Giant Pete and his pards, or, Trapper Tom, the wood imp


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Giant Pete and his pards, or, Trapper Tom, the wood imp

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Giant Pete and his pards, or, Trapper Tom, the wood imp
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Beadle’s Boy’s Library of Sport, Story and Adventure
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Copyrig h t, 1891, by Beadle & Adams. Ente red a t P ost o m ce N e w York, N. Y as s econd c l ass matter. M a y 2 1 1899. N u 2 0 Publihe d 1 E uertJ W aek .. 1 .. J U J IVERS & C O Publl hero, ( J ameR Sulllvan., P ropr J etnr.1 319 l'earl Street, N e w York. GIANT PETE AND HIS PARDS. BY T. C. HARBAUGIL

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Copyright, by & Adams. Kntered at Post Office, New York, N.Y as second c lass matLer .Muy 21, 1899. No 20 P11blishtd Every Week. in. J. IVERS & CO., Publishers, (James Sullivan, Proprietor,) 319 l'en.rl Street, New York, Price5Cenls. Vol II $2.50 a Year. GIANT PETE AND HIS BY T. C. j8.APl'EB TOil LOOltJl:D /l.T TBlli DKAD SIOUX A PULL llllNUTll: WITHOUT BEFLYING TO OLD TOllAB/l.WX'S QUESTION,

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Tra.pper 'l'om, ihf? Wood .tmp. Giant Pete and His Pards; OR, TiiAPPER 'I'OM, ""'VVOOD I]Y.[P_ .BY T. C. HARBAUGH. CHAPTER I. DEFENDING HIS RIGHTS. ON thA b mk of a well woooled stream which, rising am01.g the bills of north western W y oming, north, and at last loses itself in the majestic Y llowstone, rose a Silla II cabin, built or r ough J )gs, well chinked, and capable of affording b ith protection and shelter. It was to' small to accommodate a sPttler'3 family or i;c ny size, and then it was too far re moved frori a settlement of ao. v prete nsion to convey the belier tbsit tiller or the soil bad b1ought wife aud little o.nes to that spot. It stooed by his own bands, he loo'red like a boy Kit 'Carson, who, breaki ng frnm the restraints of had resolved for a while to try the wild life of a young lord 1f the wilderoes. -Tbe eyes nf tbe boy "Vere black, moreover possessed of-a merry twinkle. His face was bandsome, wen rounded and ru:idy, the work of good foorl, exercise and the healtbful winds of the great Nortbwest. His figure was well built. shapely in every respect, and be stood but five feet in the serviceable moccasins that covred his feet. Behind him ro1e tbe cabin, and leaning against It at bis right hand was a trusty rifle, which was, without doubt, the boy's best friAnd. When tbfl last of thq setting sun had di'.ll on Sioux Tho gamA doesn't bel o .Jg t-o the Indian. and I have rights here which even be must respect." The boy reappeared at the door or the hut as lae uttered the last word, He carried ocross one shoulder now a stick from which hung three good beaver-trap, and baving closed the cabin door behind him, he picker! up the rifte and hurried ofi. tower<' the stream. A few 'steps brought him to the crystallike waters of the littlti tributary, aod he was soon following them in tbeir course to t'1e north. Tbe shadows lengthened u11til the whold face of the country seemed in eclip3e, but the boy trapper pursued bis way. At last he came to what appeared to bet tn laod bayou above whose surface rose a T)U:nber of queer-looking elevations which were Leaver hou>es. Tbe bov was in the midst of good ver ter ritory, aod after surveying as mucn. of the scene as was observable, be unloadtid I.it and proceeded to se t tbern His movements inrlicated that it was not !us firt vi sit to tbe lace. times before he bad bis trap3 O'I j!Ooj b ?a v er-trails only to discover tb'lt sc i;ne snettking villain bad vi s i t e.l t.nem before. I 1m and deftly ab3tracted tbPi.' vict,ims. F.>r sone days prior GO tbe op niog of >Ur st.ory the blly was re0<:atedly robbed N ver before had .this tnio-' happene d to him. was inclioerl \.o think t .bat. hail discovered his trap aod robbed them bf 1 ,beir gam.,, Indians! The tbou1tht was not a pleasant one for tb9 trapnr "'ho bad rlared to s t his trnps on the verKe or the great trapping-ground clairned .rnd frequenterl by the S nux at wbo 5 e b ea d a" cbief t.ood the renowned and blood tbir
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'l'rappet> Tom, the W Imp. s ed, for tbe night grew into long watches, and Trapper Tom, as the Wood Imp l'&lled himself, was cc.mpelled to nurse bis restlessness as best be could. All at once be started and leaned forward. Had bis sharp ears caught the footsteps of the beave r-thief? No, there was a commotion at the edge of the water, and Trapper Tom knew that one of the tre ps bad secured its victim. Instantly Revera) splashes sounded in as many dirctions, as the beaTer, alarmed by the. catastrophe which bad befallen one of their number, sought the scattered over the bayou, and a f!iw moments later the silence of deatb brooded over the scene. A satisfied swile overspread the face of the boy. "The trap has caught a beaver, now I will catch the thief." He bad beard another sound which he knew was not made by the entrapped animal, and his eyes had c11.ugbt sight of a figure gliding toward tbe successful trap with th" stealth of the pan ther. "That's the reseal!" grated Trapper Tom, aR be gAze d at Lbe prowler with a pair of eyes that fairlv flashed. "Want my beaver, do you?" be went on. "Well, my pesky red-skin, I may at-tempt to keep my property." -:i saw the p elt-tbief pass within a fe\'V' feet of bis perch, and all at once he lowered himself from the limb and dropped to the ground with out noise. In anotiler moment be bad thrown himself fearlessly on the trail of tbe sneak-thief, who, intPnt only on obtaining ti;ie gl!rr.e already S<'Pnted. did not look once behmd him. and nearer to the night prowler crept Trapyer Tom whose eyes glistened more a,nd more AS be arlvanced. saw the trap-nse. Tr11pPl'r 'rom was surveying t be detected thief from head to foot, not only mad, but dis gusted. Re had expected, even boperJ. to catch a redskin: t>ut Instead, be hAd unmasked a white rascal--0ne of those forest vagabonds who are too meRn to attempt an honest livelihood. "Who are you, anyhow!" suddenly asked the man. "Don't think I ever bad the pltasure ov yer acquaintance before. Are you the owner ov the shanty back tbar on the creekY'' The nonchalance and impudence of the man were insultinlf. "Yes. sir!' said the boy. "That cabin is mine. The beaver yc.u have already taken be lon(l:ed to me and my name is Trapper Tom." "Glad to bear fo, I am," was the answer. "Trapper Tom, eh? Not much bigger tban a minute. Say, I could eat you up." The stature of tbe little trapper seemed to increase an inch at this bot st, and ble ey s said "Try it, sir," in lanfuage not to be mistaken. "Who are you? be asked. "It must be true es you have said that we have met for tho first time." '' MeY I'm Old 'FOmabawk.'' And the speaker sbowed his teeth in a grin. "Look here, my little chap. When I want a thing I generally take it." "If it belongs to you." "Sometimes if it doesn't. Didn't you hint awhile ego that I war about to take yer bea verY'' "I did.'' "Don't be too fast. I want something besides beaver just now. Scalps!" '!' here's only one here and that's mine," la ttgbed Trapper Tom. "Are ye sure ov tbetY'' "No; there's yours." "Which makes two. But tbar's more than two. How long bev you lived here?" "Five months." "And Feen no Injunsr "No. I've bad this paradise all to myself.'' "Bev, eh! Wbar bv yer eyes been? Come this way, greeny. Old Tomahawk '11 show yon .1 --llefore Trapper Tom could resist be was be ing dragged from the spot, with bis arm en circled by Old Tomahawk' s Fkeleton band. Down the edge of the bayo11 he was dral!'.ged, then along the sluggish stream that fed it to its junction with a larger tributary Of the YeJJo -I At the foot of a rather steep bank Old Tomahawk stopped and dropped the boy trapper's arm. "Look tharl" he said, pointing toward ground. Trapper Tom gazed for a moment and then recoiled with a cry. On rQ.e ground lay a dead Indian, freshly scalped! "No lnjuns here, you say, eh!" grinned Old Tomahawk. What do you think now 1" CHAPTER II. IN A TERRIBLE PREDICAMENT. TRAPPER TOM looked ttt the dad Sioux a full minute without replying to Old Tomahawk's "Lived here five months without sPein' a red skin? Great Jebosaphatl Trappe r Tom, whar VPr i;eepers been all the time I'' "Wbere tbey are at this minute-in roy head," was tbe answer. ''I doubt tbat." remarked Ola Tomahawk doubtinglv. "See here, to be plain, I killed 'hat red-skin not an hour ago. I'm not in these

