Yellowstone Jack: Trappers of the Enchanted Ground — page 10: what you’re looking at

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ali 8 - ing to meet the eve of a brave, crept up and struck him from behind. other hand, Creeping Panther had not forgotten his red brethren, but had _ brought them a band of stout braves, | whose hearts were red, though their skins were pale, to help to fight their battles. And, too, he had driven before him a rich Waggon-train filled with goods, and attended by plenty of good scalps, to prove that he had not forgotten his red r- r, TELLOWSTON? JACK, On the friends. He had kept the hatchets of the Atoes and Sioux away from them, that the Blackfeet might not be robbed of their pre: The Blackfeet were to have the orses, the mules, the goods, and waggons, all except two poor squaws that he had said must-help to fill his lodge. | This speech was most graciously re- ceived. The Night-Walker pledged him- elf to greet Creeping Panther’s warriors as brothers; together they would despoil the train. And with this understanding the party hastened on up the creek. Nearing camp, Mole gave the signal that all was well, and a minute later the allies were grouped together on the most amicable footing. All except Vernon Campbell. He stood apart, sullen and discontented, his weapons ready for use in case he should be recognized. But he had changed greatly since his captivity, and not one’of the Blackfeet suspected this young stripling of being that dreaded scourge of their race, Pacanne-puck-on- che-lvk, or the Man that drinks blood.” Evidently Mat Mole distrusted the self- control of Vernon, for he bade him set forth and dog the emigrants to their night-camp. As though glad to put temptation behind him, Campbell Jeft the camp. Mole end the Night-Walker quickly arranged their plans, Mole translating the agreement for his followers’ benefit. The Blackfeet were to do the most of the work, which was but natural, since thoy were to have the largest share of the plunder, if not the most valuable. Yhe council was abruptly broken up by the storm, that had long been brewing. Warned by the weatherwise Indians, the adventurers took their horses down the valley to the open ground, and then threw them, securely tying their legs. Shrouded in their blankets, the men crouched down behind their animals’ bodies, and awaited the pouderee, {t came in all its fury—the wind, the . a a us i-4i% Se > S| ‘, irs. a” > RUE iene ise ao gS) | Nar Eve ae saheeth rene 4.44), ¥ us ie Nes Ae bya! ‘ r- : Ri ae ” ‘ dips! . & bs F , . - ? as * & Oe. Oe sleet, the snow, the hail—not even © Night-Walker had ever witnessed such a terrible storm. It seemed as though th end of the world hadcome. Shen r 7 im Re, y + a. © 2) ae ; at, . he a i '* we » Fal ° 4 " 7 CHAPTER Ill y THE SPIRIT OF THE ENCHANTED VALLE! we sain 2.4 Vite Pee wh Shops ( “What ist, boyec?”? wave 66 Sion—Blackfoot, Ireckon.” — = } Kg Gal “ Two sizes; toes p'inted up, to’rds our © cache—no back trail. A blind man could — read it, boyees. These imps may not hev | come hyer lookin’ for us in preticklar, — but they must ’a’ see’d our sign up the — valley, "less they’re plum blind. What — then? Why they'll puckachee a’ter ~ help to come back an’ raise our pelts” =~ “T reckon wed better puckachee,* yy. then,” suggested one. Ee “An’ Jreckon no. We've struck a fat — streak in hyar. A pelt a trap fer a week | runnin’ ain’t to be sneezed at. Then aS shell we puckachee jist beca’se we run — onacouple o’ Injun hufi-marks in the sand? I reckon you're jist a-coddin’,. | Brindle Joe.” Bren! “ Jist es you say, Yallerstone—don’t | matter to me.” ee “Waal, hunker down hyar; the var-_ mints mought sight us afore we got a- good ready. Now, lis’en. You fellers — said you'd Iet me choose our trail on ~ this trip. You see’d that I didn’t lie to - ye ‘bout the fur hyar. You know thar's” plenty more ’round. Now, shell we — stick it out a little longer, or shell we go — an’ tell the brigade of our find? Ef they — come, our sheer ‘ll be smaller, but we'll be strong enough then to langh at the — shee Blackfoot tribe. What shell we — “ Do jist es you say, old man,” promptly — replied Brindle Joe. \ q “1 knowed it. I knowed you wastras | grit, cl’ar to the backbone! Ef you’d’a’ | said defrnnt, Brindle Joc, Ud ‘a’ bin dis- | a’pinted in my old pard. But thar—f — reckon we've got other work than to gass all day, Joe, you an’ Mexy come © —_—_—_——_————————————— rr | — * An Indian term equivalent to beating @ hasty retreat, to “ skedaddle,” ‘‘vamose,” ete. Though derived from the Kickapoo, thisterm — is In general use among both red-akin and sch comicbooks (G