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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 91 tain!” said he, ‘‘an’it seems to me as Firefut’s bound to make a hard fight afore he'll give up the gal. That ere place whar Firefut’s goin’ to make’s stan’ is a tearin’ canon —reg’lar hell-hole’n the hills, ’n it’ll take a reg’ment fur to smoke him out. The only hope is, when he sees the smail size of our force, he’ll make a fight on theopen plain at the foot of the mountains. Nothin’ more to say.” “But what do you advise, Big Horn?” “Go right in an’ win. Can’t get wuss’n licked; an’ the gas-bag may help us out.” It was at length agreed that the expedition should set out at once, pursuing the trail northward which the renegade had taken on the preceding day, while the balloon was to sail ahead to survey the country, and in case of a fight to render what assistance it could. Sam and the professor sprang back into the car, and the latter was about to trip anchor, when Big Horn, who had learned.of the heroic part enacted by Fayaway in the ad- ventures of the aeronauts, rode up to the side of the car, and gravely patting the maiden upon the head, said ina low voice: “My little squaw, you air a brick, if you ar a gal!” The next moment the balloon was in the air, and the hunters were wishing it God-speed with a hearty cheer. “By criminy! I’ll be jealousof Big Horn, if you don’t look out, Fayaway,” said Sam, with a laugh. ‘No, no; Fayaway love Sammy—no more love. Big Horn big chief; oh, so big,” said the Indian girl, rolling her eyes and standing upon tiptoe as she raised both hands in the air; “but much ugly, and never much carie for love leetle gal, that’s all.” ‘Well, I must confess he isn’t a beauty,” said her lover, still laughing; ‘‘but he’s brave and hardy enough to win the heart of many a squaw for all that. What do you make out with your spy-glass, professor?” a ‘Nothing as yet,” replied the hero of the Antarctic 1ce- barriers, without removing from his eye the telescope with which he was patiently sweeping the horizon and the coun- try underneath. <‘‘See how the thermometer stands, and chuck out asack or two. We ain’t making more than thirty “miles an hour,” Sam threw out some ballast, and in looking over the side saw that they had already left their friends far, far below GComichboo CO!