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Trapper Tom, the Wood. !mp. parts fer b,.aver, but fer scalps I'm a big lnjun-bunt and it's queer that m.Y trail should bev l e d m e 1er e wbar you hev'n't seen a red skiu in fiv e months!" "Tb ere I' said Tra pper,.,T:wi. irritate d by Old Tomahawks words and manner. ''If there bad he e n lndia11s in these parts they haven't molest ed me." "That's 1 o sign they don't intend ter," was tbe qick res p on se. ''If you'll go back toyer cabin 1 '11 tell you ometbing." Trappe r om seemed to hesitate. What! t 3 that dark-faced fellow to bis cabin stocked wii h the valuable results of trail and trao1 He remer. 1bered that be bad caught Old Tomahawk in t 1e act of lifting a beaver from bis trap, and row tbe disreputable character had coollv ask e l to be c onducted to tbe cabin stored witb' pelts 111bicb, to the bo v, were a snug little fortune. It is no "' :mJer that the Wood Imp hesitate d. "l see! 1 xC'laimed O l d Tomahawk. Y o u 've got sometbi ug under yer shanty roof you don t want tbis forest pilgrim ter examine Y o u seem ter b e ieve yet tbat I war gain' ter lift a b eaver awt i le ago. 'Pon honor, boy. I war'n't. J bold up n1y banom an::I folded bis long arms upo n his c nst.. "Trapper Tom, tbar ar' more Iojuns than be. doesn't make one Injun l e ss. How many pPlts bev you!" Ttiat was a bold question. Tbe hoy bart alrea
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Trapper the Wood Imp. a got away from tbet l!Bme Injun town. Wbat do you think took 'em out9" 1 My treasure I" Old Tomahawk's eyes twinkled. Are you sure you still own them bides?" be asked. Trapper Tom's reply was a bound toward a rougbly-fasbiof\!ld ladder whose upper end was lost to view among the shadows-overhead. Placing one foot on the lower round be went up with the agility of a sailor, and Old Tomahawk 8aw him disappear beyond a dark open ing which was nothing less than a passagewal to a garret, the storebouse of the Jittle'trapJ.ler s treasure. Of course it was dark where the skins were stored, too dark to let Trapper Tom's eyPs be of any service to him, and he stood for a moment with bis moccasins on the top round of tbe ladder. All at once the anxious man below saw him descend. The buy came down the ladder with more than u s u u l rapidity, and, as be landed on the ground. be wheeled upon Olrl Tomahawlt, and presented a face 'that almost tbe lfidian i::unter forward. The next instant the boy stood before the gaunt trailer. "M.v skins are there yet, Tomahawk,'' said Trapper Tom, in a cautious wbiper. "But, my God! they are wPigbted down with lu junsl" It was a brief report of a terrible dicovery. For a second Old ToraabaV1k seemed stunned. Then be sprung forward and swung to tbe door, placing in its proper place the stout oak barricade. "Th r ar' Injucs outside, too, boy I" be said, hoarsely. CHAPTER Ill. MORE THAN HIS MATCH. RED SKINS in the loft overhead, and red-skins just beyond the cabin door. Is it a wonder that Trappe r Tom looked into O)d T omahawk's eyes for a full minute after the last announcement and {id not articulate a single syllable He bad been permitted to trap five months in peace, and no red-skin bad come to frighten him from bi& trapping-1?round. He had accumulate d a large quantity of the most valuable pelts, was l ooking forward to the time when h e could astonish tbe managers of tbe neare$t trading-post with the results of bis winter with bis traps. But now be bad made a discovery terrible enough to blanch the cheeks of the bravest trAppPr. His p e Hs had hPen found by the wily Indian; a Jot Of tbe !'Pd fiends were BCtnaJly lying UpOn them, eud Old Tomahawk had just declared tbat tbere were others Around tbe rabin. "Injuns on yer :i;>elts, ehl'" said tbe gaunt trailer, bard upon his announcement, and before Trapper Tom C<)uld speak. "Wal, ef this ain't a pickle, I'm no judge. I saw one feller, bigger than a grizzly, sr.eakin' outside tbar when I ebut the door. How many ar' lfio' on tber skiost" "I didn't stop to count them,'' answered ttie little trapper. "I touched tbe of one. and beard" others: that was enough." "They war weitin' for you to come back, hut they didn't expect me to come along," end Old Tomahawk smiled. "No, my candy, since we'l'e in tbe brine an' pretty well pbkled, we've got t" get out." "Yes,'' said -the Wood Imp, resolntely. "Those skins up there are as pl'edous e my own, almost. The red skins shall nllt carry one away .I haven't trapped ell "inl;er to buy a Jot of dirty Sioux a few gallons ol fire watr. I propoi;e to defend my property to the last extremity." "And I'll help you. Trapper Tom I" cried Old Tomahawk as be strode forward aud sei zed the boy's band. Them Injuns up in the loft l
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.. Trapper Tom. the Wood Imp. to the store-house of the pelts and began to as cen'1. "Let me git my fingers on a moccasin!"' be sllid half audibly to himse lf. "I'm itcbin' to cl o se on an Injuri ankle. The boy don t more than half trust me, an' I don't wonder at it, seein' wbar be caught me to-night, an'judgin' from my beRuty." The old fellow by t his time had reached tbe top of the ladder. and a part of bis lank figUIe had disappeared beyond the opening. With bated breath and anxious face the boy trappe r watched them from below. At once O l d Tomahawk's hand began to search the darkness that reigned in the garret. "Wbar's that lnj m moccasin Trapper Tom eays he f elt!" he asked bimselt. "I guess the boy war-N J I he war not mistaken . I've tackle d it!" The next second the lnilian bunter was pulling away at an ankle which his sk eleton hand bad su idenly encircled, and, the In dian's struggles,. be was drawing him surely tO" ward him. "Thar's a. foo t in thet moccasin, sure enough I" he call e d down to Trapper Tom. "I've caught a dai y in the trap that never J e ts up Qtl a victim, H ere he comes! Look out for a red As be tioisbd he drew the red-skin to the opening, and Trapper Tom who bad sprung to the foot of the latider spruog back at sight of the red enemy in OM Tomahawk's The Inibn was a lusty Sioux buck who had n o t yet won bis eagle f e athers, but he was not too young to m a k e on e of a thieving puty whose g olll was the store-house of a lot of valuable skins. "He's about yer siz e so I'll toss him down to you!" continu e d Old Tomahawk to tbe little trapper. "I like to tackle somebody of, my s i ze. L 'l ok out! he c o mes!" Trappe r Tom cauld prepare to meet the Indian youth, b e was tumbling bead over he e ls d o wn the ladder, and be landed on the ground so suddenly that the boy involuntarily retrented. If the Indian was not OM Tomabawk"s he wo.s more than the boy's; but what Trap per T 1m lackad in physique be m ore than made up in c o urage. Th e Sioux: had sc
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Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp. wounded Siou::r: es be leaped arross the thresh old to lose bim!ielf in the night beyond! The Indian's escape bed not lasted a minute, bnt before the beaver-bunter rEwovered from his astonishment O d Tomahawk bad tb'e door again and had it barricaded oncP mar. "More'n a handful, warn't he, Tom1" be asked with a grin es be faced the Woo d Imp. "He's the only red-skin I found among the pelts-" "But I beard more then one up then." "-I don't doubt that,". was tbe response. "But you see whar tbar's a hole the rats will git cut." "A bole?'' "Yes: t .bar's a hole in yer roof big enough to let an Iajua out. Somehow or oth e r, tbet young buck stayed behind. Mebbe he wishes he hadn't now." Trapper Tom without reply sprung to the fal len ladder. "I must see to my pelts. I do not doubt that the Indians carried off tbe best ones." "Tbey all seem to be there, but I don't know bow many you b d. Mebue you bad better inspect the pile." Tbe ladder was speedly set bock in its place, end, provided with a light, Trapper Tom as cended to the loft. He found abundant evidence thre of the visit of more than one Indian, end a hole in the roof already discovered by Old Tomahawk showed him how they got away. He next examined the pre!'ious pelts end uttered en exclamation of joy when be discovered that, although they had made soft couches for thEj thieving Sioux, not one bad been taken. Yes, they were still safe, but the circumstances that surrouncl e d them were no guarantee that they would remain so. He closed the opening in the roof es well a" be coulp "'ith tbe means then at his disposal, and to the waiting Indian bunter with his report. "I'm glad to bear they're safe," said Old Tomahawk; "but, my dear boy, you en' yer pelts ar' just now in a mighty ticklish piece." "Ticklish or not, sir, I'm going to stay here and keep them or lose my >; yet. For a moment the oceupents of the cabin stood face to face with (']asped bands, and when tbey stepped apart, a frieudsbip w hich death only could break bad been formed. "We've got to prepare fer a tussle," said Old Tomahawk. "The Injuns bave 5cnt ed the plunder, en' they're not goin' back without it if they kin, h elp it. I kno v Mountain Pete an' the whole p osse out tbar o nly too well, an' I celkerlate that some ov 'em ht .Te beard ov Old Tomahawk." "If they have not, th e y will form bis ec quointance, eh, my friend?" "Wal, they will," was tbe re .ply, its the of the Indian hunter twinkled savagely. "Who Vs yer stock ov ammunition, boy?" Trapper Tom repli e d by showing his n e w friend a sma ll k ell.' of powder, a lot of bells, witJh lead and molds for more, an additional rifle, and two xtra revolvers. Old Tomahawk pronounced the little arsenal "a.goo d' lay-out," and remarked that Mountain Pete end hh friends would meet with a warm reception if they openly attacked tbe c bin. Contrary to Trapper Tom's expectations, the .minutes passed without bringing on opeu hOstili ties. He thought that the wounded Indian's escape would be swiftly foJowed by an att, ack, but Old T omahawk a ssured him that the set outside bad their beads together and were plotting some new devilment. During t be calm, tbe pelts stored in tbe loft of tbe cabin were carri d below end piled in one corner that they might be bette r defended. It was feared tbat as the Ind ii n!!' who had been conce a led among tbe skins bad escaped by tbtJ roof, they would return by the cbaanel during en attack on the cabi and get away witb the preciou s booty. The of the results of Ton's trapping season gl a ddened tbe eyes of Ol d Tomahawk when tbey_ formed a great heap in cne corner of the little ap: rtment. There "'ere "kins of all tbe fur-beerir g ani malq of that portion of the great Nortbwet foxes, beaver. mink, muskrat and marten, with soma -legant beer robes end ., olf-skins. Trapper T o m's eyes glowed wit.h pride as be surveyed the heap, and be mentally vowed that they should not pass from bis han<}s into the posseSFion cf a lot of red-skins. His knowledge of traps and trapping bed stood him in good need; he bed accumulated fur enough to permit him to retire from the business with a competence that would piece him beyond toil.and went. We need not. des!'ribe the with which the occupants of the isolated cabin a waited the att. llck they both expected. Not a souild disturbed the vigils oP tbe night, and Old Tomahawk ascended to t l : e loft n ore 1 ban once, and peering through th crevices in the roof, saw the stars that be1mtified the cloud less sky. "It kinder mystifies me," be s a id. atlts?: "This stillness doesn't mean tba. t Mountain Pete an' bis red pards have said 'GoodbJ::, Trapper Tom,' an' gone home, Tell that halt

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8 'Trapper Tom; the Wood Imp. I J ..... ......... blood whar thar's a dressed beaver-hide, an'he'll get it er lose bis hair!" The light that. dimly illumined Trapper Tom's C!lbin burned low, and was not revived when it at last bade the two friends adieu. long at last drew to a close, and the boy trapper nailed the first gray streaks of .dawn with a crv of delight. "iliorning! Look, Tomahawk! We will know aomet;hing now." Sure enough, morning bad come again. Trapper Tom's first bound was to a crack be tween the logs, and soon be was eagerly survey the premises outside. "Tbev have gone, sure enough!" he exclaim ed. "Tomahawk, there isn't an Indian in sight." Au investigation by the old Indian-hunter provecf the truth of the boy's observation, but the door was not unbarred nor was the vigil ance tor a moment relaxed. The light grew stronger as the day advanced, and the sharp eyes of the boy trapper per ceived a dark-red line that extended from the cabin toward the river. This was undoubtedly the blood-trail of Young EJgle, the Sioux whom he had wounded in the encounter in the but. Trapper Tom felt a fierce triumph tugging at bis b eart s trings while his eyes followed the red trail; be bad cut the young Indian deeply, yet he vearned to follow the trail to the end. Tue sun came up and dissipated the last ha dows of ni g h t ; it showed Trapper Torn and Old Tornabawk tbe surroundings of the cabin, but not a r e d-skin did it r e veal. "Met>be tbev have departed, but not for long," said the la k Indian-hunter. "What have you got for breakfast!" This question carried the Wood Imp to his backwoods larder, whose contents con>isted at that moment of some bear-meat, a wild turkey, and a haunch of cold venison. With this spread before them, the two friends ate a hearty breakfast, for the vigils of the nignt ju>t pas> e d had sharpe ned their appetites. "Now," O l d Tomahawk, as be settled back from tbe feat, "l'll tell you a fnnnyst.ory b e fore M oun> .ain Pata an' bis pards come back. I asked you H you found a stake in one corner ot this cabin whe n you took possession of it, you looked at me an' yer eyes said: 'Is Old romallawk crazy?' Wal, I'm not crazy n ow, boy, ef I war onc e About t e n years ago 1 war pro> p actin' somawhar, an' I run across a vein ov gold thet war a -dandy. I war alone, h 1t the gold war to be had fur the pickin' up. Now, you'll ope n yer eyes afore I git through; but l'm ready to swear to every word I say. Wal, wbar I found the gold I built a cabin an' stayed thar awbile till I ha:l accumulated nug gets enough to place O l d Tomabawk forever b eyond want. I built mv cabin, I recollect, right over the mouth ov ther sbatt I bad sunk, an' had the secret all to myse lf. At last I con cluded to go back to wbar l had started from, so I covered tber mouth of the shaft, drove a stke in one corner of the shanty, covered up all-traces ot gold, an' pulled out. "On my way back I war captured by a lot of Sioux who tied me to an unbroken horse an' I gave the animile the whir,. Heaven knows whar that mad critter didn t run to. When I came to my senses whar do you think I wart I war lyin' on a board in a minin'-camp away down in Colorado, an' ther miners had tied me hast to prevent me from .wand'rin' off. I had been tbar fer three months, crazy 11s a loon oil the time, talkin' about a gold-mine, an' tryin' tar draw a map ov the route to it on the ?."round. I say that war nigh ten years' ago, Tr!!pper Tom. Since that time I've triad a thousand times to find'tbat shanty, but my mind's forgot the route. I can't tell what the shanty looks like, but I do know that I planted a stake in one corner, an' notbin' more. Of late rrve given up all tbonghts of ever se ein' it a?."ain, an' took t'.3 hunti,n' the Sioux thet tiPd me to thet horse. Somawhar t .het cabin stands to-day, an' under it is a gold mina tbet would create a sensation. I've heard ov lone cabins in the mountains, au' I've tramped to every one; but no siake in the corner. It's been disaJ5p'intment year arter year. Wban 1 think too hard my bead aches an' I feel as if tber crazy spell war comin' back. Tbet's wby I asked you last night, boy, whether thar war a stake in one corner of this sbanty when you came here Old Tomahawk's story is a queer one, don't you. think1 but every word is as true as preachiu'." The old fellow ceased and his eyes wandered first to one corner and the n to another. His story and his manner of telling it had impressed Trappe r Tom. "I'd like to help you bunt your lost gold mine,'' be said. "It's no us e Tb.et shanty is lost ferever. S3me day a storm will tear it to pie ces an' a lot ov re1 greasers will find the but to Old T imabawk it is forever lost. H I only could remember the shape ov the shanty an' the profile ov the kentry thet surrounded it I might run across it .oma time; but tbesa tbiagg hitve passed. out ov my bead. No. I gu!lss l'il fight Injuns ther rest ov my life." Old Tomahawk ended with a la.ugh, which was supplemented by tbe sharp crack of a rifle. Tile next second Trapper Tom leaped to bis feet and then staggered back, a red spot show ing itself on his s1Joulde1 where the buckskin coat was torn. "Winged I" cried Old Tomahawk, as be sprung. to the boy's sirle, rifle in hanci and eyes flashing madly. I guess I know whose com pliments tbat w,ar." By this time the boy trapper bad recovered, and he opened bis trapping-coat tn see the mark of tha bullet which bad entered tbe cabin be tween two logs. "Who fired that shot" be cried between clinched t e eth. Was it th01t young Indian I "No. Judgin' from the size ov this bullet, Trapr,er Torn I'd call the shooter Mountain Pete,' anrl Old Tomaba"'k bld up to boy's gaze a large bullet be had t11keo from its bed in the cabin wall. CHAPTER V. TRAPPER TOll(S GRIT. THAT one sharp shot wa$ followed by the most pMfoi.lnd silence.

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Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp._ 9 Old Tomahawk sprung from Trapper Tom's gfde to the a growl of rage similar to that which issues from the throat of a maddened tiger. His eyes swept the scenery on the outside, but the figure of the man who bad fired the shot wasnot to be seen. "Just as I expected; the coward is afraid to show himself," he said after watching for a moment. "It was Mountain Pete-that's sar tain." Trapper Tom by this time bad examined bis wound, which was a slight flesh one, although blood bad flowed profusely, and now stood at Old Tomahawk's side with rifle cocked and a pair of eager eyes on the alert. "Pshaw I what's the use ov watchin' fer 'em?" exclaimed the Indian-fighter in tones of disgust. "I bate a man what won't fight fair, an' thet1s why I de s pise Mountain Pete. 1 "We'll catch him yet," said the boy. "I hope so. I've been wanting to lay bands on that bound fer years. I'd rather settle with him an' his pards than find the cabin with the stake in the corner." Nothing more was said. The sun came up, touched the meridian, and crept slowly down the decline toward the west. Since morning nCltbing bad occurred to dis turb the serenity of the landscape that surrounded Trappe r Tom's cabin It seemed as though an Indian foot had not pressed the ground for years. "I'd like to know what's in my traps," said Trapper Tom as be watched the long shadows of the trees fall across his hut. "There was one beaver in them last night; there may be more, and I am anxious to increase my store of pelts." Better fot them traps take keer ov them selves," said Old Tomahawk. "And losa my beaver?" cried the boy. "Wal, ye1i." I'll never do that," was the firm respcnse. "I'm going to see what my traps have caught." "To "To night!" Old Tomahawk looked at the Wood Imp, but made no reply. "I know the way and Mountain Pete And bis r d pards have no terrors for me," Trapper Tom said, looking up into the dark eyes of the old Indian-hater. "Woe to the rascals if they have meddled with my property. Tomahawk, I'm going to ask you to keep house till I come beck. When the sun has fairly set, I'm off." Still was no answer. Old Tomahawk l eaned against the wall end to be burier! in thought. "Maybe he's trving to IO<'ete tbe lost cabin." thought Trapper Tom. '.:.Didn't be say aw bile ago that when he thinks harrl about it be reel9 like be' going back to insanity? I hope he'll never g a t that way again.'' The litrle trapper bustled about and got ready to go to the bayou where ho bad set the beavertreps. He was curiously watched by the Indian-hunter who neither ,temonstrated, nor uttered a syllable. The moment came and Trapper Tom, armed to the teeth, tepped to the door. "Watch till l come back, Tomahawk," be said as the old bunter laid bis band on the bar ricades. "I'll bring traps and beaver, and, possibly, a scalp Then Old Tomahawk spoke "Be keerful that you bring your own back," he said. "Whar yer traps ar' thar may be bigger game than beaver." That was all. The door was opened by the lndiim-hater, and Trapper Tom glided across tbe tlireshold to bear the barricades replaced behind him. The boy-trapper felt the situation in which be was placed. -..._ More than two miles stretched between him and the bayou where he had left bis traps the night before. The sun tad gone down and tbe forest that bordered the little stream was full of shadows, such as are sometimes cast by a watery moon. The twigs bent but did not break beneath the trapper's feet for bis steps were light, and at times be seemed to glide over the ground without the least noise. He no longer mistrusted Old Tomahawk, but looked upon the Indian-hater es a friend whom be c o uld trust in the hour of danger and need. Trapper Tom took the straight cut to the bayou because was eager to reach it and inspect bis traps. As be hurried along he kept ears and eyes on the alert, for he could not forget tUe villain whose bullet bad nearly put an end to his life. At l ast be saw the trees that fringed the ha sin loom up before him, and quicke11ed his steps. Three minutes later be was stooping over the first trap, attached to which he found a large, fat be11ver, whose pelt would rejoice the eye of the trader. Jt did not take him long to secure trap and animal to his back, then be hurried to the sec ond trap which als o held a beaver. Trspper Tom for the m oment forgot Moun tain Pete and bis friends, and thought only of t he j!ame be would diplay to O l d Tomahawk on bis return to the cabin. If the last trap is equally lucky, I will be satisfied I" be ejaculated. A minute later he was kneeling over the third trap. Another beaver! Trapper Tom allowed an exclamation of to escape bis lips as he drew the sleek but life less animal frcm the water, and with an air of triumph be s"ung the prize upon bis back. "Now for the old sbenty !"be said. "I'll open O l d Tomahawk's eyes with my luggage when I g-et baC"k I" He reached for tbe rifle be bad placed a1111inst a tree while j!etting the last trap, but es his fingers touched it he heard e ndse, and a astride bis arm from tbe branches over lfead. Trapper Tom started back with a cry of horror. "Indians!" "Injuns an' worse!" w!l!l the response, as from every tree something human in shape, but

