,ous than now. His fine Where he had fallen from' the game=boat the ram of talents were now forced J:>y to bend the terrible torrential storm had loosened a large por. themseJves to:vard tl;1e of every tion of the mou:ptai11., and he, the huge rode s person that betray him; and S ,h<;>rt-Ear and hIS and stones, trees uprooted by aw.ay of t.he gang were n ever m ;nore danger than the!. were from earth, with a fearful portion of. slIdIng" earth, was slIp --the moment that SIdney. Holt began to he ping at lightning speed down mt? valley lIl must fight not only.for hIS fDrtune but for hIS hfe. wild pursuit of the boat on whIch hiS fnends were If Short-Ear,. a.s hurried over the level land str-iving to reach a place of safety. \ toward F.ort AsslmboIne, had Rnown all that there WCl-S H Huo-h 'Trent a man but now merely an atom In to be known, he would not have been so gay and care the ruin' of land-slide, was free. h ur'rying to what seemed to be, his certain death. When Hugh Trent was flung from the game-boat on N who has not lived in the Rocky Mountams, the crest of, the hill or mountain.' through. the, or ifs hIlls, can realize what the frequent land portIOn of whIch he had, seer: ,hIS compamons slides in country-after a sudden rain, can mean. w:hlrl 0l!ward to safety and the valley below, he ha,d It is the ever present danger from the rocks, and gIVen hImself up for ' eternal hills that seem make up the backbone of Yet, he was really, as It turned out, to figure In the A 'ca . h h d'd men. '" terrible plans of the bandIts In a manner t at e 1 B T b man h h ld h d d h' ut rent was a very rave not even fancy; and w IC wo.u ave en e fS career 'He was himself again, battling for life) when he then and there, had the bapdlts understood. f d' t th s'tuatl'on he was in' he tried har.d to 'f I' h b t oun JUS e I The fall from the SWI tly mov, mg s elg ,:",as a au, give direction to the tree on tht; ,surface of the madly as dangerous for Trent as a fall from the SWIftest pas-rushing mass but he could not do so. senger train in the world would be for an average mal!' He looked at the wolves. He rolled over and over as he. touched the earth; hIS They were fast disappearing beneath the tumbhng sprawling hands and his wide extended arms found no rocks. As he looked he saw,a white wolf struck hold.. his back by a huge rock. The animal was a bleedmg lIe bounded like a human rubber ball hlth'er, an.d mass in a second. .. thither, expecting that every moment would be hIS Other wol-ves were seen vainly struggling to get last. < : ",out of the rlfck, an4 everywhere about him, Tre ,nt saw With the desperation of a man III a plIght, t the animals-die sC,ores. .. Trent held on to his revolver.' Such a slaughte. r he had never even Imagmed p.os-Where he was goirig, he did not know; why he' was 'sible, But he-knew he be a crushed bleedtng slipping over the ground so fast, he could not under-mass of me.re bloody flesh In' a second; bu! he, knew stand.' that the great pack of wolves met a merIted .doom. He tried vainly / to right himself; but he could not. Suddenly there came upon hIS ears the boomtng as He was a helpless victim of some unknown if of an angry storm-swept upon a rock After much effort Trent pulled himself to a slttmg Trent saw that land-slIde was down . into a precipice the one by the way, WhlCh'hls comd d thl' ng icy and cold .. panions had by such an almost miraculous HIS han s graspe some '. h .' "Wh t' 't?" his mind seemed to say, but tn t e clrcumstanfe. '., f I a IdS I :th whic' h he was being swept onward, Wolf after wolf, tree after tree; rock after he aw u spee WI h f ' h d h di d Trent could not gather his thoughts toget er su saw go plungmg t ept s to go gnn ng, own ficientl to tell what it was that he graspe.d. ,"' ; to be covered by the .of other !rees,-;ocks, H y that around him 'were many SWIftly movmg and earth., that came behmd It, lIke the SWift reSistless e saw rush as the turbulent waters pause a moment and go forms. into the o-reat whirlpool of Niagara Falls. / W-ere they men? olves Trent his eyes. He knew that in all human No-Great Heavens, t.hey saw 'the dreadful probabilities he had only a few seconds to live:, Everywhere on all Sides He felt the tree,he grasped give a downward leap. forms of the wolves. h h et they made no at:.. r am going over the brink," he thought. He closed He of WIt tern, y his ey'eS1 he tried'to form a prayer. tempt to attack him: 1 f fear and rage. What was this," he said to himself. "The tree is He could hear t}:1elr how s a am an of s iftly moYnot m.oving. I am,L ;;, He, the wolves III one v.ast, c p d-but 'to" what; Trent looked about him. shapes, were hurrYing onwar As his pale 1ips tried to .. .. 'I

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THE INDIAN WEEKLY. I form a word of thanksgiving, he saw that right the by 110t doing it 6urselves. There's' other tre es, and crest of awful precipice, he was saved. o ther w o lves, in this place. Savez?" The hacl entangl ed itself in a cen tury'old hickory "Why we want kill Grace ijopewell?" . fbr<:st kIng; the splendid tree had/ withstood the rU'sh When ne .. heard these words Trent almost fell right of the landslide. It held 'the' g reat tree on which Trent-into the-center of the two bandits. sat w it' h its long brancht;!s. .' "'Calise we no get, cash from Holt, if we don't. I T1'eqt was sa;ved, . \,' no care dar:t:J. :to kill girl" Holt he want her killed." In the of an ,eY;fe, when to all outwar d "White my the catching of the tree Short-Ear shrugged his shoulders. WhlCh chance had flung him upon, right at the brink "How I kriow?" he replied. "Why I due? 'Nough of painful disaster. for me I get cash, when job is done." .For m 'ore than hour ;;[rent lay stilL Hewa' s too The two In.dians then began planning a further cam-spent fom his terrible 1 ide to extricate himself [rom 'his paign against the pretty young woman under Trent's position. protection for trip to Fort Marais . length he tottered feebly dowh the mout;ltain For a Trent grasped his revolver. He had SIde. He bleeding frqm many bruises; lie. was thonght that two shots would end the plottings of the parche
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THE ANiIERICAN INDIAN 21 the plot against the l ives o f Grace H o pe w ell a'hd 'Gus' t Baxter.. .... '. .. "''in t he fles h and then he 'jumped from his and The n he climbed stiffly from the shielding maple W 15eti de. y o u, Sidney H olt," he sneered as 'he shoo k hIS fis t wIth fierce Thenace at the sky. "I n o w why you the death o f Grace Hopewell.' I know. w h y yo u w I s h to hav e G u s Baxter murdered. y a u vil!ail). I. w:ill .thwatt, you y et. Now to fin d my If I dIe tn the attem pt. " T rent lImpe d dow;!. the m ounta in s i de As he. h u r : ied along: he s a w right in fr ont of him a man fly m g ltke t he wtnd o n a b l a ck 'horse, He w aved hi s rev ol ver. "Who rides so f as t 'like a thid in the D.'ight,': he t hought as he too k a firmer grasp o n his, weapon. I '-= ______ m ad e Tren.t mount him. or. 