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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. : 205 ‘‘Purfissor, ye towld me to hayve out the ballasht,” mut- tered ‘Teddy, shaking his head, doggedly. ‘“‘He didn’t tell you to heave out all there was, you in- fernal ass!” cried Sam, who was no more in love with the prospect than was old Max. ‘‘Why didn’t you throw out the stove an’ the water-kegs, an’ the shootin -irons, an’ every thing else?” 7 Big Horn approached him with a heavy step and ominous mien. ‘‘Purfessor,” he said, in a hoarse side-whisper, ‘‘shall J bounce him?” | And by a motion of his head and thumb together he in- dicated the realms of space on the outside of the car. Mr. McGuire was a brave fellow, but he fairly quailed and cowered under the weight of the concentrated oppro- brium which seemed suddenly to have gathered upon his luckless head. “No, no; don’t be foolish,” said the old man. ‘‘Let me just sit down a few moments and try to devise some way out of this; and don’t let the ladies know the extent of the danger.” ‘The redskins perceive our quandary,” said Sam, looking over the side. ‘‘They have cleared away the tree-tops where you went down, Big Horn, and there’s half a dozen of them up there lookingat us. But of course we're out of their reach, and they can do us no harm now.” ‘How could they!’”’ said old Max. ‘Divil a bit,” said McGuire. Big Horn alone maintained an ominous silenze. Presently he said in a low voice, so that only the men could hear him: - ©Thar’s only one way they could do us hurt, I hope as how they won’t think of that ere way.” ‘What do you mean?” whispered the professor, coming closer to him. | ‘“Wait an’ see,” was the curt reply. The professor looked up blankly at the face of the cliff, against which they were fastened. There seemed no way of getting free. A squirrel could not have climbed the face of the cliff, and the place in the side of the gas-bag where the netting had first caught was fully forty feet avove their heads. He was gloomily speculating, when suddenly he said, sniffing the air at the same time: ‘What is it in the air? It smells devilishly like smoke,” . (ele) c | rs Ceoyaniicel exe vey <s