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-_ aN i a a ; . _ . Sigo. A rane Wee ee 7 and as the sound swelled louder the tramp of horses’ hoofs — was blended with it. Then the tumult changed to cries of unmistakable rage and lamentation, and these contin- ued in the near vicinity of the lad’s place of confinement, making him feel very ill at ease. “IT can guess what it means,” Linn reflected, “and I know now why I have seen nothing. of Flying Thunder for the past four days. He and some of his braves have been out on a scout, and they have met the whole or a part of Major Dallas’ command. They have returned minus a part of their number, and the women and chil- dren are mourning for the dead. And-they will likely want to make an end of me next. It’s not a pleasant prospect.” But the day wore on, and the only person to visit the lodge was the old squaw. Her manner was sullen and spiteful as she put down the food and hurried away. The wailing lasted at intervals until dark, and then sounds of a different nature rose on the night air—guttural shouts, weird and frenzied chanting, and the dismal ac- _ companiments of rattles and tom-toms. Linn ventured to peep cautiously beneath the front flaps of the lodge. Three Indians were on guard at the very door and beyond them he saw several score of braves a ‘dancing and yelling around the blazing fires. Until a in quick succession through his troubled brain. From — Le flaps | were epulled aside eby: two stalwart he) comiebooksicom and trembling in every limb, to find the bright light of — - day streaming through the crevices of the lodge. ng late hour he sat up listening to the wild turmoil, oppressed by a feeling of dread that would not be shaken off, and finally he fell asleep from very exhaustion. ’ It was not a restful slumber, for terrible dreams coursed ~ one of these he woke with a start, wet with perspiration — As he sat up, looking stupidly around him, the door- 7 Se » a) - a, a4 . +} , ; i Ata Se, thee ed —t? woe s oh! oor 7.00. re es Vides: sh Red et ee *, en