'o u ride back and meet Bob Hunt and the others of the party who be\lind the point there," he r s a ip. "'A man )'\1'11'0 has passed through what you pav e is a peach; he' not w a lk." .r" When Trent' r e j o ined his party' there were many cong r atul ations s howered up o n him. "You certainly were born t o be hariged," cfied Hunt. N o n r an ever p .assed throu g h what you lived, before." Grace was equally glad t o s ee the returned hero. He r f ace was m a ,ntled 'in a pleasing blush; her blue e yes s h owed her. gladnt!ss, al).d thereat Trent was im mediately plunged into jl s ea of delight. , "To bring these c b n g r atulations from y ou all C HA,PTE R. VIII. again, h e s aid. "'1 would ride on tre crest of another THE' HUN1;ED BECOM E T H E l ands lide an-d see m bre w olve s die around me in the Gus Baxter alo n g the trail 911.. hi s fin e horse, that killed' them, than I have 'd o ne." mtent on Just w hat the myste r ious stranger This speec h m;:t.de G ras:e blu s h more thau e v er and ahead of hIm wa nted. t h e h appy merrypart y proc e ed ed o n their way with -yvho .is this man w h o runs with staggering gait Hunt and Trent ridi rig in th e va n and the remainder of wavmg hIS revo l v e r?" Gus thought. the ir for ces coming 'CJn behi ,nd a t a good smart lope. 'Baxter had his ow n weapon in r eadiness to fir e i f the trent as soon as h e and 'Hu n t w ere fairl y out o f ear-man was an ene m y . s h o t plunged 'at once t o th e subject that:lay upperV V h e n he got near e r to the figure h e gave the bridle most in hi s thoughts of his horse a s t a rtle d wreI).ch H unt gave a l oud whi s tl e when he h ea rd' the ter-His face was d i s t orte d wit11 Jear. .... 1 '" i rible n ews of the wayfare r '....' A g h o st," he cried. ' It i s Hug h Trent' s ghost." Ju s t as I feared/' he (laid "The bandits are after Baxter w .as abo u t t o w heel aroun,? a n d retreat, whe n G ra c e." the figure hailed .him: r An d it' s up to us to p r o tect her." Ghost nit c ri e d the man, in the w e n k n own voice Of cour s e.'" o f Trent. "Don t b e a 'donkey. "Whj-, d o y o u StlP pose Sid ne y Holt has hin d these "You t a lk all ri ght," .r e p lied G u s f r om the b 'ack of ban d i ts to kill Grace? :' his tremblinghorse I never met a g host before so I do n o t know." I don't kno w wh e t h e r they t a ,lk o r n 0 t. " I ds:>.'" ': I a m n o g h os t," s napped Trent, I and i f you don' t Y o u do. Why? c ol11,&.. here and talk Wto me I will m ake a ghost of yay,." "The re is some great reaso n btrhin d all thi,s. As this was sa i d with a threatening flourisl1' his..,.. Grace in some way s t ands in the way o f Holt s posrevolver G u s thought it wise to Trent. s essi on of m oney ." He knew, a ccordin g to all ghost s tori d that if be shot!. "Can 'you fancy now?" a t a g h ost un l ess he u sed a silver' bulfet he wou h : r ,see "I h ave a n ide a b u t it i s s u c h a vague one that it his go right thwu g.11 the :spool,<: withst;ems to me I had b e t ter wili t unti l I am, s ure th a t I out hitting it. am OJ1 t h e right track befo r e I eve n adva n ce my So as he d i d n o t have a s il ver bullet handy Gus in th e ory." his own m in d de c ided that he had better tal k w ith' t h e "Have you taken a n y s t eps t o prove the truth of ghost. rather th a n shoot at it o r r i sk being shot byit. you r t he o r y ? -"You kno. w yo u can not be H u gh Trent a l i v e "Not as yet. But w h e n we get to For t M ar a i s, I becaul'e h e was eaten up b y the w o lves G u s said, a s c a n prove it. It will r e quire my sending wor d to h e allowed UJ e Captain" t o edge closer to the figure. Wash i ng t o n much' resea rch but thi n k in an Y o u s ill y i d i o t cried Trent. "Come here and ave r ag e ly s h ort ti. ine I c a n g et t o the b otto m o f it all; feel my a r m Ghosts do n o t carry abou t good a n d w ill ge t t o the m o ti v e th a t is b ehinq S i dn e y Holfs and m u sc1e, do they?" w i s h t-6 kill Grace. /,' G u s edg ed still nearer., "Will y our l e ad you t 9 w h y he paid He felt ca r e fully, but in a f ri ghtened w:ay"of the. mon ey t o the bandits to kil1 Sa m Tur ck?" strongright a rm of T rent, "Yes. I feel sure tha t the r eason f o r the kiIiin g of Y o u look all ri ghtto me," at rel;iarked Turck was the' same that Holt in his effort But if y o u are not a ghost Just explaUi W Ill youj to h ave the b andits 111m; der Gr ac e why you are not ? . H olt i s a d readful scound r eL" There was so m u ch severe J Qd I c I aI arra l g n ment 111 H e is tha t and m o r e th a n that; he is the kind of the t ones of G u s t hat, T r e n t wayworn as h e w a ?, a m an 'tha t i s very qang er o u s out of his coffin. He has bruised. an d a lmost lay down and th e bra in s t o plot, and the Iflone y to pay for his plotlauCThed until his e yes were filled W Ith t e ars t i n g a n d means to 'pubhis br a ins and his m o ney 1'0-"hYOl1 nev er heard tha t a g host w a s .able to laug4, g eth e rth a t is a c o m binati o n that we will 'find it d ..G h a r d t o meet.". ,,\ . now d i d y o u, Trent?" entreate us. .', All that Tren t c o uld d o was t o kick feebly )Vhen he Ouit e true. f 1 d h" "But we will meet' it. h e a r d Gus speak. Word s h a d a l elm. ", ._i. After a time Gus became s u r e that Tr.ent s.till "How? .,'

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I THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. By' beco ming the hunte, r 'instead of the hunted." 'fri d ge c a rrying mcrg azine gun s would make a crack You mean to trap the bandits as th e y trapped' lik e a w hip." " The .party Ii fened intently. us;, r do wIth the excep tion that w e :wili suc feed in N othing eh? at length sai9" I-!,unt. ollr trap whi1.e they have in' the irs." I I ,I u s ; walt a fe w more, answer;ed I They are not through plottmg yet." Trent. We may, hear some.thmg. . "N0r have w { begun plotting. We ",:,ilI meet'flthe'ir-'.' more shot," Sun-M!st WIth a su plots with counter-plots, and when we are through the perto r air. My man, he shoot. '(pat nough. Other gang 91 will be",in jail, .can n<;>;.s?,oot. My man get hzm My man great executlOn f Q r theIr cnmes, and we wIll have the sabswarnor-Chlef. faction of knowi17g that-'" Th e joyful ai-r of the proud Indian wife was quite "Sidney Holt is in jail with the other miscreants." like that of an, American wife who proudly tells of Y ounever said truer words iri your lite." , her business successes. The two men stopped talking at juncture for G rac, e marveled at the sight. ... ahead of them they saw that Gra. ce ha4 stopped and "White woma n or red," she "her man is was awaiti!!&, d iem.', '. (' '.' the g reat ""avrior chief." 'rhey; hurtled forward 1"' ), P rom the distance cam.e in loud insistence the warGrace was appa rentlY' e?,cited' by_ something. w hoop s of an 'Indian, "Is art ything the matter? ,; asked Hunt. '" It s oared on air' the wild yell ; the blood craze "Nothing, possibly but my imagination. It seems" o f a r.ace never; 'less the'savaO'e even after long associato me that I saw a man hurrying along in ti r e cree tion with the \:vhite race I:> bend there." Sun-Mist, all savqge wonian in a moment, gave cry "Go find who it is, Deer-Horn/' commanded Trent. / to the same wonderful yell. "If it is an Indian shoot him. l ,t's time to quit our My man, great warrior-Chief ,'" she cried. Look." passive attitude: Anyway if you shoot the I wrong A tra n sJormed Indian came riding back. man, it i!? only, a dead Indian. What's the odds? It w a s Deer-Horn, yet it was not Deer-Horn. Grace crie d ouUn horror, and asked not A frightful face seemed to have replaced the usual to kill an innocent Indian. impassive one 9f the Indian. ;: replied Trent,' There are no innocent InAll the perfidious, treachery of the -Indian, in the t H i ns following ,US," GraGe you can rest asst1:t:ed 'of days when he was all savage seemed to have lodged