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means.” ‘The Battalion at the Agency. after dark,” said the.major. “I can’t understand what it “It means that the red devils have glutted themselves with the trader’s bad whisky, sir,’ replied Bob Lowther, the elder of the two scouts, “and naturally they don’t make any difference betwixt day and night.” ‘“That’s about it,” assented the major. ‘‘We’ll soon be there now.” Up the long slope of the ridge clattered the column, every man peering ahead and listening to the rattle of car- bines and the burst of demoniac yells that now filled the air. Linn felt a wild thrill of excitement, but no sensa- tion of fear. In the struggle that seemed imminent he was determined to play a plucky part, and even the near- by presence of Captain Norman could not shatter his bright hopes of fame and promotion. “It looks as though we are in for it, Osborne, in Chamberlain and the fight on Bull Creek. your head.” 99 said Lieutenant Dimsdale, as he spurred his horse alongside of the lad. “This will be somewhat different from the row ~ Don't lose “T won't, sir,’’ ae Linn. “I feel as cool as a cu- cumber.”’ 7 The lieutenant nodded approvingly, and just then the head of the battalion rode over the crest of the ridge. There was now a level space stretching ahead for some _ distance to the beginning of the opposite slope, and when the front ranks reached the latter point Major Dallas rode a little to one side and gave the signal to halt by lifting his hand. The column instantly stood still, stretching in a qitet black mass across the level top of the ridge. the fc foot of the rest Its presence was unsuspected by the rabid band of Sioux in the near -- vicinity, but every man of the troopers equld see down to ‘book (Eo) col