Rocky Mountain Sam — page 47: what you’re looking at

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38 ; ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. little bright-eyed Fayaway, the only one in possession of her - senses and courage, was sitting rather disconsolately in the middle of the fioor, with the blood still trickling from a cut on the forehead. | When Miss Yearning had been brought to and induced © to give an account of the affair, it was generally under- stood that soon after the white men had taken up the pur- suit of the panic-stricken foe, Firefoot—who had _ probably concealed himself purposely as soon as the flight of his fol- lowers became inevitable—entered the house, armed to the teeth, and announced to the terrified Mollie that she must consider herself his captive. The Indian servants had left their mistress unprotected and flown to the extreme corner of the corral in terror, and Miss Yearning had wept and pleaded for her niece in vain, ‘and then gone into a faint—according to her own account. But it was evident that the only one who had ventured to stand between the young lady and her captor was little Fayaway, who had been brutally stricken down and ren- dered temporarily senseless, only to recover to find that Mollie had been carried off, “The leetle gal’s a brick!” growled Big Horn, passing out of the house to help carry in the wounded; while Sam was at Fayaway’s side in amoment, kissing her tenderly, and soothing her as fond lovers know best how, apparently much tothe annoyance of Miss Yearning, who had ere this ex- perienced a tender sentiment for the handsome young hunter. | “Well, thank Heaven, Mollie’s a spirited girl, and able to take care of herself till we effect a rescue, and it’s no use squealing over burnt cakes,” said the colonel, earnestly striving to take matters coolly. ‘‘The first thing to do at any rate, isto look after these poor, wounded fellows.” He passed out to superintend the care of the wounded, who were being conveyed into another and larger room of the large and irregular building. In about one hour Lieutenant Dutton came back with - his horse gone dead lame, and a most rueful expression of countenance. But he took example from the old colonel’s fortitude, and worked along with the others as cheerfully as he could. About the same time the White Hermit drew and made — comicbooks . a x Jn 5 Oe ee 7 7 @) co