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so ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM.” and let the redskins have their contents in rapid succession, while the professor was doing noble duty with his revolver; and half a dozen saddles were emptied at the very outset. Then Sam handed the girl his revolver, and seizing his faithful breech-loader, kept up the deadly fire almost with- out interruption, while the White Hermit having ex- hausted the chambers of his revolver, grabbed the crowbar, and, leaning out, dealt about him with a vigor that one would hardly have supposed his shrunken arms capable of. The Indians were at first taken so completely by surprise and superstitious fear that they offered but feeble resist- ance, and a number of them spurred away from the spot at the top of their speed; but Firefoot now rushed among them, pistol and knife in either hand. “(Cowards!” he shouted, ‘‘willyou be vanquished by two men and a squaw?” He aimed a shot at Sam as he spoke, but a sudden flurry of the balloon saved our hero’s life, and the next instant the edge of the swinging car struck the renegade along- side the head, almost knocking him from the saddle. But his fearless example had not been lost upon his fol- lowers. Bullets and arrows began to hiss and buzz around the heads of the devoted trio; the balloon was pierced 1n more places than one, and in a moment a dozen pairs of dusky _ hands seized hold of the side of the car and dragged it down almost to the grounds “Hands off!’ shouted Sam, grasping a hatchet, and be- ginning to lop off the hands at the wrists like so many radishes, in which he was speedily imitated by Fayaway, whose warrior blood was fully aroused, and with her long hair loosened in the wind appeared like a beautiful fury, while old Max still laid about him with his crowbar with telling effect. _ The mighty balloon tossed and surged about. overhead, snapping its cordage, and tugging and straining to be free. At this moment Firefoot, who had recovered from the blow he had received, spurred through the press, knife in hand, and with a grin of anticipative triumph upon his rugged features. It was only too evident that he intended to sever the ropes between the car and the neck of the bal- joon and thus have the occupants of the former at his mercy; but the White Hermit had divined his diabolical intention, cComicbooks co