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.'l'rapper Tom, the Wood Imp. dropped to the ground and surrounded him. Tbe first one bad broken the Wood Imp's grip on bis rifle. anrt too astonished to draw his revolver, be fonnd himself in the center of a circle calculated to terrify the bravest bunt1Jr. But the boy still clung to bis traps and beaver. "I know you!" bEt said fearlessly to tbe leader of the band, who towered before him ltke a giant. "You're the meanest buman in these P!lrts, and men have nicknamed you Mountain In response to this accusation there was a grin, and then a coarse, brutisb laugh from tbe man addressed. "Mountain Pete I am, my little cbipp'r. Why don't you stay at home wben I'm abouc.1 Got a good load ov fat beaver thar, I see-that's just wnat we want." Trapper Tom instinctively recoiled a step at MouaGain Pete's last words, so suggestive of forcible robbery. He forgot that be was entirely snrroundedtbat there were Indians at his back as relentles3 as tbo'e in bis froot. "Retreatin' won't save yer traps," Mountain Pete continued. "Just drop 'em on tbe ground without c eremony." Wbat! Give up bis beaver to a lot of villain ous Sioux, led by a dastardly raneg11.da! Tbe tbougbt lit up tbe boy trappe='s eyes with a deflrnt fl.'.J.sh. Tbes;i beaver are mine l" be said. "But we want 'em-don't you see!' "Well, you can't bave them!" "C rn't, hey, my We'll take wbat you've l'[Ot byer an' then help ourselves to all you've got at born e!" Pete s t rode toward Trapper Tom as the lasr, w1ris rung from bis throat. Tbe dark-skin 1ed ren e gade looked Ii ire a fiend incarnate, for t1e lightnings of greed and madness sbot from bis eyes. "Traps an' beaver!-drop 'em!" be roared. Tbe next instant the prechm g:tme, witb the traps to wbicb it was still attached, dropped at the boy trapoer's f e et. "That's sensible," S3id Peto. "Better give up yer traps than ver h'ar!" Trapper Tom bi t hi3 lip> at these words, end -the next instant bis foot was pressing down tbe springs of the traps. He worked like one who thoroughly under stood what he was d'ling ar.d 11.lmon ing bis revolver for an emergency wbich be boped would come, be s nmmon ed all his strength to bis aid and taxed his racing powers to their utmost. His goal was the cabin where be had left Old Tomabawk; but could be reach it? He had run before, but never from a lot fronted the yelling gang witb outstretched revolver. Instant! y the fnremost recoil.,d, but in spite of this the Wood Imp touched the trigger and a giant brave leaped into the air to fall back dead! CHAPTER VI. IN THE NICK OF TIME. FOR neRr!y a minute the boy stood erect and pouret.I tbe cont.ents of his revolver into tbA ranks or t!Je rerl-skins. The Sioux reeled from the deadly flashes, e.11.d several went to the ground with the lP.aden compliments of the boy trapper in their brain. It was a wild cane, and one which the red survivors would not soon forget. Suc h a fight, maintained on the boy's part against such terrible odds, could not last long. H e bad driven tbe Indians back a few vaces, but they would surely prove victors in the eud. Trapper Tom was not far from the cabin, near enough at least for Old Tomahawk to rush to his rescue. if so disp nsed; but the giant Indian-bunter did not show himself. Sudclenly the red-skins and the little trapper seemed to meet. They actually came together, and In the twinkling of an eye the boy's arm wes knocked down, the weapon torn from bis grasl?, and he wlls overpowered by a dozen infuriated red demons.

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Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp. 11 The battle was over, and Trapper Tom realized bis danger when he found loimself a prisoner with four dead Indians on the grountl at bis feet eppeahng mutely to the living to avenge their death. In the midst of the menacing knives and tomahawks, and the mad, glaring eyes of bis captors, th .. little beaver-catcher stood erect and gave them look for look like a hero. He fully expected to be brained on the spot, but tl:)e Indians, instead of treating him thus, started back toward tbe bayou, from whose shores bis race for life bad begun. "White boy go back to where he bit .the Yel low Chief," said a dozen voices, in response to Tom' questioning look. Which m e uns that I r..m to confront Moun tain PPte, tl\e villain whom I felled with the traps," tbou'gbt the boy. "I will nob meet with a very cordial reception, but I guess I can st&nd the interview." As the distance from the place of bis capture to the spot where be bad left Mountain Pete seneeless on the ground was not great, be was soon confronted by the dark giant whose face already swollen rendered him in aspect more ferocious tba n ever. His eyes seemed to become balls of fire as they on Ttapper Tom. Caught yeu, did they.young tiger?" be ex claimed as a stride carried him to where the beaver-cutcbei: stood watched by tl!e red-skin. "Look at my face! It is your infernal worktbe compliments ov your beaver-traps! I'm Mountain P e te, more'n half wildcat. I've a not ion ter >kin yer alive!" These ferncious sentences were hissed from the depths of the renegade's heart. He towered like a mountain above the boy, and tbreatenetl to fall u-;><>n him and crush him at any moment. Without a quaver Trapper Tom faced the forest and gave him look for look. The anger of Mountain 4' w increased. He raved, beat the air with his anti once or twice hid bis bands on Tr11ppe r Topi's shoulders and shook him till bis teeth chatterfd. "Tie the youne: imp tn yon tree!" he sudden ly thundered to the red-skins. "Never minrl bis feet. Tie him by his bands only, and givA him five feet ov r o pe. I want to see the young daisy dance." Trapper Tom knew what these words meant. He was to be whipped by the giant, unmerci fully.flogged until, perhaps, lacerated by the cutting withes, be should fall at his torturer's feot dead. "' EagP.r to do Mountain Pete's bidding, the Sioux carried the Wood Irnp to the tree desig nated by tbe despe arlo's finger, and in less than five minutes he w a s secured to it by a lariat which hound his wrists together, and allowed h im five fePt of corr!. "Now cut open bis .icket on the back and get me a dozn good switches Mountain Pete took a fiend's delight in issuing these commends. Need we say that -they were promptly obeyedl A keen knife that bad no respect for Trapper l'om's flesh ripped open his trapping-coat on the back, and expnwed tbe white skin to the eyes of the bloorltliirst:v crowd. A doz n Jong swi t ches bad been thrown at Mountain Pete"s feet, and selecting ooe, be raisecl it suddenly aloft ar d bade the red-skins stand back. As the whip cut the air and was about to de scend upon the little trapper'sback, be t ,hrew a look over bis shoulder and caught the dark giant's eye. "Wbat means -t.bet look?" Moun tain Pete lowering the whip and strioing to the boy's side. "Interpret it as you please," was the reply. It means vengeance, doesn't it, boy!" Trnpper Tom's lips sbut hard but there was no reply. When I'm through with you, I'll not be afraid ov yer vengeance," laughed the ren egade coarsely. "When I whip a men he hurts anybody afterwards." Again Mountain Pete stepped back and once more up went the whip. "Drop tbet slick I" rung suddenly through the forest in tones that startled every one. The Indians with one accord wheeled toward that point of the compass from whence the sound bed come. Who said demanded Mountain Pete. "A man what has sworn tbet tbet boy sba'n't be w bippedl" was t.he response. ''Who ar you!" "Your better, Mountain Pete I Throw down thet stick!" Tbere was a menace in the command, but the renegade hesitated. I Tbe Indians and all who looked could allJlost I see the speaker. If the moon b11d been full and bright, they could have distinguished bis figure despite the sbadows of the trees. "I ought to know tbet voire,'' mnrmnred Mountain .t'ete, and then be turned to the boy trapper with the inquiry, "Do you know tbet interferer, boy!" Of course Trapper Tom knew tre voice which bad spoken among the foret trees, and at the firt ,,..ord his heart bad lep e d for joy. Old Tomahawk was out there, and though the bl>aver catcher could not see him, be could pic ture him erect with bis deadly repeating rifle at his shoulder while be covered Mountain PetP. "Do you know tbet man out tbarf Speak I" thundered the renegade at Trapper Tom's ear. "Ov course he knows me," came the response from where the interferer stood "We've j'in ed bands in friendship and Old Tomahawk's goin' ter do bis part." "Old Tomahawk!" Mountain Pete f11irly recoiled as be uttred the T ndian hunter"s name. "Know me. [ ee!" laughed Old Tomaba" k. "Now, will you drop thet stick!'' The trimmed hough wbicb bad oot l?Ot to touch the boy trapper's fle b fell to the grou d followed by an oath from M ountain Pete's lips. "Now, cut the IHtle clipper loose." This comm1md seemed too much for the In dians who had not forgotten that four of t.Petr

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11 Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp. comrades had fallen by Trapper Tom's revol ver." Stand back you red cut-tbroats, er I'll shoot my way to whar be stands!" cried Old Toma hawk. "By Jebosaphatl I'm worse than two minute p'isen when I'm stirred up. What ar' you goin' to do?" "Give him tbe youngst er," said Mountain Pete in low tones inteuried only for the ears of the incensed Indians. "We can get him ag'in when we want 'im. Old Tomahawk has the drop on ther hull lot ov u i an' be is p'isen when he's r'iled. More'n one Injun keows this The ques t ion was sudfl enly settled by a stal wart red-skin w b o leap e d toward Trappe r Tom knife in band, and the glittering blade d e sc e nded not into the boy's bosom but upon the lariat and the :ittle trappe r steppe"k, a.nd I'm thankful for your assistance. Without it Mountain Pete would have used bis switches on my bare back with terrible effect." "Wal, be would! Thet villain don't know what mercy is. I know ov an Injun wife what war whipped to death once, an' he warn't a thousand miles off when the deed war done, either." "Not so bad as that, I hope." "Wait till you know 'im better and you won't doubt," said Old Tomahawk. "i3ut see here. We'll bide the mouth ov the mine for th present. When we have some leisure on our bands we'll explore it together. I forget tbat I'm here on business-hunting InjUDI.

