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34 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. “Tt isn’t you, but your daughter I want,” was the cool re- joinder, asa wave of the conflict swept them apart. ‘‘Villain! doubly-dyed villain!” cried young Dutton, dashing through the press on his powerful steed, and aim- ing a fierce blow with his saber. ‘This for the persecutor of Mollie Chapman!” But the renegade evaded the blow and dashed him aside like a feather. “Away, boy, stripling!” he exclaimed with a sneer. ‘Doves are for eagles, not for sparrows!” But his whole demeanor changed when the chances of the confused and hurrying fray brought him close to Big Horn, whom he made no attempt to harm. A. sad, almost imploring expression swept over his stern face. “Big Horn—my mother—my poor, lost mother—for the love of Heaven, where is she?” he gasped, in a broken voice. *Ha, ha, ha! she’s whar well never see her, Robert Scarlet!” ‘‘But I—tell me, who are you to torture me thus? Big Horn—hunter As A mocking laugh was the only response, and a moment later they were shocked apart by two riders—Rocky Moun- - tain Sam and a powerful warrior—bursting between them as they hung, horse to horse, and hand to hand, in a terrific struggle. ‘he Indian’s hold suddenly relaxed as the hunter’s knife sank deep into his breast; and, almost at the same Jnstant, Sam himself reeled back with his horse shot from under him. , Big Horn and several others were also speedily unhorsed and doing their best on foot, while fully one half of the httle band were either slain or sorely wounded. ‘The over- whelming savages were continuing the fight with blood- thirsty energy. It seemed almost certain that the defenders of the ranch would be speedily overwhelmed, when suddenly Rocky Mountain Sam glanced aloft and raised a joyful ery that changed the whole tenor of the contest as if by magic. ‘‘Booglebooby!” he roared, at the top of his voice. At that dread name, nearly every savage turned his gaze aloft with superstitious terror; when down came a shower of fine sand among them, filling their eyes, noses, and ears, and causing them to forget all about fighting in the blinding, smarting pain, (@) “<7? 900KsS (Xe) mn