that." '" ); ,Deet:c Horn's countenance. Deer-Horn was off like the wind on his pony. He was crying,the battle yell of the Assiniboine In-He, made a beaut iful picture. dmns -as he came along. All his sluggish manner was gone. Across the, fore-q?arten:; of hiS pony he bore the I{e rode a little pinto with 'no saddle; his bridle form of anotHer Indian.. . was a twisted bit of deer-skin one end of whiuh was The I1mp body, the head Iymg l e w and noddmg like passed througH' the animal's for 'no real Western ,that M a tiny infant, the feet, all told the Indian ever-uses a steel-bit. '. story of death. The semi-savage had thrown his long serepe to his By George/' cried Hunt. U He got the Indian. I wife when 'he started, an'd' he wore a short tightly fit-only hope your order not plunged us all into an ting jacket of soft deers k.in, which showed the arrest for murder, !Trent. great rpusc1es of his,' chest and arms. Trent blinked. One str<; mg han 'd, <;lutched his rifle. '" Gee," he said. "He sure did obey orders. Per-The' other' held his bridle '-reins dose, up to his chin. haps I spoke before I thought." His legs were drawn up until his knees made a sort If's an -infernal bad practice to speak before you of peak; the real Indian way 'of riding and he tore' think, especially when you tell an Indian to shoot over tl'\e ground right down a steep declivity, into, another." the creek bottom ) hat .woqnd about the sides 0. a tiny Poor Grace Was in a state of hysterics, and it took stream, now swollen by the storm into a turbulent ,the united party t0 partially calm her. river, with an astonishing dash." Not wishing her to see the dead man close, Gus White men can ride;" replied Trent Gra ce Baxtet rode out to meet Deer-Horn. asked him if the In
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\ THE AMERlCAN INDIAN WEEKLY. about the dirtiest, meanest son-of-a-gun of a turn-coat that ever I knew." .. If he is one of Short-Ear's gang we need not fear much' legal danger from the authorities of America." ' It made his features that of ; fiend. .. .. Why you paint for war?" Dog-Foot asked m dIre Short-Ear almost yelled in ears the reason for his fero-. No danger there. \Ve are on Canadian soil." "Not much danger there, because all Canada out ne,re knows this ought to be killed. I have been after him for years. I thmk there I S a warrant somewhere in the hands of the American Mounted Scouts lor fellow for murder." "Say, aren't you chaps going to' search him?" ,asked Gus Baxter. "Search him," cried 'Trent to e, and saw the hand of just disappearing beneath the waters. But if the action of Hunt had been lIke the leap of a lion, he had not been half as quick as Trent When he saw ,the' girl disappear, Trent had ,launched right out into space. Horse and girl had not struck the water before Trent was there also. It was a w,Onder ul leap, taken with the quickness of the -disaster. .... As for Grace. when she felt her horse she kept her

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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. / ; I t that -bath Grace and Trent h ead and did' not for a moment" loosen her tight hold of' her through his brain t le grea news ,were alive. ; 'd "I'd b tack f rems; If I had your luck" Hunt sal, go uy a s 0 She had felt the bridge swaY 'just before it .chip' s at the first faro ba"nk I could find. You people couldn't ward, .', '. I k I d II d I h 'I' d had taken IQse." Y au are too uc y. Id :l Instinctive y 51]&, ha pu e Ul'> ler orse s lea ; But when Grace trie'd to flSe she that she cou n t. a firm grip on her steed with her and thus kept the ammal Her feet refused to ,hold up her slight form. from toppling heels over head. Yet she felt sure th'lt no bones were broken. she was The eXIlert days or long years of horse-back stood wet to the core, her face was and scratched, her limbs were her in good stead She went 111tO the chasm steady as a ,rock" almost paralyzed and so. two. men together had car.ry her every sense alert, and knowing that her Ufe deRende d upon her up the steep bank, w .he. reo Sun-Mist met her, and assIsted 111 try own self N a human hand could save her until she bad made the mad plunge. . ing to bind up her lllJunes. -. f d The horse when he struck the ground, landed half 111 the In a few moments the girl managed fo stand on her eet ; an watet and half out of it. . sobn in spite of her bruises 0raGe was able her 'Fortunately hig' bead struck a great rock, and his horse one of the pack ammals haVIng been .taken or t laid in a bloody heap upon it as the animal landed, whIle hIS pose.' her own steed lava great mass of bri.l1sed bOI1.e es, feet wet:e forced up under his body. far ill the center 'of the tumWing watets, where It slowly So absolutely instantaneous was the animal's Jeath that he was seen to be floating down-stream. did-uot even quiver. .1..: Trent was so-reiy bruised and almbst exhirit just escaped from the deep. "Young man," sharply cautioned Hunt. "Don't you ever go "Is who 'alive-me?" asked Trent in the mildest manner. afte r another Indian without getting him, and if you are sure "You? What in thunder do, you think I care about you. 1 you haven't got him, or if you aren't sure, don't go beating up told you once that a man who had ridden on the crest of a bushes for any infernal Indian, for those fellows have educated landslide w to be hanged.". trigger hngers, and they can shoot closer than OHr smooth -bore Poor Grace equId not "a. smI le. . friend here, Deer-Horn." Any way," remarke d Trent, i f Grace IS dead she I S aple to :' replied the Indian. "I shoot all right. )fy gun he sm.ile at her, plight." '" k-I-c-k, The happiness of HUllt was extreme when he finally got. The men roaI-ed and Grace who had meanwhile gotten herself

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.. THE AMERICAN INDIAN 25 in pretty fair 'for -the journey, thanks to the clothing on the' pack-horse .. lImped over to see what all the was about. seem to be having a lot of fun," she said "bewildet;ed. In spIte of OlJ,r dangerV'ou' seem to be able to joke.". ., As far as, the dangeris cried Hunt. Never you fear danger. Why We are in. no danger. This is a pink tea we are having out in this forest/' Trent .winked at Grace, and then all hands turn,ed to with a merry wIll and soon the horses ready for the journey. "If wweep on losmg horses like this," Trent ,remarked "we will have to hoof. it into Fort Marais. What's the next for us to do? ',' "Take to the woods," cried Hunt, "A meuy woodman's ife for mine. No heateI? trail where they kt trees down on you one moment, saw bndges under you the next and make life such a merry jest that decent plain every day people who less .excitement, feci they are safer camping out under the. silent stars along with the rest of the wild animals," Their merriment was sJ1.ddenly checked, ) "I,ndian band,its," said Deer-Horn, who l:iad been care,fully lookmg <;lbout hIm all the while. "Look, there they 'Come." Dark forms were to be seen stealing up the side of the moun tain and here and there could pe seen the painted face and sullen eyes of an Indian painted for war.' "Mount and ride," said Trent. '" Be quick." The party vanished into the depths of the forest, Behind tihem stole the outlaws eager for thdr blood, CHAPTER X. DEER-HORN'S RUSE. The encompassed party hurried.-onward now, in serious earn est. Hunt .when dan ger was imminent had the faculty of l turn-ing the {eaTS of those under his chatge from .their peril by bit. s
