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204 - - ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. her lover’s breast, and Sam was devouring her with kisses. The shouts and whoops of the savages, which had been heard for some time, now grew more distinct, and they were soon made aware that some of them at least were climbing up through the firs by means of the path which had been hewn out by Big Horn in his decent. ‘““We’ve no reason to be afraid of them,” said the pro- fessor, ‘“but as we have accomplished the great object of our expedition, we might as well go at once. Sam, cast off the | anchor if you please, and ‘eddy, throw out some ballast, were sinking into the tree-tops with our augmented load.” Sam tripped the anchor, and Teddy, in throwing over the sand-bags took care to drop them into the precise spot at which Big Horn had descended, and afterward reappeared. A series of yells and savage imprecations soon told of the result. ‘“‘Ah, bedad! but yell be tired of tray-climbin’ be the toime I git troo wid ye,” cried the Irishman, heaving over bag after bag, which could be heard crashing down through the trees, followed by yells, with now and then a piercing scream, showing that more than one tree-climber was being dashed from his perch to the ground. Ps “Stop, stop!’ almost screamed the professor. ‘‘You’ve got out too much already. Don’t you see that we’re rush- ing up, like arocket. Sam, grab that valve-line. Holy Heaven! in five minutes we'll be torn to pieces among these Chis: Sam grasped the throttle-valve, but it was too late. The next instant, and when the car was perhaps a hundred feet above the tree-tops, the air-ship scraped roughly against a projecting crag, and at last the netting caught securely, and held her there, while the cordage about the neck of the bal- loon also became entangled in some jutting protuberances of the cliff. ‘Thus the balloon was fairly tied to the side of the precipice, and with no prospect of getting her off in a hurry, and even then not without serious, if not fatal damage. “Oh, you blundering; Hibernian villain!’ groaned the professor, almost wringing his hands in the excess of his vexation and alarm. ‘What have you done? A capful of wind would now tear the bag to rags, and send us all into perdition,” com (@) boo cS co