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Trapper Tom, tlae Wood Imp. 13 I went sc-alps, and when I should have fifty I have but one. It's a sbame, Trapper Tom. A t Old Tomahawk's suggestion the two com panions set to work end concealed tbe opening m tbe earth by covering it carefully with boards upon wb1ch were piled the pelts. Wben the work was completed everything l oo ked so natural that nobody wou"td have sus p cted Lbat the valuable skins bid everything, tint a small portion of tbe cabin flqor. lt was now getting on toward midnight and Old Tomahawk proposed that Trappe r Tom should take a nap while Ile guarded the cabin and its treasures. To this the boy at first objected, but when the Indianfighter told him that a nap in t he fore part of the night would prepare him for guud duty in the after pa.rt, he took a new rifl.e to the couch be was to occupy and lay down on bis couch of s kins. For a while be kept awake talking in low tones to Old Tomahawk who had taken up a stet.ion near the door where he c o uld bear the slightest movement by a foe outside, but at lest sleep asserted its powers, and the figure of the old Sioux bater faded from bis vision. Whether Trapper Tom was disturbed by dreams or not, he awoke at the end of an h our and found interior of the cabin wrapped in darkness. When be fell asleep a light was burning on the rough table that the room 6ontained, and Old Tomahawk's ungainly shadow lay on the c11bin well, but now 'he could not see bis band when placed before bis face, and the stillness was weird-like and most profound. '!'be Wood Imp at first thought nothing of all this. He believed that Old Tomahawk had let the ligbt go out, and that he-tbe Jndianfigbter was somewhere in the cabin with every sense on tbe alert. For several minutes the boy trapper listened attentifely. "I don't hear the old fellow breathe," he Paid to himself. "It cannot be tbat he has fallen asle e p. He said-" Trapper Tom paused abruptly and held his breath. A very distinct whisper had come down from above. Instantly, but without noise, Trapper Tom from tbe couch with his right hand touch ing the hilt ot bis bunting.-knife. "Tbere's somebody in the loft," he said to himself, and then be repeated bis companion's name several times in cautious tones, but re no response. "He is not here; he is in the loft and it was hi s voice I beard," be thought as his indigna tion ro se. "Tbis is tbe man who bas promised me friendship! For all I know, be may be in league with somebody not much better than Mountain Pete." Trapper Tom, at this time, was groping about in tbe darkness with an object in view. All at once his fingers touched the ladder that communicated witb the loft. ".I'll see about this whispering in the garret," be said as be went upward, round over round, with the knife still crutched in his hand. It was en moment for Trapper Tom, for be did not know wbo he might encounter amid. the darkness of the garret.. He was certain that be had heard a human voice there, and now that Old Tomahawk was not to be found iD tbe main room of the cabiu, be believed that the voice was that He did not pause; more than one-half of his body was above tjle opening, and then I e listened intently, for looking was out of tle question. "He's only a boy, but he's got tbe grit ov a man," be beard a voice say, in tones so distinct tbat be believed he could have touched the speaker with an outstretched hand. '.I'm goin' ter stay with 'im a while yet. Skins1 I never saw such beaver-pelts in all my life. He's got a lay-out -down-stairs that'd set a tradin'post crazy. You ougbter see 'em, Owen." Owen! Trapper Tom started at tbe name spoken by Old Tomahawk. There was a c onspiracy against him. Old bad told a partne r aboul; the va).ue ot bis bides and for a moment be felt like Sf,ndiog a bullet through tbe old Indian-fighter's head. Go d o wn, now, en' come to tber front door," continued Old Tomahawk. "It wouldn't de. fer ye to gi& into th e shanty the way the Sioux 11ot one last night. When yo11 knock I'll wake n Tom an' tell 'im tbet e friend ov mine is at the door. He'll trust me an' we'll be togel her to ther end ov the trail. I'm 11lad ye'r' bere, Owen, Now go 'round to tbe door." With this last word Trapper Tom slid down the ladder end threw llimself upon the couch he bell jus t left. He believed that be bad caught Old Toma baw kin an act of treachery, and he resolved to thwart it. "You don't catch me napping, you old cur mudgeon!" be grated. "l will see "'betbH Owen, whoever he gets in here to-night. Be careful, Old Tomahawk, or you will never get to work tbe mine yon have r e discovered." He now beard Old Tomahawk descending the ladder, and pretended to be a s leep, in order to let tbe Indian-hater carry out a part of the pro gramme. The reader may imagine tbe impatience with which the boy trapper waited :tor tbe pre arranged signal. Suddenly it was beard so distinctly that Trappe r Tom almost sprung from bis couch. "Who's tbar1" he beard Old Tomahawk say, es bis figure glided to tbe door. There was a reply in tones wbich the boy treppe1 could not rlistinguish. "Pard," s uddenly said Old Tomahawk, as his band swooping downward in tbe darkness fell on the boy's arm. "l'ard, thar's a friend out side." Trapper Tom was on bis feet in a moment. "Whose friend1" be asked. "Yours and mine." More yours than mine, eh, Old Toma hawk!" "P' r'aos." "Tbat1s what I thought, Tell him that he can't come in I"

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..,, Trapper Tom. the Wood Imp. ..... ..... The Woo1 Imp spoke lo tresolute tQ..nes, and if the scalper could have seen bis eyes at that momnt, he would not have wondered at the voice. "I s1y let that fellar in. H1>'s a host in him self. Tom," he said. "We may need him afore O l d Tomahawk passed 'llf"apper Tom on his wa. Y t.o tbe r.ahin-do6r, but l!le boy spr .mg from the bit of candle be bad just lit and clutched his orm. Y uu forget tlrat I'm master here yet," be sairl, meeting Old Tomahawk's gaze:" I say that 0 ven sba'n't come in I" Tbe Indian-hater's look instantly became a 1tars. "Gre1t Jebosaphatl who told you tpet Owen .war out tbar!" he exclaimed. "Y>UI You told him to go round to the front door five minutes ago." "Tnen you hevn't been asleep all the time!" uNo." Tbe next moment, O : d Tomahawk laughed. "'Wal, if you beard me talkin' up in the loft, :it's all right, Trappe r Tom." be saiJ, with what the boy would d signated braze n impu dence. "0 JVen'3 a boy wh.at cau be trusted. Let : me iotroduw you to him." The speker's band was on the barricades, but "!'rapper 'tom, summoning all bis strength, puhd him back. "Owen shall stay out I" he cried. "I'm con viaced that if he's a friend of yours be is none :of mine. This door sha'n't be opened l" The eyes of the Wood Imp seemed to emit 'sparks of fire, and he increased an inch in stat-1ure while be faced the astonished trailer, deter minat.ion depicted on every lineament. "What's got into your'cri"d Old Tomahawk. "It hasn't be e n forty-eight hours since you said : you'd trust me lhroui!;h thick an' thin. Was I a itraitor while I wnr savin' you from Mountain Pete's whip s ? Do I look like a spy an' a traitor! H vou won't let Owen in, open the door an' let l Old Tomahawk out!" Trapper Tom did not move. "You were wbisperin!l' to that person in the :loft when I awoke." be said. "So I war. Owen came unexpectedlyan' war comin' in by tbe roof when I diskivered i him. L e t me out.. 0'lVen An' me kin tramp off to ;getber,an' you kin take keer ov yerpelts yerself." "I'll do it!" exclaimed tbe b o y trapper. "I'll stay here alone and defend my property to tbe bitter end." He turned to tbe door and was about to let his gaunt ally out when he beard a voice that withheld bis bands. the door shut for Heaven's sake! I'll come in another way. red wolves have come again!" Tile voice ceased and Old TomRbawk looked : into tbe hov's face. "Tbet' O v0n," be whispered. "Before long : yon'll be ghvi to trust him Trapper Tom made no reply. CHAPTER vm. IN THE GOLD CA VE. 'Lli:T us see whether the mysterious Owen told truth when he said that the red wolves. meaning of course the Sioux, llad come back. If Old Tomahawk and Trapper Tom bad in nugurated a scout they would bave discovered a number of shadowy figures amoc. g the trees tbat grew obout the cabin. There were more than twenty in number, naked to the waist, and quite ferocious in as pect. Owen made good his escape, and just in time to save bis own scalp, for be bad not left the hut more than five minutes ere five creeping figures approached the door by crawling and listened intent,Jy at tbe threshold. "White people inside and whispered one as all arose to their feet. we make 'em talk now." An instant later a short club in the bands of one of the Indians struck the door. "White trapners talk fast-; Injun -nnd !" be exclaimed. braves thicker t h a n tbe leaves on the trees. Does the beaver-catcher listen!" "I hear you," answered Trapper Tom who stood near the door. rifla in band and a fl "l!?;er at the trigger. you know th t you're risking your life standing where y"u are' I I c1n send a bullet tb!:0ugb the door." "Door thick an' Injun thin," was the hanter in11; answer. "W'ill the boy trapper fi against the bjggest braves of tlie Siox nation!" "For my rights, yes! siz e of my enemies does not daunt me. You car. t have my pelts." "Injun goin' to get 'em. Will the beavercatcber open his door!" "No." A moment's silence followed the reply and then a dozen war-clubs seemed to,,rain blows t be doo1'. -At the same time the air resounded with yells as if the red-skins were holding a carnival in front of the doomed cabin. "I'll put an end to that dance!" saicfTrapper Tom, ns he stepped bf\Ck a pace and threw rifb to bis shoulder. Old Toma.hawk waited for the shot. wifb a smile on his lips. It was not delayed, for all at once the inte rior of the cabin was filled with the report of a rifle, and the ball that crashed through the door produced a wild yell of pain nnd put an instan t stop to the savage dance going on before the but. "Tbet fixed one ov 'em!" cried the scalp bunter. "But we mustu't ferget thet thar's mRn. v 11 one left. What ar' they up to now?" Old Tomabft.wk put bis 1>ye to the hole made by the bullet anrl surveyed the scene in front of the C'l.bin for a moments "Noiry an Injun out thar." be said, with dmwing from the door. "To be Fnre, thar ain't much moon. but l'm used to seeing Arter night. They've gone off with the red devil you wingd, boy, but it'll be a mighty brief res pite." Trapper Tom was ready to blieve the concluding part of Old Tomahawk's last sen Yes, brief would be the respite, Ten minutes of inaction passed away, and

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Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp. lb th.In the I6d!an-ilghter, who had returned to the bullet-hole, uttered an exclamation which car ried Tom to-his side. "Tbey've got a fire ball I" he said. Here they come with it. These words were enough to strike terror to ibe heart of the bra vest. Trapper Tom took one look tbrough the bul letbole, wbich, small as it was, showed him. tbe enemy with which they had to contend. A ball of fire, apparently five feet in diame ter and blazing fiercely, was being poshed to ward the cabin by a lot of Indians with poles or sticks ten feet in lengtb. Now and then tbeir bodies were visible, but only for a moment, and not long enough to admit of any one taking aim at them. I f tbe fiery ball was push e d against tbe cabin do )r, and allowed to remain there, it would sot.n do its work, and tbe hideous triumph of th11 Indians would be complete. What was to be done1 and nearer came the lire ball, gaining destructive strength with each revolu\ i n n, and the Indians, believing their scheme successful, were yelling like a set of deDJons. Old Tomahawk watched the blazing monster with eyes and compressed lips. "It'll take 'em twenty minutes o burn embled quartz, so tbat be was not surprised when Old Tomahawk pronounced them gold bearing nuggets. "I'll go back an' see what the imps ar' up to," said the Indian-fighter, and thrusting tbe stump of the torch into a crack in tbe well tQ aff ord the boy trapper some light, be glided toward the month of tbe sbaft. He was not long in disappearing and Trapper Tom found himself alone. He looked with triumph upon the bundle o f skins that lay at bis feet. He counted them again and again to find that not one pelt was missing, and bis gaze would always revert to the traps which they bad brought along. For ten minutes be stood among bis treamre, waiting for Old Tomahawk'sreturn. The yells of the lndLns bad ceased to ring in bis ears, and be t o believe that, failing to find him in the cabin, tbey barl taken their de parture, beaded no doubt by that villain of vil lains, Mountain Pete. CoJJfirming himself at last in this belief, Trap per Tom seated bix;nself on one of tbe bundles of beaverpelts and fell to examining the rocks that littered the flo or. Was be really in tbe gold mine which bed been lost for ten years? and would be and Old T _omabawk be able to become real friends and partners1 He could not forget tbe conversatio n be bad overheard b e tween Old Tomahawk and the per son called Owen. Who was Owen! Was be a young red-skin with an Eng'lltb or a white man like the Sioux-bater1

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18 Tl'apper 'l'om.. the Wood. Imp. These questions and others similar mi11;ht have continued to puzzle Trapper Tom's brain for sorue time, it the sound of a footstep had not startled bim. To look up was to spring erect, and the click of bis rifl e lock waw beard as be executed the movement. Ho looked toward the mouth of tbe mine, whither Old To:nabawk bad disappeared. Ono look was enougb. There wa! advaacing upon him an Indian whoso eyes burned green in the light of the torc h. A! Trapper Tom threw his rifle to his shoul der, tbe red-Skin, with a cry of rage, came b ounding toward him. He bad but one second of time at his comman d. Quick as a flash he c:>vered the painted Sioux, and as the Indian reacbed tbe muzzle of bis rifle, be the with an inward prayer for succes. T report that followed was dull and horrible. An Indian, with his bead blown away. reelad from t lrn muzzle of the Wood Imp's rifle, and fell quivering to the ground I Trapper Tom bad not fired a moment too soon. But the worst bad not yet come. -Scrcely had the Sioux touched the floor of tbA gold cave, ere a yell was heard nearer the mouth of t.he corridor. "My G:>d I m ore Indians and i)'.l the mine!" fell from b 0y's lip,3. "If I am to fight them let it be in d 1 fkness. A mad bound carried him to the torch which be from tbe wall and beat against the until it was extinguished, and darkness filled the place. 'We're on an equal footing now," be said, feeling tor bis knife, and assuring himself tbat it was safe. "I am sure that I am l eft alone. Old Tomahawk bas fallen into the clutches of tbe InJiar..s. Four days ago I did not dream of such times as th e se Tbe fact that the Indian he bad shot had en tered the cavern by the corridor was proo f to his mind that he had been forcibly deprived of Old Tomahawk, bis ally. He stoo d in tbe midst of bis pJlts knife in 1ianJf, and lowering tbe knife he stooped and inspec ed bis pelts. To bis surprise one of the most v 1luable bundles had been abstracte d, and the boy trap ground his teeth while he tbou11;bt of it. The tbougbt of losing a p1rt of his winter's toil sent the blood like a-"CUrrent of molten lava through his veins. "That Indian shall disgorge I" be j?l'ate; hut tbe0re was no telling how soon others wouli.l fi'ld their way to it until the cavern should swarm with red-skins. Still in the midst of this uncertainty be re solved to recover and keep all bis property. Daring the illumination of the cave bv the torch be had noticed an offset which otferjld concealment for his furs, and be believed that. hould find it despite the gloom. I'll try it," be mentally ejaculated. "Let. me put my furs out of the way, and then I'll bunt that red-buck down." Picking up bis pelts, Trapper Tom started out ou the bunt of tlte niche, and. as 1 f guided by a. friend, be founy almos t fell from bis Feeling along the walls of tbe niche be discovered a natu: al shelf wide enough to receive the furs, and tliey were laid upon it. "I'm ready for tbe bu.t now,'' said Trapper Torn. "Woe to tbe youog buck it 1 run across biml" He was about to leave the niche when a strange noise from behind made him turn in that
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'trapper Tom, the"Wood Imp. 1'7 Tbe questions were answered before be could draw another breath, for all at once a fierce growl smote bis ears, and some large animal sbot past bis bead, so near that bis cap was carried to tbe ground. Trapper Tom staggered back with an ejacula tion of horror on bis wngue. "Grea t heavens! a panther!" be cried. Tbe dark walls of tbe gold cave echoed back the mad growl of the unsee n beast. Tom knew that it had missed him in its spring, but it was liable to repeat the operation at 8.ny moment, and the next time with better success. Ttie presence of the panther in tbe cavern was enougbt to daunt tbe Wood Imp; but be re solved to meet tbe new danger firmly, and to conquer if victory wer'> poss ible. He picked up bis r i fl e and tried to make out the shining eyes of the panther, but there was no light in the cavern, aod be was unable to do so. "I'm going to settle this matter one way or the other," be said, firmly, taking a match from his pocket. "The Indian ma.v discover me, but better that than to be menaced in the dark by a panther." The next moment be drew the lucifer across a stone, and when it began to burn wiLh some b1 illiance, held it a hove bis bead. At first be saw nothing, but all at or.Ce bii noticenance. The arrival of the panther bad undouhtedly interrupted a d\i,el to the death, for Young Eagle's position told Trappe r T om that be was advancing upon him when the.leap occurred. The Wood Imp bad no 111orA than seen this tablea11 ere bis match went out, He laid tbe rifl e aside, drew his revolver, and struck another lucifer. His only hope seemed to be in the speedy death of the panther. \ As the match flared up, he leveled tbe revolver and took deliberate aim at the crouching bell.St. His safety depended on the success of that shot. The beast seemed to divine the boy's inte n t.ion, anrl was about to spring through the air and land upon bim, when tbe revolver spoke. "Hi I" ejaculat.ed Trapper 1'om, as a terrific bowl filled 1 be gold cave, and tbe panther tum ble d "The panther is bit, whitperately for tbat which was so ,dear to bim, and .be resolved while he fought to sell bis life a dearly as possible. He felt the teeth of the animal in bis shoulder, but from bis uncomfortabl e position on tbe ground be maintained tbe unequal combat, strikmg blows with tbe knife. At las t one of bis bands found the panther's throat, and as be bis hold loose be got in a lucky stroke which sent a quiver through the panther's bo
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18 Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp. from whence the panther made h i s first leap and as Tom turQed, a human hand feli upon bis shoulder. "Como up here, white boy, said a voice. "Who are you! asked Trapper Tom. "OwecP CH APTER X. owEN THERE instantly fl.a shed across the boy trap per's brain a sentence recently spok e n by Old T
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Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp. 19 reply. "Did I not; say that a son should love his mother bestY White boy, you may see Owen ml!et bis father one of these days. The Princess of the Crows sleeps where her son buried beratter-" Tbe half-blood stopped suddenly as if he were tbe threshold of a secret. Trapper Tom looked into his face, but did not speak. 'l'be features of Owen had suddenly darkened, bis eyes were emit. ing lightning and be ba\hack into the shaft, he was pounced upon by four red-sl1 e countenances told that they were ready to la 'f violent bands on the captive. "Caught at lastl" suddenly growled the big renegade. "Thet's just what the reds soi1 when tbe : r caught rue." was ;the reply. "Yer grammer n;ust be catchin'. Permit meter remark that [ am ceu9,bt at last which fact makes yer eyes twinkle.' Old Tomahawk was l o oking the rene!fjlde fqoarely in tbe face, a feat noG difficult of ac coniplisbtr\ent since five feet scarcely separr1ted them. You're hated b\ tbe bull Sioux tribe," rud denlv cried M0untain Pete. no mistake about tbet," answered Old Tomahawk. Y ouJve follered us like a skulkln' pa ther."

