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168 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. up one of the savages by the seat of his buckskin leggings, the professor did the same on his side, other redskins clung to those captured, and as the riddance of a few more sand- bags at the hands of the Irishman sent the balloon whirling aloft, the victims were carried, squirming and struggling, over the deep-flowing river. «<Souse ’em in the shtrame!” cried Teddy, leaning over the side, and tickling the nearest savage on the top of the head with his hunting-knife; ‘‘souse “em in the water!” CHAPTER AXIV. THE GENERAL’S PETS. “Ory Havoc! and let slip the dogs of war.” As the balloon careered over the stream, the Indians forming the extremities of the dangling chains held by Sam and the professor struck the water with a loud splash, caus- ing them to lose their hold and tumble headlong into the deep current. — Then as the balloon, with the loss of each additional weight, rose higher and more buoyantly into the air, one after another the savages were dropped upon the surround - ing country, until only these two that had been originally _ hooked up remained, and these were also shaken loose just as the balloon re-entered the rack of storm-clouds, and dis- appeared, shrieking into the misty depths. The boy who had been rescued was now crying bitterly, but was assisting Teddy as wellas he could to revive his insensible companion—a very handsome girl of about eighteen, who proved to be his sister. In a few moments the girl was sufficiently recovered to sit up and look about her; though both she and her brother were filled with wonder and alarm at finding themselves sailing through the atmosphere. ‘Sure, an’ it’s shwimmin’ in the air we are, Paddy!” she exclaimed, clasping her brother in her arms, and looking at her rescuers with mingled apprehension and alarm. “‘Begorra! my beauty, an’ wadn’t ye rather be in the air than have thim red divils a fryin’ an’ roasthin’ av ye?” cried Mr. McGuire. ‘‘You’re in the hands av min an’ honorable gintlemen. What's yourname, honey?” (ete) Eomicboo cS