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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM, Bes. Yi: The report of the gun was instantly followed by an Indian yell and the sound‘of a body rolling off the roof; while the other inmates of the cabin sprang out of bed, and, notwith- standing the suddenness of their awakening, took in the meaning of the situation at once, and began to throw on their clothes. ‘‘Why didn’t you arouse us the moment you got up your- self, you booby?” whispered old Max, angrily. ‘‘Be dad! I didn’t want to disturb ye till I was sure it wor mon or baste a-crapin’ on the roof,” was the puzzled reply. ‘Of course, the report of your own gun was an admirable way to keep us from waking,” growled the other. ‘Ha! stand by the door there!” There came a tremendous shock against the door of the . cabin, accompanied and followed by a chorus of savage grunts and yells. ; Sam peered through a little chink just alongside the oor. ‘Thank Heaven! it is growing daylight fast,” he whis- pered; ‘‘but there’s a teamin’ big gang of ’em, an’ they’ve got a big log to batter down the door with. Look out!” The door again quivered beneath a tremendous shock from without. «Tt won't stand many more like that,” said Big Horn, stooping to a cranny in the wall, and cocking his rifle, in which he was speedily imitated by Sam and Teddy; while old Max strove to quiet the fears of Minnetrapa, who was crouching by the fire-place and beginning to moan and wring her hands. 3 _“Tt?s growing lighter every minute,” whispered Sam. ‘There they come again with ‘the battering-ram! Let ’em have it.” | OGrack! crack! crack! rang the three rifles, the reports followed by shrieks and groans; and the blow which this time struck the door was far more feeble than its predeces- sors. | The savages, of whom there were about fifty or sixty, prepared for another attack. Again the hunters knelt and fired, and again the battering-ram struck the door, with a little more effect than before, but still not sufficient to ma- terially affect the strength of the solid cross-pieces that held it. «We've all got breech-loaders!” cried Sam. ‘Why don’t Fecomicboo “S <¢om