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20 Trapper Tom, tll.e Wood Imp. "Just as If I hedn't a right ter. The Sioux nation took ten years of my life from me. What don't I owe the dogs fer thetl" "Whenever you could, you shot _and sculped a Sioux." Bet. yer moccasins I did l" Wal I'm a Sioux." As he :ittered this declaration Mountain Pete rose on his toes to come down firmly on his heels. 1 "When a man bits a Sioux warrior hll in sults and strikes Mountain Pete. I am t-0 all intents an' purposes a Sioux warrior. These people ar' my brothers," and he described his companions with a sweep of his hand. "We h!Lve hunted, fought an' trapped together. When you tread on my toes you bruise the corns ov the hull Sioux Confederacy an' vice versa. I haven't been a white man for years. I am a Sioux Indian!" "An' one tbet averages blamed well with the hull lot!" ejaculated Old Tomahawk. "I've knowed fer years, Mountain Pete, thet ye war no white man, but bang me ef I thought the.r war a oba,p on the face ov the airtb mean enough ter acknowledge tbet be war a Sioux." These words, spoken in of contempt, cut to the quick. "Yes, I'm a Sioux, an' when I bec!lme one I left mercy behind me." "I ti lieve thet. When I saw you war goin' ter whip the boy trapper I might hev knowed thet ye war all Injun.' Whar is the boy!" vociferated Mountain Pete. "I'm not through with the youngster yet." "Find 'im, but don't fool with the youngster much," said Old Tomahawk. "I'll whip 'im to death!" "You would bave done it before this ef I bed not interfered, eh1" "Tbet I would." Old Tomahawk gave the ruffian a singular look. Do you know who that boy is!" he asked. "I don't want to know. You an' him ar' pards; tbet's enough." "I'm his friend an' I'll inform you right here, Mountain Pete, thet the chicken called Oid:'foma hawk intends to stand by tbet boy through thick an' thin.'' Pete broke out into a coarse, brutal laugh. "We're goin' ter see thet you do not," he ex claimed and stepping suddenly back he snatched a pistol from bis belt and leveled it at Old Toma ba wk'il ht.ad. Confronted by this sudden danger the Sioux he.ter did not quail. "Thet's a coward's move," be said derisively. "Rig as you ar', Mountain Pete, yer Injuns daren't let me use my bands." There was murder in the bloodshot eyes of the white Sioux, and it is certain that be would have sent a pistol-bullet crashing through Old Tomahawk's brain it an agile young Sioux bad not leaped between him and his victim. "White man shall have ftgbtio' show," said the red-skin as with one stroke be severed the' cords that bounil Old Tomahawk's wrists. A mad curse r .. 11 from the desperado's tongue. '"I'll kill that Injan ferthetl" he hissed wheel ing upon the liberator, but before he c ould cover the red-skin with his pistol Old Tome.hawk bounded forward like an acrobat and landed with resistless force against bis chest. Tbe unexpected charge tbrew Mountain Pete entirely off feet, and the two men falling through the line of Indians landed together at the foot of the river-bank, and almost in the water. Tbe skeleton band of the Indian-fighter was at the giant's throat, and the savages seeing the predicament their champion was in sprung for ward to relieve him. But ere they could reach his-side the twb men struck the water, beneath which they went to gether and locked in each other's embrace. Tlie somewhat startled Sioux stood nonplused on the bank watching the spot where the water had closed over th11 forms of Old Tomahawk and Mountain Pete. Suddenly one more solicitous than the rest for the renegade's safety plunged in and dis appeared. As be did so a head was lifted above the snr tace ,,f the water, some distance down-stream, and in tile shadow of a tree-top. "I reckon thet little chokio' '11 not be fergot ten till the middle ov next week," ejaculilted the owner of tbe bead, who was none other Old Tom'lbawk. "I bed ye in my power, Mountain Pete, an' could hev sent you tc. tbe happy buntin'-ground ov: the tribe whose reli gion you've embraced, but I happened to think ov Owen an' a few other things, an' let you off with just half what you desarve. Thar! they've found ye, bev they1 Now they'll wrestle with you an' fetch you to arter tber lnjun fashion. They'll fix ye up fer future devilment, Mountain Pete, but just keep out of Old Tomahawk's way, will yerf" The old Indian-hater swam under the water to the tree-top that sheltered him, and from bis position be could see the Indians draw the un conscious body of Mountain Pete from the water and gather round it with a good deal of aoxietv. _"Bring 'im to, r,-some.body to kill; that's rigbtl" said Old Tomahawk, as he watched thB proceedings for a few moments. "It isn't on the boards fer Mountain Pete to die by an over dose of water. One ov the foulest crimes ever committed in this westem keutry bas ter be avenged, an' ther avenger is on yer trail, Pete." Five minutes later the old Indian-trailer left l:is tree-top. 11nd, swimming quietly down stream, reached ll sb11dy spot, where be left the water and spe edily disappeared. "I'll go back oo the cave an' jine Trappllr Tom," he said. "If I kin find we'll make a three-boss team that'll aqtooish the reds." He raached th_ e cabin by a roundabout route, and, after a careful inspection, entered at the burned-awav door. It was dark and silent. Groping bis way to the little shaft leading to the gold cave, Old Tomahawk lowered his body into it. He q1!ickly made his way to the cue proper,

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T:ra.pper Tem.-the Weotl Imp. 11 where be stumbled over the mangled body of the pantbt>r killed by the Wood Imp in the des perate encounter we bave described. "Je bosapbat! a carved.painter!" he exclaimed.J after a moment's in s pet't i on with bi3 bands. "If that boy did thi s he'll do ter fight redskins." Then he called for Trapper Tom in cautio us tones, but the only reply wns the echo of his own words The gold cave had be e n deserted by tbe boy trapper, and, after a short examination of the place, Old Tomahawk turned away. CHAPTER XII. A DISPUTED DEER. "YOUR e yes must have d e ceived you, Owen. f see nothing." "Owe n see nothing now, either, s aid the yellow-skinned boy who stood at Trapper Tom s side in the fores t the suns e t following the scenes .narrated in the previous chapter. "But r, ou saw som e thing, eb 1 "Yes,' replied the balf-bre e d with confi dence. "Owe n saw something creep along the edge of the sky wbere it meets the land. White boy's eye s ar' good yet he aw it not." "1 mus t confess, Owen-" "Look I there. it goes again-
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'!'rapper Tom, the Woocl Imp. "Ain't you goln' ter give upr' suddenly asked the white Sioux. "This ar' my buck, an' I pro pose ter bev it I" "Yo u see my bullet-bole," said Trapper Tom, pointiog to the bloody wound in the stag's breast. "An' I'll show you mine." Suiting action to bis words, Mountaiu Pete suddenly stooped and overturned the carcass with an ease that astonisuod the boy trapper. Wbatt d' yer call tbet1" be cried pointing in triumph to a bullet-wound in the carcass just the fore-shoulder. Trapper Tom stepped forward and inspected the place. "Give it up now, eh?" continued the forest H e rcules. "Now, my young clipper, make yerse lf scarce. You know me. l'm the sinner wbo war goiu1 ter trim yer down when Old Tomahawk ca.me up an' interrupted the pro ceediu's. The next time I'll whip yo u raw!" Trapper Tom 's eyes flashed at this threat, and his cheeks crimsoned. "Don't redden an but, despite their protention, he went backward with a baif-smotbered curse Trapper T om saw tne effect of bis blow and fo llowed up bis success. He leaped upon the carcass of the deer and f ollowed bis first stroke with another that seem e d to complete the battle for the forest ou t law f&ll backward insensible. Wi bout leaving his somewhat e l evated station, Trapper Tom surveyed his work for a f ew momen ts. "What will Owen say if I have killed the wretcbf" he asked himself in audible tones. "His infamGus words made me strike with all my might. I guess be will not whip me as ha expected." The beaver-bunter stooped over the senseless gia nt, and soon himself that bis blows bad n9t deprived him of life, then taking Moun tain Pete' s knife from bis belt and tbrustiog it into bis own, he sprung over the carcass and hurried away. Some distance away he encountered Owen. "White boy shootl" were the half-breed's first words. "Yes Come and see what I have done." Tbe two boys went back to the tragic spot. The desr was there, but Mountain Pete was g one ---. CHAPTER XIII." .A. WOOD FULJ:, OF RED-SKINS. STANDING by the carcass of the buck, Trap per 'J'om related his adventures to the half-breed boy. "White trapper no kill Mountain Pete an' Owen is glad,' exclaimed the listener at the conclusion of the narrative. For your sake I am glad, too. You b at.e the villain so, O wen. The h a lf -breed's eyes seemed to flash. Au examination of the spot where the forest Hercules bad, fallen b efore Trapper Tom's c lub bed rifle show ed that no blood had been spilled, and thetwain concluded that Mountain Pete had managed to get away not much hurt. "We fiod him by'm by," said Owen, some what disappointed. "Him no get away every time." "I trust he will not. I am more than con vinced that Mountain Pete is one of the m c aGe s t men the great Northwest ever pi:oduc ed.'" Tue half-breed boy now told the young b ea ver-catcher that his reconn o issanc e bad re v e aled the fact that the moving figures h e bad seen were those of lnditms, undoubtedly Sioux, and Mountain Pete's red companions "We must find out what bas b ecome of Old Tom'lhawk," said the boy trapper. "If the fiends have made 'wn y with him, they shall suf fer for it. If be i s still alive and in their power, h e sha ll be r esc ued. I am for fighting the red. skins to the last gasp." The last word bad scarcely left the boy's lip' e r e tbl! report of a awoke the of the forest, and a bullet whistled between the beads of the two boys. Instantly they whirled toward the direction from which the unPxpectP d shot bad come, and sto o d ready with rifl es cocked for a sight of the foe. The shades of night bad again fall e n through out the wooa, and objects could not be distin guished at very great distance. Both T o m and O 'ven believ e d they owed their safetv to thA gathering as i t bar! undoubtedly spoiled the would-be slayer' s aim. "It was an Inrlian I" said the halfbreed. "Or Mountain Pete,'' suggested Trapper T o m "No: r ed-ski'!," pers i s terl Owen. Just then tbe young beaver-clltcber thought be saw a glide from tree to tree in his front, and quickly his rille sought bi& shoulder.

