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Bae . oe <a ay ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. nie 37 in white, which no one of the party could doubt was the in- sensible form of Miss Chapman. He seemed to gaze leisurely at his 2nemies for a moment, and then, waving his hand, rode away and disappeared over the ridge. , Lhe unhappy father was for the moment almost paralyzed | with mingled grief and rage. Then burst forth his fury, like a tornado. , ‘Away! after him! after him!” he yelled. ‘The villain! the cunning villain! We just left the door right open for his sneaking purpose. After him, I say! By the Eternal But the pressure of a strong hand upon his arm caused him to turn, and the reproving gaze of Brg Horn com- pelled him to quell his puerile rage. ‘‘Colonel,” said the old hunter, ‘‘don’t bust yer biler. Keep on yer boots an’ breeches, an’ listen to common sense. That ere hoss as Firefoot’s on is a pure Pawnee flyer, as hain’t got his ekal in this ere Territory.” “Great Heaven! Big Horn, what shall I do?” ‘‘Jist wait—that’s all. Give us timefur to rest an’ think, | an’ then leave the hull thing to Sam.an’ me, an’ that old critter with the gas-bag. Just, come to the house an’ larn the news.” ‘““My horse, at any rate, may equal the renegade’s in speed,” said Lieutenant Dutton, whose rage and grief almost equaled the colonel’s though he was not so demon- strative about it. ‘‘Here goes, anyway.” And he dashed off on his superb but jaded animal at the top of his speed. “He'll be back in half an hour, altogether bunged up,” said Sam. ‘‘Come, colonel. Big Horn ismght. Let’s go tothe ranch and learn the news. See; there’s old Max motioning to us from his balloon. Depend upon it, he sees everything up there, and will be able to put us on the right scent when the time comes. ” The White Hermit, whose balloon was anchored about two hundred feet from the ground, was leaning over the edge of the car, signing them to go to the ranch, in which he was imitated by his stock-headed subordinate, Teddy, in the most extravagant manner. When they got to the house they found the several ser- vants—all of them Indian squaws—moaning and tearing their hair, and Miss Yearning in apparent hysterics; while GComicboo (elo)