Yellowstone Jack: Trappers of the Enchanted Ground — page 18: what you’re looking at

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~ already fatally injured, what would be | neck, and hands with ites His peen ar, YELLOWSTONE JACKE. ; : ¢ -, e~t¢ _2 - ‘all f U . , : . at “ pa ~~ - s+ , * . r ; > ; » _ ‘ ie ¥ 4 , F ™ ' “ . . ‘ ya Pr . f ¥ a” Dey 6 / ay Sy se we AR. the result? He would shoot you down ; sallow comploxion was darkened alme st from ambush and scalp you, as a reward.” “He does not look like 2 bad man—see ! he seems to understand our words—” “ Hark ! what is that ?” The rattle of firearms; the shrill whoops of Indians, mingled with the ~ hoarser shouts of white men; such were the thrilling sonnds that came to the ears of the little party. * Hooh! Blackfeet—pale-faces! You help me—I save you,” suddenly uttered _ the savage, in imperfect English. CHAPTER VY, SN OLD FEUD REVIVED. : @xyWIN G to the formation of the hills e) % sirrounding the valley in which the “~~ outlaws—for such in truth they may be termed—led by Mat Mole had pitched their camp, they felt the force of the pouderce much less than the emigrants. Indeed, after the first furious blast, the men arose and watched the tornado pass- ing iar above their heads, sweeping the hill-erests clean, tearing huge trees up by the roots, twisting tke sturdy trunks asunder, hurling them hither and thither _ hike jackstraws. But the terrible hail- storm speedily drove them to cover again, while it lasted. Mat Mole crouched behind a jutting point of rock that securely sheltered him. His brow was clouded ; something more than the storm was troubling him. ‘The few audible words that dropped from his lips proved this, ‘‘{ was a fool not to think of that be- fore, and now it may be too late; the chief will not be held back long, after what 1 told him. If I could only—and why not? Mat Mole does not look much like Gerald Manners, the eyes of love itself couldn't see the likeness! And ll find no such eyes there—at least, eyes that sparkle for me. Then—I’ve not for- gotten my old tricks. Ican doit. I will do it!” Mat Mole left his covert and crept to- ward ths spot where his horse-equipage had been secured, and then, carrying a stout skin-pouch, he returned. Pouring a few drops of a thick fluid from an an- telops horn bottle, he rubbed his face, : * . gon before any one paid any atte to the hue of an Indian. Bits of quills, — wrapped with cotton, were thrust intc 4 his nostrils. Mat Mole chuckled grimly as he peered into the bit of scratcl od mirrorhe heldinlishand. = it a peculiar nasal twang, far from plea sant. ~ oa Ronee (0 is Mat Mole | a f spoke a few words to Night~ walker, and then gave his lieutenar . Van Tobin, certain directions, after which — he picked up his rifle, and facing | the. storm, soon disappeared from the curiot 8 gaze of his men, oo Si ee An hour later he was threading the pass through which the emi 1 had toiled earlier in the day. Fortu-) nately for him the jouderee had spent its’ first force, or he could never have made headway against it. Pom ‘The sound of excited voices came_ ie his ears, and a minute later the confused waggon-train loomed up through th 2 driving snow. He could distinguish” human figures staggering to and fro,” struggling to keep their feet against the furious windstorm. ae “Hello, thar, you fellers!” shouted Mole, bu’ the howling tempest drove the sound of his voice back. . ty a The outlaw gained the hindmost wag- x. wren. nition, a. 4 yy oe ie © d t Kven then no words were addresse —only a brief stare of surprise, = The emigrants were just vering” from the shock. Their first thought was o the wildly-struggling, moaning, terrified ” animals, Twisted and entangled in the hars ness, the creatures were perfectly helpless As though desirous of making a favour. able impression, Mat Mole lent a hand working as faithfully as though his own” property was concerned. Only once he- stopped to hiss a few words into the ear - of Chris Camp. The traitor-guide stared in open-mouthed amazement, but a pecus liar gesture checked the exclamation that trembled upon his tongue, and he bent once more to his work, though his bronzed cheek was a shade paler thar before. : ee > The arimals were freed and led behind the waggons that still stood upright. Two of them had broken limbs, and were put out of their misery. Mazy of the oth on were lamed. The overturned wagyot was prised up far famigt: tray tareela yy - ‘ im : ¥