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN vVEEKL Y. of Deer-Horn but they will S00n be on our trail again, and I think if we can; we had better get to a place where when they 'make the next attack we will have the best of the situation. You see if we get to the top of the hill they will have to charge up it. As it is now, they can ,get behind us and get at us from both ways. On top 0. the hiH they can only attack frpm one way, " Well, we had better hu s tle. There come tlte now,'" rejoined Trent. r, As he spoke shots' began flashing out of the underbrush. Flash! Flash! Flash! Crash! Crash! crash! The of the outlaws sounded in tremendous volu.me. The bullets ctlt wide spaces in the trees; foliage fell upon the hurrying part), But Hunt and his party had the better of the position. f They were hurrying along through the forest above the liandits on the motl.ntain side. ,I The outlaws' tlierefore had to' fire up at them. This made their aim bad and, although some qf the bullets came perilously near, no one was hurt although Deer-Horn was so nearly hIt that he dodged quite down ',upon his horse's body to escape the terrible missiles. \ : Only a hundred feet more,," cried Hunt. "Now for
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THE AMERI:AN INDIAN' \i'lfEEKbY. 17 The faces and forms seemed dreadfully near to Grace. "Three! The voice of Hunt steadied Grace. It seemed to say her, "never fear, we shall win." "Fourl", . Grace's heart seemed to stand "Five!" { Like the call of a trumpet the fatal ran g 'frol)l the hps of Hunt. . As if one person had fin!d the splendid whirl of resistless lead, the pent up resolve of the defenders was transformed into action .. All Grace knew after that was that there was the flare of weapons; .the long roll of sound from the guns, the sharp crack of revolvers; and then came to herself with her hammer to her rifle clicking on us-ed cartridges; her weapon's magazine was empty. She looked into the space where the' gnm faces of the charg-ing outlaws had been. There was nothing there save a few writhing fOJ;ms a few still ones. The charge was over,. The defenders had won. Grace looked with great curiosity about her. The scene was peaceful. , Hunt was just lighting 'his pipe . Trent was cleaning his gun. with his liandkerchief. Baxter was s taunching the blood. frorn a slight wound .on his forehead. D.t!er-Horn and Sun-Mist were talking together. Grace gave a great gasp. "We won?" she asked of Trent. "Sure," he said with a smile. "Pretty bit of work that of yours. I was sure you had turned into a machine gun. You fired so steadily that it seemed to me there was no space between your shots." Grace shook her head:. "I don't know that I was of anything e'xcept to obey Hunt," she said. "Grace, you have the stuff that fine soldiers,".,-crjed Trent. "The first and only duty of a soldier isthat one word, 'obey.''' . Hunt ihterrupted them at point of conversation. "Guess that will hold the outlaws for awhile," he said. "We stopped them right where they stood when I said five. It was the prettiest thing I have seen in years. Why we just mowed them down. We are even for all that the bandits have made us suffer." "Will they charge again?" asked Baxter "Of course. These fellows are out for blood They will never stop charging until we cut them to bits and they can't charge, or we are killed. That's red nature when aroused. No thought of self out in that gang; why mail, they will fight after they are dead, like a rattlesnake." As he s poke he turned toward Deer-Horn. "Why did you leave the camp?" he asked. Scalps," replied the red-man. Grace turned livid. At his belt Deer-Horn bore tfie bloody, reeking scalps of four of the outlaws. He had stolen out of the firing line and had scalped his dead foes which was the only thing proper to do under the circum. I d' That is, it was the only proper thing for a V ictOriOUS n Ian to do. "That doesn't enlighten me at all," replied Trent. "Why this sudden interest in a great rock." "It weighs fifty thousand pounds if it weighs one," gLoomily rejoined Hunt. "What does? "1:his rock." Are you doing this to win a bet?" "Hum." ,.J {j, "You made that extremely b(illiant remilTk just a moment ago." .. Well, I am making it again." "So I understand. The roar of guns has not interfered with the slight gift of hearing that nature gave me,1> "It's a great scheme any way. I thinK I will try it." "'F-ry what?" "The ., Are you talking in riddles?" Maybe. But listen." Trent laughed and jumped up and down whh pleasure, when Hunt detailed his plan: "N ow, not a word to anyone about our scheme," Hunt cautioned. "You go quietly back and tell Deer-Horn to come and see me here, after he has eaten. Put Baxter out as sentinel when Deer-Horn leav es that post." Trent did as he was bid. ". After awhile Deer-Horn and Hunt returned to the party and there was another overhauling of weapons, for the sharp eyes of Baxter had detected another charge as being imminent. There will be a change in the method of defense," said Hunt when 'he was told of the renewal 'of the attempt on the part of the outlaws to storm the position held by his party. "I will take Deer-Hom with me. The remainder of the party will remain here and will fire when the enemy advances and will keep firing until I command the cessation of this duty." "What is your plan, may I ask?" said Grace. "Am I to keep firing as I before?" , /'fephed Hun,!. "But come, Deer-Horn we haven't lTIllch time to lose:?" Soon the party saw the savages beginning to form again. But they had changed their mbde of attack. They had constructed a sott of bullet proof screen of heavy trees an
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THE AMERICAN INDIA N WEEKLY. The ba n di t s could not s e e what, was h appe ning shielded a s th ey w exe by thei s creen "inventio n -, \ Like fuany inventor s th ey w e r e t o b e th' e o f th e i r own i iivent ions. Look,'" goes t h e r ock. H u n t and D eer/ ,,Horn h ave prie d it 'loQse fro m its s t lrrou n ding s < spo k e trul i ,\.. .,.. -.:.-. ... 'uhe g'rea t rock embe dd e d m Its place, w elghmg ,fifty tho usand pounds or m o r e leaBed ove r sideways. It l eft. its pedes t al. ,, .' Wit h a f.earful sou n d of rending ,of rock from rock, the g r eat giant stone l oose n e d by'th e art of m an, wen t thund ering d own t h e h i ll ; a n d wit h a lp n g filta l c rashed exactly throu,gh th e centre of the screen behind wh i c h was g r o u pe d the entire o utlaw f orce. Never before even i n t h i s w ild s pot had there eve r b een such B o tl;! Grace and "Befor e we go Tren t smiled, 4 ,;.. further," G u s added I have so mething t o give to G race. "Something for me?" the g irl rep l ie d in,.,sur p n se. Gus laid in her -hands the package addressed to her 111 th e h andwrit ing of S a m T u r ck, murder e d b y Short-Ear ,a n d now dead IJ)og-Foo t ._ I Bax.ter t old h o w h e h ad fou n d i t 'am i q the of the Bit te rwate r Gap statIOn, n ear t h e s m ouldenng rema1l1s of t he i llfated stationkeeper. 