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Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp. 28 But at a sign from Owen he withheld bis fire and it was well enough that be did for the gliding figure bad already disappeared. The reader can imagine the suspense with which the two boys awaited the next move ment of their foes. That they were seen by Indians was now cer tain, and their only fear was that the red-skins would surround them. There was great danger of this catastrophe, as the wood was quite dark, and they would have to d e pend on their ears alone. The comp!l'!lions bad taken up their station behind two trees that stood close together where, with rifles prepared f o r any emergeney, they were ready for the confl ict. All at once a rifl e sung out clearly behind them, and a bullet buried itself in the bark of Trappe r Tom's tree within two inches of bis bead. We are surrounded I" be exclaimed. As sum as fate, Owen, the r e d devils have encircleO us."'' This was just what the two boys did not de sire, and the only turn of affairs the y. really fea, ed. The y could imagine the living circle contract ing in the gloom, and the red-skins crawling upon thorn like panthers, scarcely disturbing a leaf as they advanced. What was to be done? The shot from behind had told the youths that tbe enemy was in their repr. Should they attempt to creep the lin6s? This was an undertaking from which the bravest might shrink; but it really seemed their only chance. After the shot from behind, Trapper Tom and Owen crouched at the foot of their trees, and then lay fiat on the ground. While in this posture they put their heads together in a coun c il of war ia whi s p e rs. "We must not stay here," said the Woocl. Imp. This spot will be too bot to hold us five minutes from now." 1 We mus t creep like snakes through this cir cle," said Owen in reply. "If it is our only chance, I'm in for it." Thus briefly the council ended, but the boys did not get upon their feet The stillness that now filled the forest seemed the portentous silence that often precedes a storm. H the boys bad listened they might have heard the beating of their own hearts. "Read:v, now-come I" fell in whispers on Trapper Tom's ears, and be felt the silken fingers of Owen, the halfbreiid, at his wrist. Now began the perilous crawl, the object of which was to get beyond the Indian lines and effect their escape back to the gold cave, wbfob they knew could be readily defended against a lare:e pllrty of reds kins. The young friends kept close together, al most baa.rt to heel, f o1 Owen Jed the way, with Trapper Tom following close after. Life in the wood soon renders one cautious and wary. In a short time the bunter learns the habits of the animals be 'bas to contend with. and readily imitates them; bis footstep beconiea as :oolaeless as the tread of the panther, and .he creeps through the forest without snapping a twig, though the ground be coverecf wlLh them. Thus it was with Owen and Trapper Tom. Both knew the ways of woodcraft, for among the trees in the wild lands of Indian and bear they bad passed their best days. Trapper Tom bad never attempted to creep Indian lines before, but be bad stolen upon the wariest game, and this experience stood him well now. L ike cheetahs stealing through the forest with b e llies near the ground, the two boys mov e d along, scarcely disturbing a leaf or moving a twig. "The r e ds sharp ears if they hear us," thought Trapper Tomiere they bad proceeded a hundred yards. am sure that an owl's eye could not single us out. A few more yards-" The owl that flew from her perch with a frightened cry at this juncture broke the strain of the boy's self congratulations. An owl bad 'Seen tbem1 and bis hoot might be unrterstood by the redskms. Owen ground bis teeth at the flight of the bird, but said nothing, keeping on, with Trapper Tom's coot:-skin cap at his heels. Suddenly tbe half breed paused, and the next moment Trapper Tom was at his side with silence for bis question. "E!ometbin' comin this way;" said Owen in the lowest of whis pers. "My God I no!" eja culated Trapper Tom. "COmin' sure,'' was the reiteration. '' Let white trapper listen while be bolds bis breath." The reader may be sure that Trapper Tom did list e n, and afte r a moment's silence he clutr b e d Owen s wrist. "You are right. S o mething, whether man or beast I do not know, is coming straight to ward us. It is not thirty yards away at this minute." "We part, tben. White boy, go to tree ou your right; Owen will .take left one. We Jet Injun or panther through." The boys lost no time in s eparating, and presently a path was cleared for the mysterious crawler. On he came, stopping at intervnls,as it seemed, to listen a moment. Owen bad bis rifle to bis 1left band and clutched a kmfe in bis right. Trapper Tom bad followed bis example, and thus the boy friends waited for the ellemy. Nearer and nearer came the crawler, und oubt edly a b1111!an being, and of co1irse of the red band by whom they were surrounded. How the boys strained their eyes as tbe slight noise ma,de by the night crawler announced bis approach! At last they caught a glimpse of a man's figure; it was darker than the ground and thus showed its outlines Owen dropped bis rifle without noise and raised his bunting-knife. Injun go by safe if he will," he muttered. "If him find us out, Injun dies I" Trapper Tom had formed the same reeolutlon, for he, too, had dropped his rifle and held bis knift ready for a spring upon the creeper.

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Trapper Tom. the Wood Imp. Another minute of suspense was passing away when t'ie crawler reacbed a spot exactly betwee n tbe two boys. Tbe crisis had come. To the borror of tbe two watchers, tbe crawler halted there and looked around as if he suspecte d tbeir "I'll git up an' strP.tch my limbs a minute,'' they suddenly heard the crawler say, above a whisper, and in the coarse voice of the old frontiersman, and the next minute the gaunt figure left the ground and straigbtened before tbe m. Almost at the same moment the two boys sprung e rect. 'Old "'omahawkl thank Heaven!" burst from Trappe r Tom's as bis hands and Owen's, too, f ell ou tbe man's arms and hel1 him to tbe spot. Old Tomahawk the crawler was, and not a red-skin, as they had suspected. "What ar' .ye doin' asked the old fellow. I thought you war further towards the middle of the circle." "We were tt. while ago; but we are trying to creet> out." "How 1 I guess it's easier creepin' in than out." "The n we are really surrounded!" "Wt1l, I shouM remark. I bad to choke one Sioux: buck to death afore I could git ins ide. W e'll hev to choke a dozen, mebbe, afore we git uut. Are they so numerous?" Old Tomahawk was siler:t for a moment. "Boy," he suddenly said "it looks to me like we war surrouniled bv Sittin' Bull's hull tribe. The woods ar' full ov.'em. If thar's; one, thar's five hundred!'' This was doleful news. CHAPTER XIV. THRILLING ADVENTuRES. As the reader will 8USpect, there was an<>ther whispe red consultation over the news brought by Old Tomahawk. Thi s t i me three persons instead of two took pn's cap was carried from hi bead. "We're nnt out vH." sairi Olri Tomahawk. Bless m e ef we hevn't baited in a reg'lar Injun nest." The whole woori now rPsounded with warci'iPs of the most ferocious nature. They were terrible enough to strike doom to the hearts of the listeners.

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Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp. we've got to run for it, boys," said Old Tomahawk. Straight :?.head I" asked Tom. Tbet's the course. Ar' you hurt bad, Owen!" '''Only an arrow through my arm. I will pliv the reds for this!" was the grated answer. Meanwhile, Trapper Tom was lookiog on the ground for bis cap, an article which be prized very bigbly. "Let yer cap go," said the old trapper. "Yer scalp 's vrortb .... thousand coonskin caps . At this moment Trapper Tom found his cap which was transfixed b.v a Sioux arrow, shuw ing bow narrowly ue bad <>scaped death. "Now fo1 tbe runt" cried Old omahawk. Keep behind me. If I am fif ,y-twv, :, guess I kin lead th. party." Away b6unded the Indian-bater with Owen and Trapper Tom his heels. The iireak for liberty was observed by tbe red-skins who seemed to possess the eyes oi: nighthawks. Tbe whole foresi; again resounded with yells and another flight of arrows accompanied by a few rifle balls, followed the dash. Then the maddened Sioux sprung after the intrepid three who ran with all their might, feeling the importance of the race. They leaped over logs shown by the dim liJbt of tbe moon and dashed through little thickets with the nerve of bunted deer, aU the time be/U'ing behind them the wild yells of their pursuers. "My God! lnjuns ahead!" fell st.td'Cen ly in accents the most startling from Old Toma-he wk's lips He had scarcely spoken ere a rifles flshel in their very faces and the bullets s emed t6 shriek as they whistled past the trappers' beads. "Down!" commanded Old Tomahawk, and the harassed three dropped immediately to the ground. Fortunately they had reached a spot where two fallen trees lay close together and formed a sort. of n!ltural fort. Dropping into the inclosure the trio got refl:dy to repe an assault, an
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Trapper Tom, the Wood Imp. erect upon his hinder feet, and resembling a mountain of ferocity. Trapper Tom saw bis little eyes shining in the moonlight that down through tbe trees, and the n tbe m o n s t e r reac hed him! Tbe terrilJle paws seemed to t a ke bim into their de.idly embrace, a n d the distended jaws of the monste r appeare d a veritable cave of death. Tbe menaced boy had scarcely a second left for r eftection. R etreat he could not, for the grizzly was tLctually upon him, therefore, shutting bis teeth hard be raise d bis knife and aimed a blow at the bear's breast. We ne e d not say that Trapper Tom put all *he he could command into that stroke The kmfe hit tbe very spot aimed at, and the keen blade1 disappeared beneath the thick bide of the grizzly. A o i nlltent later the boy found himselr in the embrace of the b ear, and tt.at be'fore he could withdraw bi s knife. Old Tomahawk and Owen came up at this mome nt. "Help! h elp:" pealed from the boy trapper's throat. Tbe Indian-fighter uttered a mad cry as he shot straight at the gri zzly. "Assail 'im on t'otber side, Owen," he said to the balf-bree d, who sprung to obey tbe com mand almost b efore it was uttered. Thus attacked by two knives at once, the grizzly found birmelf in an unpleasant predic a ment, and whe n O l d T omahawk had driven his long-blad e d bunting-knife home, directly behind tbe f o r e-s h o ul der, be released Trapper Tom 1tasi:ger e d beck. Old T o m a h awk followed him up with a mad excle m11.tion o f vengeanc e. Jus t the n a loud voice came from the fores t on t he right. "Will the white-faces surrender? Tbe Si oux have the m i n a p en." "Wait till I've settled this b'arl'' answerod Old Tomahawk. CHAPI'ER XV. THE FIGHT FOR THE FORT. TRAPPER T O M b a d f a ll e o from tbA bear's em J>race app.re n.J y m o r e dead than alive. He was in se nsible, l\nd did not hear the demaod fro m the shadows of the wood nor Old 'fomabawk's aru:wer. Owen pi c ked him up and carri<'il bim t oward the spo t wh ere he bad left bis rifia wbile tbe Indian followed the grizzly, which had fall e n w1tb a cras h into the tree-top. Tbe o ld f e llow seemed t o forget tbe proximity of tbe Indians in b is e a g erness to flni sb. the mooste r wbi c h ha<\ almost put a p eriod to bis young fri e n d s e x istence With a c ourage tha t bordered on foolhardi be l eape d in t o tbe foliage and grappled with the d-ying grizzly. T o ick and fast rained the blows, guided by the old ba<'kwoodsma n s keen eye; and when be oame forth, with claw-torn c oa t imd ble eding face, there w&& the fiasb of victory in his qes. "Another grizzly less!" be\jaoulat.ed. "I never leave ooe job, a fore I'm through with It, t o 'teod to ano b e r I wouldn't excbange tbe pl e a sure ov a grizzly tuss le f e r a gold-mine. N o w f e r the Injuos." He left tbe spot and walke d toward Owen and the beaver-catcher, who were found in the midd le of the fort. Trapper Tom bad nearly r ecove rer! from the hug of tbe grizzly, and greeted 0 1 d T imabawk with a faint smile as tbe latte r c a m e up. "Thar's no sweetheart t iet kin bug like a grizzly," observed the old lnr! i a n -hater. 'I cal kerlate the t he'll show bi s n ff e c t i r m to no more peopl e this si d e of g r i zzly parad i se." "He's d ead, tben! "Dead! I can't just now remember when I l eft a gri zzly in any o ther con d iti o n. Deadl D ea d as l as t summer's fi o wers! Ov course y o u b eard what tbe Injuns said a few moments ago!" "Yes; they want us to surrender." "Tbe fool s I t old e m ter wait till I bad settled Old Eph_ Hevin' d one tbet little job, I'm now r eady f e r tbe r Sinc e Old Tomahawk's reply to the d emand for surrender the surrounding forest had been unusually still. "They're waitin' with more patience 'n I ever ,knowed a red-skin ter possm."S," remarke d old fell o w to his boy comp3nions. "I'm goin' ter play fair with the greasers. H ere goes." R ii sing b i s b ead slightly above tbe log brea>twork Old T omahawk Ehouted: "Re d 8 the b 'ar is d ead. If I didn't misun ders t and you a.ybile ago, you asked us ter sm r e nd er." The r eply was not delayed "Tb('! Sioux s p oke t o the pale -f aces through t hei r l e a d e r. Til e y have t he white bunters in a p e n, and the braves of the Sioux nation sur round them. It they shut t h eir ears against the w ords of the braves. tbey will not see t be sun g n to sl eep any m o r e." "All o v wl.iic h me<\ns tbet we'il be tetotallv wiped out e f we don' t gi v e in right away s aid Old Tomahawk. Do you bear the t, Injuns s a y they've g o t us in a p e n without the e:host ova chance f e r safety. What shall I sav!";l 0 iven who se eyes showed the d efiance that ran kl e d in bis breast was about to reply when Traoper Tom spoke: "Te ll t b e r e d varmint s no I" cried the little beave r catcher. "No compromi..>e wi t h a lot of rasca lly Sioux. Surrender me 10s de'l.t b-Jingariog, torturing d eatb ooner than a brave d e f e n se. We have a goo d fort here. I say fight it out!" 01<\ eyes glowed with pride and sat i s h ction whi l e the boy spok e "Fie;ht i s, he sa!rl as be turne d away. "War to the knife! cried O wAn the half bre ed. "Trapper T o m took OwQn's words fro m bis tOnJO?ne n 'nd spo k e tbe m like a brave. C r tain sounds told that tbe savages were bec oming impatient. "We've deci d e d not ter surrender," suddenly calle d out 01<\ Tomahawk and then ducked h18 bead, admonishing Trapper Tom and Oweu to lie close to the ground.

