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aes 1 PEAS eA at SW ae cos San oa aso Pie and saw what was ‘going on, they-jerked their horses aie around and faced the little squad of troopers. “Go back! go back!” the chief yelled, passionately, _ shaking hig rifle in one muscular hand. “Leave us to — deal with the slayer of Crooked Nose. My brother’s blood calls for vengeance.” ) - Lieutenant Coghill heard and understood, for he was fairly well versed in the Dakota tongue.. He did not hesitate a second, nor did he slacken speed. “Get out of the-way, Gray Fox,” he cried. ‘‘Call your _ braves off, and return to the reservation. Justice shall _ be done to the murderer.” As soon as fico ae ae lige companions rode over the Uk Critical, Situation Ce tog A shiny revolver stared the Brule chief in the face, and — — added emphasis to the command. With a scowl and an _ imprecation, he swerved his pony to one side out of the path, an example that was followed quickly by his com- panions. “Now for the cabin!” shouted the young officer, as he led his men down the slope at a furious gallop. “We'll have our hands full to capture the fellow and prevent more bloodshed, but it’s got to be done.” The rapid advance of the troopers took the scattered line of Sioux unawares, and, not having Gray Fox at hand to counsel them, they were unable to make up their minds ~ what to do at the moment. So they sullenly opened a wide gap in the centre, and allowed the lieutenant and his squad to ride past them unmolested. » _ Trumpeter Grant. “I reckon he’s had enough, and will , re ea ee this dim light. Shall I give him a signal, sir?” al ee Aa de ite 3 i, ‘* — J 5 ee a wise suggestion. ‘Harkness hasn’t fired a shot for half a minute,” cried surrender like a baby. But he may take us for Indians in “Yes, go ahead,” said the lieutenant, who thought this © The Ae as raised the bugle to his lips, and as the ~ ier gl } yy en | : <a ” : . \n . - * ‘ . | (¢ 7 * ‘ : ‘ : é , ‘6 ; j Ms > cee ,, > § oly nA mig . , P ‘1% ata 7 “ee ; (@ \ @ ) \ | 0 c ik : a a ad, a ore . % 4 Aye Y when ‘ , Ps : J of ‘ e * i oe “ms, - ‘ te ~ . ' 7 ’ - >< a : rs 4 e +” ’ 7, . A, “ : « ey ’ . 18 - — ‘ : 7 ’ : a ’