'f Shall I open t h e package n o w?" asked G r ace. " Ne a r e Qnly a few h o urs ride from F ort MaraiS, Trent repli e4. Deer-Horn s ays h e knows a shor t cut thr ough .th e f ore s t thither. I do not thlllk I would read that p a ckage until I get to the fort, if 1 were you G race D o y6 u know w hat i s in, thi s envelope?" asked Grace. c a rnage. . "N I, I d T t ::rhere we r e nineteen b andits g r o uped behi n d the scree n whe n a rep I e ren th e tre m e ndou s rock str uck it. _. Do" you s uspect w h a t i f 'conta i ns? In one s e c o n d a ll w e r e c r u s h e d t o death, sav e Short-Ea!;. ,. "Yes. r h Th thO 1 I 11ad bette r 110t read i t untit I get 'to t e Dog-Foot hi s com p anion in h is dreadful dee. ds, the Joint m!Jre n yo u m { der e r with hIm of p o or S a m Tu. r ck, was cr u s h e d no sem' F o rt ? blance of, a hum a n being b y the terrib l e rock.' ., .... '" Y es." ", His d eath was followed by the p a ni c s trick e n flight of his Grace over th' st r ange for a _long partne r Short-Ea r w h o fle d li k e t he w in t r y wif!fl into the fores t time, S H e turn.e' d the rnvelope ove r and 'over ,111 h e r hand. d epths as i-f h e had wing s 'I< I d i d n o t know S a m T ur c k," s h e sai d. But I have often The dreadful scen e t u rn e d Grace sic k in a m o m e nt. h e a r d m y d ea d fat h e r spea k of him, Her t error w a s i n cr e ased b y the awful o f Deer-Horn, Was Turck any relation t o your asked Gus Baxter. wh o w ith his keen h u nt ing kni fe in his h a nd leap e d over the "I d o n o t k now," r epl ied Grace. "It a l way:s seem e d to me r oc k s t o the s cene o f t h e fearful s l a u g hter a nd soon his belt tha t th e r e was som e mystic .reason for my father's e x;trem e car e w a s dan g ling w i t h th e s c alps o f the outl aws. not t o spea k much a s to who Sam Turck was. H e dId n o t care B u t .one s i ngle soul o f thf/ band i t gang l i ve d after t h e pla n of t o say much about Turck; s p r ivate affairs, .althoug h I s us pect B ob and not one o f the dead men e v er sould h ave. th a t th ere w a s som e ti e th at 'boun d tl;Iem together. Whateve r / b een i d entifie d so comp l e t e l y were t hey obliterated from the it was m y fat h e r always s p o k e w ith a n accent that s h owed b y the fall u pon the m of, t he fear fu l ro ck of dea t h.. that h e h a d a great deal o f fo ndn e ss f o r Turck." Such a w onderful e v ent sadde n e d the while at the "P-ossibly a ll this \vill b e expla i ne d in the l ette r you I h sam e 'time it' g ladd e ned th ; e m ,: -youI' hand ; ans>y e r e d :i?axteI:. I / have '!-l w ays t houg h t t.h at The sud4el). r etri buti,On that o vertoo k th e outlaws,'wasso com-Turck had written the l e tt e r to you the 111ght before he d i e d ple t e so t e rribl y cru s liing tha t the gallant b a nd of defenders of and had int el).de d' t o post' it t h r o ugh m e whe n I made m y rounds th e i r s t rongho ld c ould hardl y b.eli eve ,the evi<;lence of their eyes o n the Pon y Expre' s s rou t e back t o Fort Ass i'1ib o i ne. It w a s A ll gaz i n g s p ell-bo und b y the h o rr o r of the s cene. in m y mind H i e las t l etter Sam Turc k ever wrote. Hunt was the firs t t o s p ea k shall' not ope n the l ett e r until we get to Fort Marais," "The y w e r e cau g h t in a pit of their own digging ," h e s a id in finally decid e d Gra ce. "Wh ateve r it contains I shall a l ways feel his d e ep marly voice. "We have WOI} o u r h a rd fight It was th a t th e d ea r old man, w h o m I d o not 'think I e v e r saw in m y our Ii e s o r th e ir s lif e r e m embere d m e as my fath e r 's ,}ong e n ough t o He s ignal e d t o his s i de write to m e the day befor e h e was muraer ed. "Put those scalps o ut "of s i ght," h e said. "We, ha;ve had Deet-Horn returned fro m a da s h o u t a mong the f pe, h e then eno u g h o f this f e a s t o f b100d y d ea th. We c a n now start for r e moved th e traces o f styriie fro m hi s face and hands. F ort Mara is; b e f ore we wer e i n d a n ge r ever y foot w e passed', s till warm and r ee king at hi s side wer e t h e scalps that over, n o w w e are s afe Burie d b e n eath tha t ock is the las t o fh e h a d t a k e n fro m his e n emies; o nce m ore in a peacefu l land th e ba,ndit gan g save one.' l ",..",' h e h a d liyed oyer again t h e w i l d wild days w h e n ev ery moon Short-Ea,i::," cried Trent . ,II L ea'Ve hi s f a t e to me." saw s c alps hanging at hi s s ide. No," repli e d Hunt. "Not t o you, but to me. Itduty The way to the Fort w as n o t con test e d furthe r. a s on e o f the Ame rican M ounted Scouts t o arrest the miscreant. The o utlaw s H1Y under th e t ombs t one that nature h a d h ewed He thinks tha t h e has gained his free d o m by flight. But it is fr o m o n e o f its conv ul s i o n s o f c enturie s b e f ore. to me.h a t the f.alls of pursuing him Th e """hite-folk again w e r e fig i.lrin g in the w o rl d o f to -day ; "What are you going t.o do?" crie d Tre nt, as he saw Hunt the redm a n lay dead whe re, his fat e had c arried him always, mount hi s h o rse '" r for e v e r in the great fight betwee n r e d and white men a fight "1:he way t q F o rt M arais i s n o w a s sa f e a s the streets of the a s old a s the history of No r t h A m e rica. large cities of the East r eplied Hunt. I am. no longer your When th e was r e a c h e d G r ace immediatel y taken to lea d e r I go. to a rre s t Short-Ear and bring him to' justice." Putting spurs to his fine h o r s e Hunt rushed down the forest the Indian M-issi o n school w h e r e s h e was t o teach. glade s on pis miss!on. . She told her 8readful' s t o r y to th e superio'r s at the M issi on, "I hate to s e e hIm' leave u s," said Grac e H e lias saved all while Trent hur,rie d ,away to mak e a r e p ort t o the Canadian of our li v es author,ities and the n while Deer-Horn and Sun-Mist joined the "He is a brave mal;I," r e plie d Trent. "But he 'is a member of ,camp of the Assiniboines, aft e r ha ving been libe r a ll y paid for that magnj-f i cent org;h1:ization the Ame rican Mounted .Scouts. s ervic e s oy Trent, Gus B axte r hurrie d off t o p r e par e for The y n ever sleep No man eve r is safe from theln i-f he has his flying trip the... foll. o wit 1 g day back t o F ort A ss inib oine, with committed a crime o They never give up a search for a c,riininal th; P,ony Express. .. until h e has b e e n brought to justice. They are..-making the wild. It s. fi,rst time ,,111 five y.ear s that I g?t the In American and Canadian border-land a place' of safety where trIP said Gus, but I h ave a g r eed ,vrth m e n who can _develop the naturalr es ources of the s e lands are men h e r e to report my late ness und e r the head o f unavoidable not afraid of pre vailing la wlessness, to invest capital. They are. the new Pathfinders of our country.'" .' The joll y little man l a ugh e d and afte r shaking Trent's hand "Here we have been so peaceful that it seems incredible that until his wri s t ached, vanis h e d with a h earty laug h such a gang of ()utlaws lik e the band of Short-Ear could exist," "Ma y his horse and h e flit o ve r th e P o n y Exp r ess trail for said Grace. many years more," thought Trent as he saw the g alla nt little "That i s not so incredible after all," replied Trent. You chap hurrying away. know that even in middle West settled as,it is, the fearful Then Trent retraced his s t e p s t o the Jess e James gang lIVed for years. Short-Ear was our Jesse Grace met him at the door James " .f "To-morrow' early:' she s aid "I want you to come here : I am glad the band of, outlaw s i s ended forever," anq h elp m.e open the lett e r o f Sam Turck. I want y .ou to cr.led Gus Baxter. I t to nd, e If1Y Pony route h elp d eCide wha t t o d o af t e r we., r ead its c ontent s." With any of thos e bandrts about.' "I w)ll be h e re," r e pli e d Tre n t : G oo d night.

