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ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. 65 Fayawaf gaye a little scream and sprang behind her lover for protection, while even the imperturbable old balloonist dropped a little behind, pistol in hand. Sam, as cool as a cucumber, had his breech-loader recharged in an instant, ready to meet the threatened onset of the she panther; but before he could bring it fairly to his shoulder, the panther that he had first wounded, and which proved to be the mate of the other, sprang out of the thicket and also made at ~ him, though limping badly, and with the blood trickling -from a ragged wound in the flank. But, as this one seemed to be the least disabled of the two, Sam let him*have the other bullet in the breast, and then, clubbing his rifle—he had no time to draw his knife or revolver—met the charge of the other. “Finish that he one!’ he sung out, seeing by aside glance that the male panther was only more desperately wounded and: still dangerous. ‘‘I’ll take care of the old | girl.” The professor advanced as near as he dared, and began pouring into the wounded brute’shot after shot from his ‘revolver, while Fayaway, scooping up handfuls of the white alkaline deposits, hurled them in his eyes. The panther speedily succumbed under this combined attack. When his assailants were at liberty to turn their attention elsewhere, they saw the female panther slowly retreating, tail foremost, toward the volcano, while Sam was raining blow after blow upon her angry face with the heavy butt of his rifle. The cubs, scarcely old enough to risk an attack, and yet profoundly affected at witnessing-the vigorous pun- ishment their mother was receiving, whined piteously, and ‘ran in and out between the hunter’s legs, endeavoring to trip him from his foothold. ‘Knock over them cubs!” bawled Sam. ‘‘Knock ‘em over, an’ in three minutes Ill force the old gal right into the volcaner.” } | The professor at once picked upa huge stone and knocked one of the cubs senseless with it; and, Favaway having blinded the other in the same way she had served thedtather, it was also speedily reduced to helplessness. In the meantime, Sam had crowded the mother so near to the mud voleano that some of its unclean volume was be- ginning to fall and splatier all around them. At last, gath- Bp aieatgy oe? CAC aah | A comicboo!l SS) (ele)