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.Trapp.er Tom, the Wood Imp. ., The boys threw themselves on the earth, and in tbe nick of lime, too, for the next second a tbundtriog volley of rifles seemed to shake the whole wood, anrl a perfect hail storm of bullets t>uried itself in tbe logs, or paRsed barmlessly over the beads of tbe pros trate trio. "May be they'll charge us," suggested Trap-per Tom. "Tbet's not J,he Sioux's tactics wben they're on foot," was tfie quick reply. "Let 'em strad dle their bosses; tbeu look out. My opinion is tbet tbey '11 try some sneakin' trick afore mornin'.>' The night was now nearly half gonei and Old Tomahawk and bis companions were still con fined to the natu rel fort. 1 I'd just like to know bow many Injuns ar' out tbar, an' whether they've got' us completely surrounded as they say they have," said the old scalper suddenly. "I b'lieve I'll reconnoiter." "I object to that," said Trapper Tom quickly. "You can't be spared from the fort just at this time. We all stay"here." "By hokey I you talk like you're the captain ov this iq11ad !" returned Old Tomahawk with a grin. "What do you say, Owen?" There was no reply. "Whar's asked the Indian-fighter surprised. "Yonder." I guess not. Trapper Tom, thet yaller boy is not in the fort." This announcem1mt sent a thrill of surprise through the beaver-catcher's frame. Tbe tort was immediately searched for Owen tbe balf-ureed; but he was not to be found. "Bang me if be hasn't gone to reconnoiter!"' exclaimed the backwoodsman. "If I bad craw, led out, Tom, you'd have heen the only defender of the fort. What to o k thet young fox off in tbet sudden maune11 Mebbe he -wants to diskiver whether Mountain Pete's among the reds out thar." There was no use in looking for Owen who had certainly left tbe fort at this critical jftDIJand hoping that be would turn up all right before day, Old Tomahawk and Trapper Tom resolved to watch witll both eye open till that event should take plac<> .. An hour of strange silnc.'\trange for that time and place, followed 0 departure. The deafening volley which bad torn through the limbs had not been by another, "' and Old Tomahawk bad a right to conclude from the stillness that the Sioux would attempt some stratagem. The openings or glades of the forest were faintly discernible in the moonlight, and though the occupants of the log fort watched them intently they could not see the fit-st sign of 4 foe. L to do tbir work in the darkness. Mehhe all at once they'll pour over these logs like en army ov rats. My command is: Keep your eyes poeldl'" Tom, fully olive to the importance of tbe hour, assured bis companion that his watch fulness should not for one moment be abated1 and with finger _on the trigger he waitea on. Almost continually be thought of Owen be tween him and wbdm a stro ng art .. cbment bad sprung up, and be longed to see the daring young half-breed once more at bis side. Would the morning brmg Owen, or would it find them one and all lying dead and scalped in the forest fort1 Suddenly Trapper Tom felt a ba11d on bis arm. and turning half-way round be beheia the bronzed face of Old There was startling information in the old Indian. fighter's eyes. "You ain't asleep, Tom1" he eslied. ''No." "Don't make any noise, but look straight oveF the Jog. h's gittin' day light, but for all tbet, the Injuns be"Y come." Witnout reply, Trapper Tom looked over the t.ree and saw that the wood was getting lighter, but slowly; the change was just p e rceptible. "My stars I they are her, sure enough I" cried the boy trapper. ''Those objects I see scattered over the ground are not limbs, but Indians." "An' each one PXpects to hev the honor ov scalpin' us!" said 01d T
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28 Trapper Tom, the Wof the fores t fort. "Ef they bev retreated, they're likely to trouble us more. Mountain Pete basn 't got enough yet el he is among the reds. H e' ll put 'em up to more d eviltry afore night el Owen doesn't get the drop on his mug." Turning from the fort, the Sioux turned their at tention to the h a lf-breed who bad gotte n in the rea1, and from a slightly e levated posi tio n poured some deadly shots into their ranks. 'fhe boy heard their mad yells as they sprung to ward him, buc he did not desert hi'< position until he bad dropped two more \Vlth bis unerring rifle. "Now for it, Owen," b e s1id to himself, as he tigatened his belt and darted away with the Mility of the practiced runne r, while at least fifty red-skins pursued. Old r omahawk and the Wood Imp saw the hot chase, and watched pursuers and pursued disappear over a wooded knoll. "They'll run him down I" exclaimed Trappe r T o m, excitedly. "I'd like to see 'em do It. I know thet b oy." was the Indian-fi g hter's prompt response "They'll all come back arter awaile cres t fallen an' pretty well blown. Catch Owen? No red-skin on top ov ground kin do thet." These words r eassured Tom and rendered him easy as t o the peril that menaced the h a lf-bre e d. He therefore turned his attention to the littl e bat tle-gr ou nd over which the Sioux had attempted to reach the fort. TilP Indi a ns on their retrea t had carried away sev eral dead and wounded, but a dozen of the former still iacumbere J the ground, their painted faces up turned toward the bou ghs, and their eyes staring at the pat hes of cold, clear sky far beyo:.d. It was a sight to which the boy trapper was not accustom ed, and seeing that Old Tomahawk was watching him c.iutiously, be turned to him with a smile. "llfore dead Injuns out thar then you ever saw at once, eh?" said the Indian-bater. "They're all good reds now Whe n I get ha.If a chance I'll arid to my stook ov scalps fer I know the ones I brought down; I've marked 'em all." "How many scalps have you nowr" "Haven't counted 'em for three months, an' dn1' In' thet time I reckon I've got in some work." "When will you rest?" "When some red drops me, I expect. You see, Trappe r Tom, them red devils robbed me ov ten years ov life, an' I'm tryin' ter pay 'em what l owe 'em. Ov course I've found the lost gold cave an' all thet; but thet doesn't fetch back th"m lost ten years. Ef I live an' keep my healtll. thar'll be only # a remnant o v the Siou..-.: nation left t e r bother Uncle Sam when I git through." Trappe r Tom made no reply, "for his attention was directed to a movemen t among the boughs of a tree almost beyond rifl e -shot. "What is it, boy?" asked Old Tomahawk seeing the boy's attention fixed on the tree. "An Indian, I think, 11 was the answer. Without difficulty the Indian-fi ghte r was shown the tree noticed by the 'Vood Imp, and for several minutes he watched it intently with a cocked rifle in his band. "Thet red-skin ls tryin' to (l'.lt above us fer a shot," he said. "Ef we let him git inter p os ition o:ie ov u s will drop quicker than we kiu say Jack Robin son. I'll just put a :period to thet buck's career. Now watch 'im drop.' Old Tomahawk's rifle was ilOW at his shonlder, and covering an object in the distant tree he touch ed the trigger. As the dear rPport of the weapon rung through the aisles of the forest something was seen to drop downward through the boughs and all at once an Indian land e d in a heap on the ground. "No more strategy for thet red:" ejaculated Old ;,rir than a minute where he had fallen, for several red skins darted from behind treeS'that concealed their bodies, and dragged the corpse out of sight. Old Tomahawk burst into a flt of laughter at tli:e immoderate haste of the r e d -ski ns who whisked their unfortuui.te companion away, and then k ept their own bodies from the Indian-fighter's unerring n.im. As the morning advanced the b ecame lighter, aud at sunrise one could see a great distance among the trees. "The Indians have not returned from chasing Owen," observed Trapper Tom. At that moment a distano yell was heard, then another and anothe r until the whltes had counted seven. T\ley've" caught him, by hokey!" exclaimed Old Tomahawk. "Who? Owen?" WhQ. el se? yells mean thet the reds ar' returnin' with a I c ounted on the boy gettin' away, fer .J ve seen him run afore. Somethinp must h ev-iiappeyed to him. We'll see di rect1v. '' A commotion among the Indians in the forest in front of the fort was now observ.able, and Old Terna hawk and the Wood Imp turned their faces toward that part of the wood from whence the seven yells bad com e Three hours had elapsed since Owen's departure, chased by fifty yelling red Indians, and now he was coming back, no doubt to be t:irtured to death in the presence of his friends I Prese n t lv figures were seen moving toward the fort, and then the Ravages stationed behind the troos set up yells of delight. They,ve run my young deer down sur e enough l" grated Old Tom,.hawk a s h e eyed the advancing l\: dians in ill humor. "By the eternal! if the y -harm a hair ov bis head in my presence, somebody will suff e r for it." In than five minutes the occupants or" the fort observ ed Owen the halfbreed walking erect In the midst of the triumphant Indians, who watched him closely. "We must eave him!" cried Trapper Tom.

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Trapper '!'om, the Wood Illlp. "Owen shall not be tortured t6 fleath by those red domons.0 "Ov course hesha'n't; butjusthold yerpeace," Sllid Old Tomahawk, who had not taken his eyes from the a'1vancing band for a moment. "Owen an' me hev sworn to be friends till death1 .an' ter stand by one another thrcugh thick an' thm. An' don't we intend to.do thet? Ahl Trapper Tom, Owen shall not die I" The of the yellow were soon joined by the Indians who had remained behind. and thew.hole formed a large crowd just beyond rifle-shot. ('\ii Tomahawk and Trapper Tom strained their eyes as they looked on, wondering what would be the red-skins' next move. li '"ey could have advanced nearer they would have ooserved that the face and clotbes of Owen the half-breed were sadlf torn by briers, as if he bad attempted to force his way through a patch of them. He presented a sorry picture as he stood sur rounded by the red-skins wbo wanted his blood; but the fire in his eyes was undimme d, and his stature seemed to have increased since his capture. There was at first a disposition on the part of the who had not joined in the chase to rush upon Ow e n and tear him to pieces; and they would have donP. so if tl>e captors had not pressed them back. "We take the yellow boy close r to the place where his p n le-faced friends are hid, and there we'll burn him at the Rtake." said Owen's captors. "He has shed the blood of the Sioux, and fire shall dry shouts that made Old Tomahawk grate his tet>th again, and a moment latet 1he whole crowd surged toward tbe fort. "I see ncthing of Mountain Pete," said Trapper Tom. I 80<1 him plainly," was Old Tomahawk's r e sponse. He's fixed up like a full-blooded Sioux, but ne can't fool me. He is the big Jnjun on tbe right. I'll bet my life that Owen has picked him out afore this. The Indians continued to approach the fort until they had reached a spot about two hundred yards where they halted, and without crremony proceened to bind Owen to a tree, the body of which was about twe lve inches m diameter. "What did I tell you?" said the old Indian-slayer. Trapper Tom did not appear to hear him. "Don't you see?" the boy sudden1y Pxclaimed. "They are going to burn Owen right before our eyes I That tree is to be bis stake, and we are to crouch here with loaded rifles and submit to the whole a.ff air I" "Mebbe so," was the tantalizing answer. "What kin W P do for the yellow boy?" "With our sixteen-shooters we can sprinp, over the logs and pour death into the Indian ranks. "An' see a tomahawk bury itself in Owen's head for our trouble, too." Trapper Tom did not reply; be silently acknowl edged the logic of Tomahawk's last remarks, and waq forced to turn bis attention to a sight that maddened him. When the tying operation had been c ompleted & stalwart Indian-a veritable red giant-stepped forward and waved bi,s hand toward the fort. "The Sioux have caught the'/ellow friend of the pale-faces," he said, in a Jou voice, whose tones easily reached Trapper Tom and his companion. "They have tied him to a tree in the forest, an' they will soon pile sticks of wood about his legs. The yellow boy has shot the Sioux down like dogs; he J1es trailed them even to their villages an' struck: them there. He is the friend of the white man who hates and bunts the Sioux for what they did to him many, many moons ago. When the Sioux have burnt the yellow boy with flre, they.will take the pale-faces l rom their fort an' bnrn them, too. Let them look on an' see bow their friend dies. He wlJI whine like a dog when the red tongue& lick his The big brave ceased and turned awu,ir "Thet war Mountain Pete," said Old 'Tom &hawk. "He makes a good Injun when he's fixed up. Did yer notice how Owen watched 'im while he talked?" "He never took bis eyes from him for a moment." "Nobody kin tell how he hatee Mountain Pete," the Indian-tlgbter continued. '"He kn, ,..itb a pair of blazing eyes fix e d on .Mountair1 !'rte. The toed a few fEet av ay with arms folded r.ve alway e luded me. l<'o w I am y our p iron er. Mour. 1ain Pete, co ycu know "by I have trailed you to the vt1y Jcdg< s ol t11e red -me n?" "I must have Etepped on your tees sc me" 1 ar,' was the response "You have c'oroe more than t lla t. Mountein rete, don't you know me?" 'The 9uestion was afkcd in .a tct:e that dro ve lllcuntam Pete toward th cepthe. t, Do you r em1n;b ped to death?" continm cl Owtn. An exclamation f ell frcm Mcunt&in Pt te's lips. ba..-e not forgotten her l Well, I am "An' my son, tool" A bound took the deErera<'o to O" m's side. "Stand back, murde1 e r Dcn' t touch me I cnw the yellow boy. He spoke tc,o late, fer with cne fcot Mountain Pete sent the sticks in e' y 6ir ct i o n ar, d th .. knife that glittfrfd m Lis l nt:d Lternted the cap. tive in tbe twinklirg of an eye! ''Mountain P ete's rcy I" he mid to the astonished Indians as be jerked Owen frc m the trPe. H Nol my molber's Fon, and her sworn av e nger!" was the tlmnderinir rl'l't onse. As the last words still trrml:led the half 1:1""ed's lips he clarted at M ountain Pete, and tore bis rifle from his grasp. "I have foupd ycu at last!" he 9ried. "Though you are my fat lier, I avenire the dea1;b of my mother, the beautiful princess of the Crows." With face aflame with rage M ountain Pete stllrted toward the boy. "Here ends my trail and yours!" said Owe1>. The next moment the renegade's rifle spoke bis ddom, and the stalwart flgure of Mountain Pete staggered from the muzzle I The forest tragedy seemed to paralyze the red spectators. They did not recover until they saw Owen bounding toward the fort eagerly awaited by its breathless occupants. They suddenly darted after him with wild criei;, but Trapper Tom and Old Tomahawk sprung ap and presented their rifl es. The menace of those death-dealing weapons wsm enough for the Sioux; they stopped, and taking te the trees, made their way back to th"' eaptivelem stake. As for Ow en, he llr.ept ou untll he bounded ... the log, and alighted between his two friend1.