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. THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY. 29 CHAPTER XIII SHORT-EAR MAKES HIS "Escaped? The ou-tlaws cut to pieces? You alone. alive of all your band? You lie, you Indian do.g." Sidney Holt h Buy much fire-water." The outlaw started toward the door A huge black form halted him as he t urned t o escape. "Hands up!" crie d th e figur e Y?U c ur, h an d s u p I say! There ill tile doorway, blocking his f or f!eedC!m ,"', oq-billq hi1ll ill a seco lld of his dream, s o f a l i t e o fMrtme :; S environment stood Bob H't#nt, the America n oU!lt d t,/h' with a great whase deadly muzzle was tram, e 0 e outlaw. Short-Ea r d ropped his plunder It fell on t h e h ard-wood floor w ith a lipkhng: crash. T h e bandit's k n ees knocked tgget h e r ; h e saw as if in a dream the day o f his execu t i on. He p u t up his hand,s *ith a l oud ye ll of dread. ;; Th e course of the last of the ban dit g a n g h a d beenl\ln> ',Th e l ong arm o f the law o f the l and which h e had violated for so many y ears ,v,ith deeds o f blood h a d reached and clutched h i m just. when ,he saw fo r tune before his eyes. \ Bob HtUlt had avenge d the deat h o f Sam Turck, and ba<1taken the toll o f t h e law w hen h e arre& t e d ShortEar, Indian bandit. As soon as he had firmly bouOO Shdrt-Ear Hunt hurried to' the s ide of Sidney Holt. He saw i n a m omen t that t h e milli onaire.'was dead. Hun t a larm e d the s e(Vants in the hous e. Sidney Holt's body was c ar r ied t o an upper r oom to be p.re pared for b u r i a l and w i t h One o f thes e quee r strokes of fate a letter l ay o n the t abte which he had evidently been feading w hen Short-Ea r ca ll e d H u n t too k the lib e r ty of refldiilg the letter It t o l d of the s ucc ess o f plans the dead man had made and whic h Indica t e d tha t the qreer of crime u po n which b.e had embarke d w ith, the 01,ltlaws had been entire l y unnecessary. Th e ir o n y o f fate. Thi s i s what always comes to the c r o o ,ked man in any w a l k o f life," mutte r e d Hunt as he led Sho rtEar away to t h e Fo rt Assiniboine, jail which the outlaw did. n o t l e a ve except t o be tri e d f o r the murder of Sam Turck, and l a t e r t o hange d f or t h e dreadful crime. * * * * * W he!). Hugh Trent called o n Grac e H o p ew ell the nex t day a t F ort M arai s s he w a s awai ting him with som,e dread Sheh a t e d to o pe,p. the l ett er written to her by Sam Turck, It w as as if a d ea d h an d had reache d Qut of the g r a ve, to link his with h e r s -) Bu.t s h e brav el y rea d t h e l ette r t o the end, a nd tQen withou t conu;nent han,ded it to Trent. t He r gasping breath showed Trep.t that t.he l e tter), was imPQrtant . He. read it carefully. This is what he n :ad: "Bitte.rwater Gall Stati o n , "Thursday night. "My DEAR GRA CE r am growing to b e an o ld man-no, th#,t i s not right. I am an o ld man. And wh e n age cQmes to us, my d e ar child, we look B a ck at v:anis h e d years, sometime s w onderi n g if all our act s a re right "Now while we hav e never s poken since you ha y.!! become a c harm in g young w o man ther e was a time whe!t w e knew each o th e r w elI-;-bu, t that wa s whe.Q YO\1 were a chill! "You m a y not 'know, it, but you are Il1Y niece." Your
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THE AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY .. "We are on the right, trail," Hunt replied: Yes," the You are wprtli millions." "I suppose so, 'ifJhis letter is correct." '. \ It be correct, for 'you know the Land Office title is the best of the titles thaLoni(can have; I am' an employee of the office ill Washington, and it will not be hard for me to find ex a,ctly the status of y,otir property.' If you will commission me to take up the matter, you wi1l find me' a willing In a few moments the two men stopped on the high point of land where the ill-fated Wind-in-the-Cloud had first met Sidney Holt; when the Squaw-man was acting as sentry for the Certainly I wish you totake up the question," said' Grace. "It was through you and through :Sob Hunt that I came to my fortune, if there is any fortune, for me to come through to." , Grace and Trent laughed rperrily when' they thought that possibly there might be no fortune at 'all; the entire matter being, t4e misunderstanding of the situatiQ n on the part of Sam TurcK. '., I do not care "there is any property or not," cried Grace. I know now that Sam Turck's intehtions were of the best toward me. I shall only always wish that his letter had reached me before the bandi .ts had murdered him, because I mighf have been Ulere and averted' the crime." ", "What could you, a weak girl, do against those outlaws? '! replied Trent. . ",' Then a picture of Grace standing with rifle in han' d like the Goddess o battle, at the great Rock fight with the out-laws, .came to Trent's vision '.. .. He scratched his head with a s mile / ana said" that after all, he would not care to bet that Grace would not ave won ,out in" a fight for Sam Turck's life with the bandits, before his death. \ But I will hurry away," Trent continued, "and will write to Washington at once to exactly determine the p.operty rights you have." , -Trent whowas a steam-engine when it came to doing things for Grace, not' only wrote to Washirtgton, but he commissioned. Gus B,axter, to get all of S ,am Turck's papers from the bank I at Fort Assiniboine; Turck in his letter to Grace had said' his papers were to be found. Toen all Grace and Trent could do was to await answers, but as this made' it necessary without doubt, for Trent to consult daily Grace, and these led to long rioes in the splendidly clear Montana air, Grace for ope, was not at all averse to the consultations, and' it is safe to assume that Trent was not; at least no one heard that he shirked an interview. While Grace and Trent were awaiting news from Washing-ton, Bob Hunt waS'l1ot idle. ' He had found out the fact that the outlaws w ere in possession of a cave and he suspected that he was going to make some startling discoveries when he found the cave. He was sure that it was fuJi of the loot of the bandits. It took many weeks of hard riding )lbout the country to firtd the outlaws' cave. Lieutenant Benton of the American Mounted Scouts, like Hunt, an enthusiastic member of the fine body of young men, rode ,mile after mile' without being able to learn the ,Stightest thing as to the. cave.' ," Short-Ear, in jail at Fort :Assiniboine sullenly refused to any inf<;>rmation. ' One morning, Hunt had an idea. "Come on, Benton," h e shouted to his companion. "Whither away?' ashd Benton. "Off for the outlaw cave this time," cried Bunt. "That's a jolly joke," cried Benton. "I am beginning to Indians'. cried Hunt. "What a splendid, place for a camp. Look here, why we can see twenty-five roUes almost, in this. clear air. If a fly 'stirred any where miles away, a sentry would be able to notify 'tlie outlaws of the fact, and they cot1ld escape long enough hefore any man could climb that long, narrow trail we have just oome over.'" A few steps further, Hunt saw tlie fissure in the great rocks. that led to the cave itself. He gave a shout of delight. ,/ "Hurrah!" Hunt cried, We have found the cave at "We surely have," replied Benton in