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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM, 201 CHAPTER XXX, THE RESCUE. As soon as little Fayaway had got under the fir-trees, and locked up, she saw the hand that held the loop-line and recognized it at once, for Big Horn was famous for having the largest and brawniest hands in the tetritory. He spoke to her from above in a deep, hoarse whisper, saying: “You won't give yourself away now, like a fool, leetle gal, fur I know you're a brick. Be keerful-like. Stroll inter the lodge, an’ fetch out the young leddy jist as ef you was goin’ a blackberryin’, or suthin’ like that, an’ come hyar when you ain’t peeked at. ‘'hen, drop the noose over her shoulders. She’ll be drawed up first, an’ you arterward. 9999 Understan’: She signified that she did, by a wave of the hand, and, as he drew up the line, he séw her, obedient to his instructions, — stroll off to the lodge in the most leisurely manner in the world. : She entered it, and soon returned with Miss Chapman leaning upon her arm. ven at that distance the hunter could mark the flutter the latter was in, and the great efforts she made to conceal her perturbation. ‘Two squaws came to the door of the lodge and narrowly watched their movements, but, as they presently seated themselves upon a mossy bank, and began to chat together, girl-like, as they arranged the long, curly mosses in each other’s hair, the watchers soon went in again. One of them looked out again, after a bit, but seeing them still in the same careless atti- tude upon the moss, retired, and the door was darkened no more. ) They then got up and strolled toward the tree, every now and then stopping to chat and laugh, or pick up some grass or flower before proceeding on their way. At last they were under the tree. ‘Ton’t look up,” was whispered from above. Down came the line. In an Instant it was over Mollie’s shoulders and under her arms, and, almost before she could (eco) EComichbooks