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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. | 39 The hunters took advantage of their confusion by reload- ing their rifles and pouring a hot volley among them. But, so great was the disparity of numbers that even this ad- vantage would have been of a transient nature, had not. at this moment the great balloon of Mad Max, with a terrible flapping of cloth and snapping of cordage, come plunging and surging down, the basket—with Max and his assistant, T'eddy, in 1t—sweeping over the ground this way and that, and leveling every one and every thing with which it came in contact. Ue ‘‘Booglebooby! Booglebooby!” yelled the Indians in dis- may; some of them casting themselves upon their faces, others fleeing, and still others conquering their superstitious terrors, and keeping up the fight. | But it was of short duration. While the White Hermit, who under other circumstances would have cut a decidedly comic figure in his comical hat and snowy robe, stood erect with his arms folded, and looking upon the scene with the utmost stoicism, his Irish follower was leaning over the edge of the car, wielding a short crowbar shillelah fashion, with which he was knocking the warriors right and left. The hunters now gathered themselves together en masse, and with this powerful auxiliary, for a support, made a final and terrible charge. | “Booglebooby!” roared the redskins, and all the efforts of their leader to stay their panic-stricken flight was in vain, ‘‘After them! Give chase!” cried the colonel; and not only did those who had been engaged in the actual conflict obey the order, but the few servants who had been posted in- side the house to take care of its inmates also rushed out, and joined in the helter-skelter chase. The pursuit was kept up for half an hour, to the very brink of the river, which most of the fugitives managed to swim with their ponies; but of the hundred and upward that took part in the fray, more than fifty redskins were left upon the field. “Good enough! good enough!’ commented Colonel Chap- man, wiping the perspiration from his brow. ‘‘But what would we have done without the aid of that bully old lunatic with his balloon? Eh, Sam?” «Tt would a been a derned tight fit,” said our hero, who was tightening the girths of the pony he had just captured, preparatory to mounting him. : Gomichboo (ele) m