great excitement. When the twa men entered the cave they darted back in amaze-ment. , "Why look at those fur's," cried Hunt, "as he pointed to the floor or ground ratl:rer, of the cave, which' was covered with bea. utifttl furs irr su<;h absolute profusion that it all made Hunt gasp. ..., "There is a sma]J, fortune in furs here," remarked Hunt. The men qund things just as bandits had left them, and Bob and Benton began a systematIc hunt all ,tllrough the cave. In nearly every strong-box of the dead outlaws they .found rolls of gold coins, and in the room-like place where Short Ear and Sislney Holt had plotted to kill Grace Hopewell, and Holt had paid the outlaw the pdce agreed upon for the murder of Sam Turck, the two men discovered a large part of the chief" outlaw s share of the plunder. After the money had all been counted it was found that there was almost twenty-five thousand dollars, about the price for the murder of Turck. ,. "The bandits had '110t spent much' of tll blood-money," re marked Benton. "No . TheY' did. not have time. They were so anxious to earn more murder cash, that they did not even get a chance to reap the pleasures they had expected to come from the money they already had. In fact, we kept 'em too bursting bus y to spend their blood-money." "You kept them busy all right." 130b Hunt and Benton turned over 'the loot of ,the bandits to the authorities at Fort Assiniboine. , Tqen Hunt. was sent for from North Dakota to root out a gang of smugglers and cattle-thieves, and he, and a detachment of scouts drew up at the Mission to say good-bye to Trent and -Grace. When he saw thj!m he laughed; then he cried merrily: Well, when is the wedding to be?" Grace blushed charmingly and laughed. In the early fall," replied Trent proudly. "Congnltulations, for both of you," cried Bob. "I will come and dance at the wedcling." Then \vith a wave of. dust, and a great hurrah for Trent and Grace, HUI;lt and his -brave fellow riders vanished in the early dawn of a c10ud1ess day. Trent turned to Grace as Hunt rode away. "There goes a brave fellow and a good friend," he said to Grace, think that there :isn't any bandits' cave. " Yes there is. You just wait." "Have you any news about the cave?" "Indeed he is both," she replied, "We would 'not be here to day, happy and content, if he had not led 'the fight at the Table Rock of Long Peak."' "No real neWS, but a pretty: strong suspicion that I am on the right trai!.!' , "Very well, lead on to the cave, my boy. Only I am going to right here that you are off at the top-there isn't any cave." away, I1)Y fine fellqw, but this trip we will find the cave of the outlaws, sure pop." Seems ,to me you are in a trance." "If I am don't wake m<:, up." Hunt led the way on his gray horse to the very foot of. the high mountain where Sidney Holt had first seen a messenger wave h1m in the direction to the-bandits' lair. , Hunt had no messenger but somehow or ether he managed to start up a narrow trail along which the outlaws had usually proceeded to their home. "I guess you have struck the right trail," cried Benton to 'Hunt. "Captain, leok here. See, this trail has been traveled in the past few' weeks. Look how the bunch-grass is pressed down by the ,hoofs of horses." -: "And look here," said Hunt, as he swung dowJ from his saddle and grasped l a moccasin thong which some 9ne had thrown away. 'f! .. ,,' "That broken bit of hide shows the fact that men have beeh here," said Benton, , "By way, ,Grace," said Trent, "I have news for you." "\\I hat IS it?" I "The Land Office at Washington confirms Sam Turck' s title to the I timber lands and you as his niece, and sole surviving relative" are in full possession of the splendid property. You are w orth millions." Grace gasped. "Still further, the prop<:'rty is situated right-where we fought off the outlaws, and the Table Rock -of Long Peak, where we won the grea t fight is about in the center of 'your millions of dollars' :worth of lumber." ; Grace was overj oyect'. "I want Gus BiJ.xter made the superintendent of the great plant ,we must build to turri our timber into gold," she sal _d, and ten thousan
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I ,{ , THE GREATEST ALL WEEKLIES BY THE GREATEST OF ALL DETECTIVE WRITERS eLl} SLEUTH WEEKLY ..... __ ';;" _..;. ... __________ gR. Frl'day, are the greatest oetect.ive stories ever \vritten. No man has ever lived in t his These stories, issued every lIt with excitement and desperate situa. co lby or any other whose tales are so thnllmg, so en.!ranc1og, W lIe 1 so other library, each story having tIO':,'S as those of "OLD SLEOTH," The stories are twice as long as those In any the enOl'mous total of 50,000 words, Nothing like it ever attempted, \ THE FOLLOWING NUMBERS ARE NOW OUT: "0 a TI T k being the confInuation crf "The American Monte 1, The Retum of Old Sleuth the Detective; or The Great Philadelphia ,. rae; G 71 The Omnipl-esent Avenger; being the continuation of "On Their 2. The J\lystery of the Missing l'vlillions; or Tracked by a reat Track. Detecti.ve, cr d S b' th conel u s i on of "The Omnipresent ". The Sec:'et a( the Haunted Hou&e; or The Great Detective's Tragic 72. Trage y an" trategy; eIng e Find, 73 Th AVenger D t t" e' G eatest Case; or Phil' Tremaine to the 4. The King of all Delectives; or Young Jack Sleuth on the TraiL e ypsy e ec I V s r G, The G iant Detective's Last Shadow; A Tale of I1erculean Detective 74.' New York; or-The American Monte.Cristo's Winning -Aqventure.( .. / HaneL 6 The S,lent Terror; A NarratIve of Ge)lUl11e DetectIve Strategy, 75, The Old Weird Legacy; A fal e of Marvelous HappenIngs 7. The V ciled Beauty; or The of the Callforma HelJ'ess. in India. ' 8. The 'Mystery of the SpanIard s Vendetta; or A Great DetectIve s 7 6 A Mysterious Disappearance; A Singularly Strange NarratIve, Marvelou, Strategy, '. 77: The Red 'Detective; A Great tale ot Mystery, D. The Great Banp Robbery; or Trackedby a Female DetectIve. 78. The Weird Warnings of Fate; or Ebeon's Strange Case. 10. Gld Sleuth's Greatest Case; or Caught by th!, King of all DetectIves, 79. The Treasureof the Rockies; A Talc of Strange Adventures, II, The' nay Ridge }lystery; or O]d Sleuth's Hand.. -80, Bonanza Bardie's Winning Strike; being the sequel to "The Treasur e 1 12. Sl.adowed to his Doom; or Fotled b. the XaI).ke:e, of the Rcckies." 13. Trapping the Counterfeiters; or The Llghtnlllg the TraIL -81, Long Shadow, the Detectiv!'; A Tale of IndIan Strategy. 82, Disguise DetectIve; The W,erd Adventures of a Trans McDarragh. ..... 83. A Youflg 'Detective's Great Shadow; A Narrative of Extraardmary 16. The GI'eatest ;\[ystery of the Age; or Saved by the GIPSY uetectlve, Detective Devices. 1 7. Trapping the Maonshillers; or Strange. Adventures of a Government 84. S t ealthy Brock tbe Detective; or Trailed to their Doom, Detective in the Mountallls.. 8D. Old Sleuth to the Rescue; A Startling Narrative of Hidden Treasure. 