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ao CHAPTER xvn. Tll& LAST TRAIL, W'!!!LE Owen was relating his adventures to Trapper Tom and Tomahawk1 the Indians gathered around the body of M ountarn Pete whose skull had been shattered by a bullet fired at rlo>o range. l'he l-enegade had met his fate at la ;tat the hands of his own son. for his brutal treatment of the Crow princess, once his wife. Afte r bis narrative Ow e n turned tow.ard the scene vi>ible in the forest and regarded it thoughtfully for some time. He seemed to live over much of bis checkered past during his silence, and the two lookers-on did n o t disturb him. "We will go now, Tomahawk," b e said calinly. "Owen' s trflil bas ended and he can go back to his peop_le." To the Crows?" 1 "Why not? Can h e not return to his mother's grave an' s a y that the man who whipped her can strik e no m o re ? "Thet's just wha t you kin do," was the Jndian fight e r s r eply. '"I'd like ter g o witil you. boy, e f I could spare the time But fir s t I've g o t t e r h elp Tra p e r Tom git his t o the tradin' post\ n ext I'm go in' t e r settle with a few more red-sKins fer the t long crazy spe ll o v min e. "Owe n h e lp his white brother too. Back to the cav e th e n." _,.... B u t n o t with all those [ndhr.s in our frQnt," said Trappe r T om. "Ov c o u r s e not. .At any rate we won't attempt t e r l eave thi3 f ort tod a y." Th S ioux did not c.:a rg(> the f ort a gain, but sent in an Indian Hag of truce and ask e d p ermission to carry pfi' their dead They w ere c a r e full y wa t c h e d b y the three friends whil e the y p erfom1e ii t h i s o p e ratio n, a n d whe n the las t on e had been borne a wa y the last Sioux quie t l y disappeare d. S&ill the occupants of the fort did n o t evacuate it until the sh"ldes o f night bad fall e n a gain; then they slippe d away in Tndb.n fil e and glid e d noiselessly through the d arke n e d forest. I n the India n country o n e must be always on the a l ert; not a single sens e must slumber for, a mo ment. The slig':tt est noise must reach the white man's ear and his eye mus t be able to tak e in who le scenes a t a glance '.l,'be three friends w e r e still in the greatest d a n,er. It is true tha t the Sioux h a d t:> a l appe!lrance3 withdrawn ; but the y w e r e probably i n the vici n ity plann in g n e w deviltry, and eager to g e t the scalp3 which thu f a r hat! e lu ded the m. The gold cave whe r e Trapper Tom h a d l eft the valuable pelts was now the obje c tiv e p o in t. It was mil e s from the fort, but the trio expected to reach it b e f o're morning Onc e in its recesse s the y b e li eved that they could bid d e fianc e to the redskms for it was c apable of b e ing d e fend e d by a small f orce against ov erwhelming numbe rs. That ni ght-journe y through the forest w a s accomplishe d without a loud v oice and we may add with out \n c id ent of any k ind. Morn i ng was near at hand when the trio reache d the gold cave. Eag-er to ascertain wheth e r his p e l t s w e m saf01 Trapper Tom lo w Pred himself into the cavern, ana torc h in hand darted ard the niche. All at once, howe ver, a huo!e objec t r os e In his patb, and the n ext ins t ant the boy recoil P d from th3 ferocious hea d of a grizz l y It was a meeting entirely une:x:PectP,d, and as the bear exhibited signs of rag-e, the Wood Imp dropped his light a n d raised his rifle Don t shoot him I I'm sp'llin' for a b 'ar Ilg-ht!" the voice of Tomahawk, as the boy' s rifle litr uck his shoulder. . B e spok e too late,, for Tom G nue lfrallkoo !)P,f1,re be reached his side, and with a growl that filled 0. cavern, Old Ephraim retreated Into the niche. "I' ll fight him y e t i exclaime d Ol d Tomahaw'JC, picking up the torch and dashing fierce l y a t t h e grizz ly. Both Trapper Tom and Owe n attempted t<, r e strain the veteran, b u t without avail for the y 81\V him the torc)1 at the bear's head, a n d t hen charge him with na.k;ed knife. "Let them fight i t out," said Owen, h o lding T o m back. "I neve r knew Old Tomabawk to kill a grizzly with a rifle. He always finishes t h e combat with the knife. The t w o boys stood aloof 1'rom the struggl e, but not fo r long. The y saw two figures "l"rithlng In the flick ering li ght of the torch, and now and then caught sight of p. gleaming blade. At last the combatants s eparated, and Olcl Toma ha.wk, w ith his clothes torn to shred camo from the niche "Thet's the r toughest incident I eve r tackled." he said, and the n dropped with a groan a t the boy's feet. "Heave n s I he i s dead!" exclaimed Trapl?er Tom. "The g rizzly bas finished O lcl Tomahawk I .An examination revealed the fact that the grizz l v fight e r had fainte d, also that he was horribl y mutilated, aucl apparently n ear d eath's door. Trapper Tom took the torch and examined the grizzly. The body was literally covered with k n ife-wounrts, s everal of which w e r e rn the heart, and the bear was dead. While Owe n was With Old Tomahawk, Trappe r T o m proceeded tu mspect the p lace w h e r e he had l e f t hi s p elts To his great J O Y h e found. the m all !lafe vitb -the e x ception of the one bundle which, as the reader will rel!'olle ct, was carrie d off by Y oung Eagl e the Sioux. "They'll bring me a good round sum.anyhow, h e said, as he surveye d the heap. "Heaven knows I've had a d venmres enough d efending them. O l d Toma hawk i M w e lcom e to Jiis gold mine i f he recovers. I've got enough of this part of the N ortbwest, and h enceforward I'll give it a wide b erth. It was not until three w eeks after these last events, to come to the c onclusion of our story, tha t Trapper T o m starte d for the n earest kading-post with his furs. For some days O ld Tomahawk hovered between lif e and death, but his iron constitution b rought h i m thro u g h and at las t the trio l eft the g o l d cave to brave the p e rils of a f orest tmmp to the post. .As Olcl Tomahawk knew the trails of the great N orthwest as a pilot knows the river, be led the e.:x pedition, which m clu e time pas sed the gates of the po st, and Trapper Tom had t .he pleasure of throwing his furs at the feet of the agen t The sum that h e r e ceiv e d for t'em with the ntt'\' i>:ets brought from Old T omahawk' s g o ld m inP, 1'.t f ound himself w ell fixed for the remainder of y outh, and he announced his intention of q uittin>( the wild sports of forest and stream and of turn i n g Ill s fac e towarrt the East. .A. f e w days after bis return to the tradingpost, be was call e d upon to say good-by to his t wo faithful fri e nds, Old Tomahawk and Owen. "I'm goin' back to work thPt m ine ov mine an' ter set tl e with a few reds whom I've got a standin' grude:e," said the o l d Indin-hatPr as he h eld Tranner Tom' s h
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Trapper Tom, the Wood I mp. lod2ea o f the Crows stand, and he will hunt the b utl' al o a nd deer In t'. land of Ws mothn's pPop l e White trapper hns r.oen Owen strike down th e band that struck the Pl'inc cs' of the Crows. Owen goes ba<'k to the trails of bis b oyhood." There was m oisture iu the young half-breed's eyes be turneJ nway ah:.l Trapper Tom clung to his srn.rthy hand as l o n g rs he was able. "We Bball notprt thus!" he exclaimed. "I will b 1ck you!" He wns 1 usbed back by the hand of Old Tomahawk. and a moment later the gate of the -tradingpo s t opened, and shut and be saw his f r iends no m".>re. Only last summ0r a gaunt sun-browned man, carrying a rifl e across his arm entered a busin ess house 111 Omaha, and stretched a bronzed hand across the counter to the youngproprit tor. "Don' t you know yer old par, Dress a n d H umorous Pieces, tor the Amateur Stage, P a r lors. Schoo l s and Exhibition s. All origi nal a n d by favorite authors, professors. ttachers and amateurs. !!Sle by a ll ne\vsdea l ers, or sent, post-paid, on o f p rice-ten ce nts. .VICAD;.E AND A D AMS, PuBLISHERS ..0 W i lliam Street, New Yor k Half Dime Singer's library 1 'WBO..l, I :ind 59 other Songs. 2 CAPTAIN CUFF and 57 other Songs 3 THE GAINSBORo' RAT and 62 other Songs. 4 JOHNNY MORGAN and 60 othe r So ngs. 5 I'LL STRIKE Yo'U WITH A FcATHF.R and 62 otLer11, 6 GEORGE THE CHARMER and 56 othPr Songs. 7 TBE BELLE OF ROCKAWAY and 52 other Songs. 8 YOVNG You'RE Too FRESH and 60 ott1"'1 9 SHY YouNG GmL and 65 other Song's 1 0 I'M THE GOVERNOR'S ONLY SoN am! 68 other&!'.:...., 11 MY FAN and 65 other Songs. 12 Cm1rn' Tmto' TllE RYE and 55 other Songs. 13 THE RoLLicKING IRISHMAN and 59 other 14 OLD Doo TR.A Y and 62 other Songs, 15 WHOA. CHARLIE and 59 other Songs, 16 IN TRIS WHEAT BY AND B11 and 62 other 17 NANCY LEE and 58 other Songs. 18 I'M THE Boy THAT'S Bom;o TO Bwzt< and 57 otbe"', 19 THE Two ORPHANS and 59 other Songs. ..... 20 W HAT ARE THE WILD WAVES SAYING. SrST..._t and 59 other Song-s. 21 INDIGNANT PoLLY Woo ancl 59 other Songs 22 'l 'HE ULD .ARM-CHAIR and 1i8 other Songs. ZJ ON CONEY lsLA.ND BEACH and 58 other Song.'.'. 24 OL!' SIMON, THE HoT-CORN MAN and 60 oth erc, 25 I'u IN J..ovE and 56 vther Songs. 2.1 PARADE OF THE RDS and 56 othe r Sooga, 'n Yo, REA VE, Ho! and GO other Sont?S. 2S 'TwrLL NEVER no TO Om IT UP So and 60 othem. 211 BLUE BONNETS OVER THE IlonDER and 54 othe1'8, 30 THE MERRY LAUGHING MAN and 56 other Songs. 31 SWEET FoRGKT-ME-NOT and 55 othe r Songs. 32 LEETLE BABY llIINE and 53 other Songs. S3 DE BAN.JO AM DE INSTRUMENT FOR llIE and 53 othera 34 TAFFY and 50 other Songs. 35 JusT TO PLEASE THE lloYs am! 52 other Songs. 36 SKATlNG ON ONE IN THE GUTTER and 52 others. 37 KoLORED KRANKS and 59 other Songs. 88 NrL DESPEllANDUM and 53 other Songs. 39 THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME and 50 other 40 'TIS BUT A LI'M'LE FADED FLOWER and 50 41 PRETTY WHrLHEIMINA and 60 other Songs. 42 DANCING IN THE BARN and 63 other Songs 43 H. III. s. PINAFOR E COMPLETE, and 17 other Songr. Sold everywhere b} 'Newsdea lel'I", at flvi( ceI?t\". p el' c opy, o r sent post-p11i d, to a n y address, o n 'N" celpt of Six cents per number. BEADLE llID ADAMS, PuBLIRl""'ltl' 913 Wn.LLUI STRltK'r, NEW Yo

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But It 11 moat e11eotlally a halt d ime novel atatement that will he news to many when It la added that liter& tare, It traced from the dtrnly df'8tant days when Adam wae a mere child down to the present day, would show bat few heroea that In the eyes of boyhood woul d be even judged worthy of comparlaon with the two greateat bel'Oel known to American literature, or, to promptly re eat them, Deadwood Dick and Deadwood Dick, Jr. The modern heroea or fiction ror young America, 1rbo are now as countleRS ae the eancfs of the sea, and o r away the palm of popularity, and such as be left far behind In the race. It can be easily helleved, therefore. that the two Dicks U"8 10 ftrmly engratted on the t ree of po1rnlar llterature boye and young men, that their poi.ltlo11 IR aRsured and that they stand to-day head and shoul d ers above all rivals In the eyes or the public ror wblcb tbe7 have ltved, and tor which one of U?em has died. Amerlcau boy hood, and that la a tremendous factor I n the laud, now knows Deadwood Dick, Jr. a good beal ter than It knows Its catechism, and mllllo ua of youna minds absoru the thrllllng In cidents of his career In hll everlasting warfare agatust crime and his 11everendln11 solving or tmpenetrahle mysteries. Mllllons ot boys follow hie Atealthy footsteps aa he tracka hla vlcloua victims to their undoing, and rhen, when the tctlms are thoroughly undone, the mllllona watt hungrily for the next volume. which 011 every Wednesday appean with the certainty of the Wednesday IUelf, and a new set or delightful thrills go thrilling away rrom Malue to Call foruta. There are the volumes each so crowded with thrll11 and heart.tugs that It were madneBB to hope to do juatlce to them collecttvely and rank h 1ju1tlce to dlacrt111lnate be tween them. To aba11don the Idea of giving a few extract caneee lu Hnlte pai n but If once a start were macte In that dlreo-1100, It woul d be cruel to The Evening Sun's readers to stop, .and It ts therefore bette r n o t t.o relate one elngle actvfl'ntn r e Sumce tt to say that the stories are clean and welt wrltteu. D EA DWOO D DICK L IBRARY. I Deadwood Dick, the Prince of the Road I The Double Daggers; or, Deaitwood Dick's Defiance S The But'l'alo D emon; or. The Border Vultures Buffalo Ben, Prince or the Pistol' 5 Wild Ivan, the Boy Claude Duval e DeatbFnce, thP Detective f The Phantom Miner; o r Deadwood Dick's Bonanza 8 Old Avalanch .. the Great "Annihilator; or, Wild Edna, the Girl Brigand Bob Woolf, the Border Ruffian :t Omaha Oil, the Masked Terror; or, Deadwood Dick In Danl!e r :; Jim Bludsoe, Jr. the Boy Phenix; or, Through to Death !I Deadwood Dick's Eagles; or, The Pards of Floo d Bar 18 Buckhorn Bill; or. 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