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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 179 tion swing this way and that through the dusky hordes, ably seconded by the hunters and the hounds, until at last the Indians, wearied, dazed, discouraged and_horror-stricken at being minced and hashed up in this ruthless manner, broke all along their line and fled in heedless panic toward the mountains. Lieutenant Dutton rode up to where the balloon had come to an anchor at last and heartily saluted the worn-out heroes of the car, ‘“Nobly done and nobly won!” he exclaimed. . ‘By heavens! I was almost in despair before you came to the rescue; their vast numbers had well-nigh appalled me.” ‘Bully for our side, pard!” said Big Horn, also coming up at this moment, covered with the blood of the enemy from head to foot, but scarcely able to stand from extreme fatigue. ‘‘But the scrimmage is over for the present, an’ we aint got strength enough to keep up the chase. Better call in your dogs, pard!” ‘That is true,” said Sam, and placing to his lips a pecu- liar whistle which had been given him by the general for this purpose, he blew a blast almost as loud and shrill as the whistle of a steam engine. | Only thirteen of the dogs came bounding back to the re- call. ‘T’'wo of them had died the death; but the valiant Chawer was among the living, while all were more or less injured and nearly worn out from the excess of their own ferocity, with dripping jaws and bloodshot-eyes. It was necessary to reconnoiter the position of the enemy and observe their movements; therefore, on the following morning it was decided to make an ascension. ‘The dogs were left behind, in charge of Big Horn and Teddy, while the professor and Sam entered the car, and were soon soar- ing upward. Le CHAPTER XXVI. LARIATING A RENEGADE. Contrary currents were encountered about a mile above the earth, and all the efforts of the professor to control the balloon proved unavailing. | ‘‘Drat the old bag,” said Max at last, in despair, ‘‘let her slide, | comicbook