18. The Giant Detective Among the Cowboys; or The WeIrd Narrative of 86, Old Sleuth, the Avenger; being the sequel to "Old Sleuth to the a l\1an Rescue. n 1!), T :he:\1 of the Black Trunk; or J\1aryfred s Quest, 87, The Great Jewel Mystery; or The Right lIfan In Ca'e, 88. Wizerd Detective; A NarratIve of Wonderful Detect.ives. .. \.... \ 89. Foiling the Conspjrators; or Daring Tom to the The Beaullfu) c;nmma l ; ,or :rhe New York s $trangest Case, DO, The Banker's' or Weird Adventures 'of Phenome!:nl _J The Great 1 raIn Robber:v; or Saved by a '\-oman Det.ectlve. T'Oe" 21. The ItaljaJ? A Tale. of lIIarv,elolls PJ'ats. 91, Gaslla;on i the Italian Detective; A Strange \Veird Tale.of City L!fe 25, Red. L l g!lI NIII, ,he RIVer DetectIve; 0, Th e RaundUp of the Wharf, 92, The Vengeance of Fate; being the sequel to "Gasparol11, the ItalIan Rat $ Gang. . Detective." 2G. The Twtn Shadawers; or A SupnslDg Case of Uistaken 93, The Secret Special Detective' or .. Old Transform" on the TraIl. 27, The S,l1uggle r s of Ne", York. Bay.; or 'rhe R,ver Pllates' reatest 94. The Shadow o f a Crime; or the" Iron Duke's" Case Crrmc. 95, The Secret of the Kidnapped Heir; r\ Strange Detecllve NarratIve. 28. Black. Raven. the Terrer of the Georgla Meanslllners; or .1 he Moun 96. Foiled by a Female Detective; being the sequ e l to. The Kidnapped tmn.c;ers' Heir:" Unmas kll1g a V IlIam; or The FreAd, s Greatest -Case. the 97, Old Ironsides" in New York; or The Daugllter of the G. A. R. :;0. ?y a RUSSian Duke; or An., Anlencan DetectIve Among 98. The l r i sh Detective; or Fergu s Connor's Greatest. Case. Nlhlhsts. 1 OD, The Shadow Detective; or The Mysteries of a NIght. The lIfy.tely of the Black Pool; or The Dutch DetectIve 5 Sensattona 100. Detect ive Thrash the l\fan.Trapper; A Story o f Extraordinary De. F ln.d. d' Gh 1 D' tective BZ. Th!, VeIled L ady af.the RUIns; or .Hamu s ast y lScovery. 101, .. O l d Ironsides' at' His. Best; A M",ve,lous Detective NarratIve. R3. F'?Iled by '" Corpse, 01 A Tale. of. GI eat 102 Trailed by an Assas$in; A Tale o f Haltan yengeance. 34. NIght Hawk, the Mou nted Detect,,'e, or'Tradlng the Mountam, Out 103, T h e Lust of Hate' being the seque l to .. TraIled by an \ ssassln." laws.." \ 104. A Cu.rse; The Harv t of Sin. K"lnapped I n New Y,ork; Or The Dangers of' a Great' CIty. ,105. 'Phe HQtel 1'rngedy' orAlanfred's Greatest DetectIve :l,ft. Lllred by Sirel ) ; or Ii,. Clutches of a Beautifu l Blackmailer, 100, The Mvstery of being the sequel to The Hotel Tragedy. :l7. Old Sleuth's Triumpb; or The Great ?ttyster)" ,I 1Q7, Gardemore the Detective; or the Killg o f the" Shadow.,.," :lR A Trail of Blood; Being the sequel to .. Old Sleuth's Triumph." lOR The Fatal, Chair' being the seque l to Gardemore, the Detective. 39, The ,Band of the" Red Oath; or Run to Cover by a Government, 109, The of l'vr;'ste;y; or The Graveyard lIifurder. 110. The Twisted ,Trail; beinll' the seq uel to, the l'vIask of 40. Tempte. n .by a Wama,n; The Freroch Narrow E scape, 111, illoath Bell; or The of Detectlyes the hd,ans, n The MIllIon Dollar ConspIracv; 01' Old Sleuth to the Rescul'. 112. The Captlve; bemg the contll1UatlOn of Booth Bell. 42, i\ccllsed from the Cbffin; or The Fr'lstration o f a Dastardl? Plot, 11S Booth Bell's Twisted Trail; being the sequel to The BeautIful Coolness Cunning; o r Trailed bv .. Faithful ilfike-' Captivc. , 44, Foiled by L'lve; or The" Mollv Maguire,'" La", St.nd. 114. The W a ll St.reet Detective ; or Harry 'Yeir, the LiRhtning TraIler .. 45. Under a Million Disguises; or lI1anfred the MetamorphOsist'. 115. The Banker's Secret; being the se(Jue l to The \Vall Street DetectIve. 40., Tracken by the Man of Mvstery; or ).1anfred's Great Triump-h, being tJ6. The Trail: or The Mvstery of a Lost Ca5ket. a sequel to Und .. r a Million DisglJ i 5e,. 117. The House of j'yfystet:Y; being the seque l to The Wizard' s Trail. 47, The Human B1oadHound; or The Bowery D e t e ctive on the Trail. 118. ()Id Sleuth in York; or Trailing a Great Griminal. 48. ).{anfrcd's Strangest Case; or Foiled the Weird Detective. 119. Manfred, the' Ventriloouist DetectIve; or Wonderful Midnight 49. MonteCristo Ben, the Ever Ready Detective; A Narrative of Re in New York. markabl e Complications. 1 !l. Wild Madge; or The Fema l e Government Detective. 50, O l d Tcrri1)le, the Jran Arm Detectiv.e.; o. The Mystery of The Beauti 121, Old E lectricity in New York; or Wayne Wi'flthrop's Trail of a ful"-Heiress. w U Dead Secret. tJ """ '1\1. The Stai' n o f Guilt ; or "uld :puritan" to the Rescue. 122. Gamal the Hunchback; or The Adventures o f a Ventriloquist. 52. A Conspiracy oJ Crime; or FoiHn.E the Kidnappers Set h Bond, Detective; or the Mystery o( an Old Mansion, ;;3. "Old Irons ide s in France; or Trailecl by th; Giant Detective. 124, Galloway the Detective; or Running' the Crooks to Earth. ::;4, The ,Beat,tiful Mystery of Paris; being the seque l to "Old 12:;. Olel Sleuth's or A Fair Daug-hter's Fate. sides" in France, 126, Presto Quick; or, The \eird Magician Detective. :;;" The Gypsv D etective,.on the Trail; or S o lving a Great Crime. 127, Old Ironsides Long Trail; or The Giant Detective Out 'Vest. 56. The Half BIeed s Secret; A Narrative of Phenomena l A Mystery. 1M. The League of Four. ; or The Trail a( the 1Ilan Tracker. 62, The ,Voird vetective; or .. Old Baldy" on the Tra il. 135. The House of Fear; or The Young Duke's Strange Quest. 63, A Terrible lIIystery; A Navative of Peculiar Detective !fricks and Devices. 64, The Strangest My, tery in the World; or Harry Brand's Winning Play. 66, The Old. 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STANDING ALONE AT THE HEAD OF ITS CLASS The American Indian Weekly --PUBLISHED EVERY THURSDA Y This great weekly is a radical departure from all other five-cent weeklies that are now being publi shed. It has the greatest stories of frontier life, of Indians and of the far West that have ever been issued. -The stories are longer than those published in any other five-cent library, except the celebrated OLD SLEUTH WEEKLY. J They are all edited by Colonel Spencer Dair, the most celebrated Indian Scout, Bandit Tracker and Gun Fig hter of modern fiction. A new number is is s ued every Thursday. LIST OF TITLES Decembe r 1-No. 1. THE OUTL A W S PLEDGE .................... or The Raid on the Old Stockade Decembe r 8-No. 2. TRACKED TO HIS LAIR ............ : ... . or The Pursuit o f the Midnight Raide r December 15-No. 3. THE BLACK DEATH ..................... ... or The Curse of the Navajo Witch December 22-No. 4. _THE SQU A W MAN' S .................. ... or Kidnapped by the Piute s December 29--No 5 TRAPPED BY THE CREES .... ............. . ... or Tricked by a Renegade Scout January 5-No. 6. BETRAYED BY A MOCCASIN .......... or The Round-Up of the Indian Smugglers January 1 2-No. 7. FLYING CLOUD'S LAST STAND ... ........ or The Battl\! of Dead Man's Canyon January 19-No. 8. A DASH FOR LIFE ......................... : ....... or Tricked by Timber Wolves January 26-No. 9. THE DECOY MESSAGE ....................... or-The Rus e of the Border Jumpers February 2-No.10. THE MIDNIGHT ALARM .................. or' The Raid on the Paymaster' s Camp February 9-No. 11. THE M A SKED RIDERS ............... .......... or The of Grizzly Gulch February 16-No. 12. LURED BY OUTLAWS ... ............. . or The Mounted Ranger's Desperate Ride The AMERICAN INDIAN WEEKLY is for sale by all newsdealers and booksellers, or it will be sent to any address postpaid by the publishers upon receipt of 6c per copy, 10 copies for 50c. All back numbers always in stock. THE ARTHUR WESTBROOK COMPANY CLEVELAND, OHIO, (I. S. A.


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