Yellowstone Jack: Trappers of the Enchanted Ground — page 11: what you’re looking at

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ee: ae aaa a ‘SPIRIT oF nere ENCHANTED VALLEY, Sie? = iSs bes Hoos se, you an’ ' Hecly* Hank |sion. of human feet, save those of tho 4 ea AG Marg ef a red ¢ comes down this | unfortunate trapper, though the pede “yar , Save | ‘im ‘ithout_ burnin’ powder, ef | layin open ground, a score ormore yards | ft Dossel ble, but save ’ wn dead to rights. from the water, Could a warrior havo _ 3 Tae Inde rstand ROX re ye! ‘passed over that sward of soft young — fr Yellowstone Tack * and: his paieades Sat without leaving a trail? Yet those glided — rapidly but. _stealthily — up the} keen-eyed men, their perception sharp-— ya lley, acne their two friends in am~ ened by a burning thirst for iS om if Back behind them. could discover nothing, 23 Th These men, with one other. who had | Still they continued their rounds, but 3 - boon » found, arrow-pierced and scalnless, kak rendezyoused at a given point — on his “ ‘run, ” three days before, had | before venturing into the valley where Fa ned the bri ade under command of | they made their heac-quarters, lest an. | ee e veteran, tO id Jim Bridger,” for the | ambush should have been laid there to | ts Spr ng hunt. * — Yellowstone Jack, a! cut them off one by one as they returned — prime hand,” despite his youth, had | from visiting their traps. g rined leave "to take a few comrades} Yellowstone Jack peered cautiously — a eae to visit a secret preserve of his | from his covert behind the point of rocks * | A ees eranted this request the | that barred from view the upper end of — PA e en that he knew the Indians, | the romantic little valley, or ewl-de-sac, va fe ~ into whose coutiey they had penetrated, | to speak more correctly, that served as— Ep i were most likely fully engaged with their | their retreat. A deadly fire kindledin og menting further ‘south-east. - ‘Until this | his blue eyes as he axa wrthdr ew his - ew _ “mea “making” was cpmpleted, they | head. , nz ae would have little time for aught else. { “The varmints is ‘sneakin’ eee this = ‘The little party met with extraordinary way—ready, boyees!” he whispered ,lraw- Oo success. Scarce a trap was set that did | ing the stout-bladed butcher-knifo from not nightly contain a beaver or an otter. | his belt, and preparing fora forward leap. C3 “And 1 though ‘spring: furs, being lighter, Only afew yards off two cuslcy,s shining- ~ * =i are: less’ in price than the winter pelts, | skinned forms glided crouchingly along — te Io adventurers were in high glee as | through the scattered shrubbery. They ae hey. calculated the profits of the trip. | were Indians—the same, beyond a doubt, ne ae many pleasures, what glorious | who had made the trail that pales EY one drunks, how many nights of delirious! Brindle Joe detected. at: ‘aming ‘could be had with their earnings! | ‘Lhe trappers had only one though b, pa Yet all was not serene. There was} Vengeance for their murdered comrade _ something about them that they could | was within. their grasp. It was enough ~~ not understand. During the past two that these intruders were red-men. They a i ‘they had caught occasional | could not be friends. =e _ glimpses of a woman—of what appeared | ‘‘Sock it to’em, boys! !” cried Yellow- ~ to be a marvellously beautiful and grace- | stone Jack, as he leaped upon the fore- ful girl. But could a human being ap- most-savage with the unerring aim of a he. pear and yanish so abruptly, so mysteri-| lurking carcajou who for hours has ss ously? Was it not—and those bold | patiently watched for the unconscious - hearts, who would have faced scores of | victim to pass beneath its perch. _ bloodthirsty enemies without flinching a} There was little or no struggle. Quick i hair’ s-breadth, drew closer tegether us and deadly — as the lightning’ S flash, © t they read the same suspicion in each | Yellowstone buried his knife haft-deep ither’s eyes—vwas it not rather a spirit ? | in the savage’s heaving chest, and then — Nae A trapper is nothing pak not superstiti- | bore him heavily backward, stifing i in his ous, Cee throat the convulsive death-shriek that (hen came the eee of their com- | otherwise would have rung out in all its le, He had been shot with an arrow, | fierce agony. Then, -with one horrible Bite sealed. But the fatal weapon had shudder, the rigid limbs relaxed. The | a ae carefully removed from the wound. | spirit of the red-man had fled. _ The banks of the stream bore no ete: “ Whoo-oop!” uttered Yellowstone, hs } DRAIN op |}but in a subdued tone, as ho turned om ss Healy’ x bye the maoun- around just in time to see Brindle Joe taincerg arise from the corpse of his sutagonist, ~“ ~ 4 ie ae te ae pen 6 78 We | Comichooks:com