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96 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM, away almost to death with that infernal old yarn, and that I myself haven’t any desire to die just yet.” The White Hermit’s eyes snapped, and his hatchet face flushed with anger, and he might eyen have lapsed into one of his loony fits if Fayaway had not, with a woman’s tact, at this moment pointed over the car, and cried out: “Injun make fight; white man make fight. Oh, more fire, somuch!” The protessor’s telescope was leveled at once, and ie for- got everything else in the scene below. “Hooray!” cried Sam; ‘‘there’s bound to be a. scrimmage. But what in the duse are our fellers up to? They don't seem to be anxious for a row.’ “And why should they, when they number scarcely forty strong, while the savages opposed to them are between two and three hundred?” said Max. ‘Big Horn is proving himself a general, as well as a fighter. You see him and the lieutenant are maneuvering to post their band on, that little triangular-shaped hillock, which is securely defended by the steep mountain wall upon one side, and by the deep waters of Miry Fork on the other, thus leaving only one narrow side open to attack. There! what did I tell’ you? They are already posted, and some of them have dismounted, and are beginning to fell timber across the opening. Why in ten minutes they will have formed a natural fort of no in- significant strength. Sam, see if you can reach the ling attached to the throttle- valve. We must go alittle lower su as to be in readiness for co- sO Pneee rs Sam succeeded in doing this; the birds were neatly piled up, living and dead, around the sides of the car, and in a few minutes they were comparatively near the surface of the earth; so near, indeed, that by shouting aloud, they could readily converse with: their companions below—a well-known principle in aerostatics, which is generally understood. ‘Can we do anything for you at present, boys?” sang out the professor. “No,” shouted back Lieutenant Dutton. ‘We have plenty of water close at hand as you see; but we want pune to eat, though, of course, you can’t help us to that.” “We can’t, eh?” said the old man, drawing in his head, “Sam, just drop them about twenty brace of them ducks (ele) comicbooks m