Yellowstone Jack: Trappers of the Enchanted Ground — page 30: what you’re looking at

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a DS _ jilted him some time or another, and he takes this way to get even, I don't know what else he followed you clear from the States for,’ coolly responded _ Mole, with a covert glance. , {Paes “Phere is, there must be some mis- take. Ihave wronged nobody ; you must _ have been seué after—” 3 -™ Your name is Minnie; daughter of old John Warren ?” “Yes, but—” “Nary mistake, then. You're the bird the boss wants.” then?” — me. morning wind. is this man, your master, “Weil, you must know it anyhow, be- fore long, so I guess there’s no harm in baying it’s Gerald Manners.” ‘Impossible ! you are trying to deceive Gerald Manners is a gentleman,” eried Minnie, impulsively. Yes, I reckon he is, after a way. Anyhow, he means to treat you right. The moment you say you'll marry him, you will be free as air to go where you will,” ““T cannot believe that he would stoop to such wickedness, such meanness. 2 But 1f he should, it would avail him little. Is this the way to win the love of a woman-—by—” “here, your voice is sweet and musical, lady, but you raise it too loud for our safety. These rocks have ears ; these hills are full of enemies both to you and me, of cruel, bloodthirsty Indians, who would glory in tearing off that pretty head of hair, or in treating you even worse. We have had talk enough for a time, please let your tongue rest. I should hate to gag a lady, but needs must when the devil drives.” The outlaw abruptly paused and glared keenly around. Was it fancy, or had he indeed heard a low chuckle at his last words? He could see nothing to con- firm the suspicion ; all was still save the And with a curse he thrust back the half-drawn revolver, and strode rapidly forward, holding Minnie firmly by the arm. She also was silent. Something in the bandit’s tone told her that it would be dangerous to cross his will now. Be- sides, the terrible trials that she had that day undergone, had completely broken down her spirit, and she almost uncon- sciously dragged her heavy feet along. Mat Mole seemed ina hurry to reach YELLOWSTONE JACEK. his camp. Better for him had he used more caution, ifhe had cast an occasional Though ’twould — elance behind him. have taken a ficure that dogged their steps. as a shadow the phantom-like form followed them, now almost within arm’s” length, now lingering behind, almost fading away as it seemed. oe But after dogging them thus for nearly two miles, through the hills, the shadow stealthily drew nearer, and then, with a— shrill, eldritch scream, !eaped forward, and dealt the startled outlaw a fearful blow npon his head, felling him like a log. The heavy club was again lifted, and the fiery eyes glared down upon the fallen man, like those of a maddened — beast. The outlaw didnot move. The blow appeared to have been fatal. then the threatening club sank, as the strange being withdrew its foot from the © lifeless form, turning to where Minnie — had sunk to the ground im a swoon on hearing that horrible, unearthly cry. The blood-stained club was lifted threateningly as though about to dash itself upon the maiden’s defenceless head, but then, with a low, indescribable — laugh, the shadow caught Minnie up and glided away. And the moon momen- tarily shone out, revealing the wild figure of the Witch of the LBoiling Springs | CHAPTER IX, THE CRAWL OF THE SERPENTS. WyHTHONISTA quickly grasped Ada ‘AY? by the arm, as she sprang forward =“ to jom Minnie, when-Mat Mole half-drageed, half carried her aay through the darkness. Her struggles for freedom were in vain; firmly, though gently, the Hagle held her captive. Then, with awarning cry, the maiden sank a lifeless weight upon the chief's arm. The Bkackfoot found himself in a keen eye to detect the dark Silently | * 4 i” 4 iv 4 aS ‘ AY ve ce ‘ i. ri - ' % ae : Ve et ; , F rut , “ ; : Ve O Vv d a ‘ . ed 1 ‘ 1 7 “ P) ’ \ , i / ‘ ’ \ - b 4 1 4 . v And — y dilemma, one anything but pleasant, He gently lowered Ada to the ground, and then, while staring at her with puzzled eyes, the LHagle diligently scratched his head, A Blackfoot squaw is not civilized — Even if yr. 7 , G a ' ( ; \* | ee 4 - enough to know how to faint. sho cid understand the fashi-yable oo