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90 ROCKY MOUNTAIN SAM. of the ground; but last night we camped out and had a fine rest for man and. beast near Big Horn’s cabin, among the canons there south of the lake, and here we are. But tell me, my friend,” added the young man, lowering his voice, and taking the old mana little apart, ‘show did poor Mollie seem? ‘They—they have not dared to abuse her?” ‘‘By no means,” replied the professor, cheerily. ‘She appeared a little anxious and care-worn, as you’d naturally expect, but the squaw we captured assured us that she was held in the utmost respect by every one, Firefoot included, and from what I saw I do not doubt that she spoke the truth. Her captor is too much a man of the world to attempt any harsh measures toward her, depend upon it; and like enough relies upon winning her esteem by soft treatment.” Dutten gritted his teeth. : “Oh, curse him—curse the villain!’ he muttered; ‘*but we shall yet meet—I feel it in my bones and blood that we shall yet meet, hand to hand.” ~ ‘Take it more coolly,” said the philosopher, airily. ‘‘I remember that I myself was once a prey to such worldly * passions and animosities; but, bless you! after I had crossed the icy barriers of the great Antarctic Ocean, in the autumn of 1819, I soon és But, fortunately for the love-sick lieutenant, the old gentleman was again interrupted (probably for the five hundredth time in the course of his life) by an outrider gal- loping up with the report that a number of Indians were watching their movements from a distant eminence. ‘What is your plan, by which you in your balloon can best co-operate with us?” said Dutton. ‘‘Better ask Big Horn, who knows more about the In- juns than any one else in these parts,” growled the professor, who was a trifle miffed by-the summary manner in which his story had been snubbed—perhaps he was sanguine enough to suppose that he would one day really get it off to sympathic ears; and Big Horn himself, coming up at this moment, was at once referred to. The redoubtable hunter produced his short stemmed pipe, and while he calmly filled and lighted it, appeared to be turning something over in his mind with even more than his usual deliberation. ‘I'he hull Blackfeet nation’s on the war-path, that’s ae | comichbooks.co