Yellowstone Jack: Trappers of the Enchanted Ground — page 34: what you’re looking at

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os berder seni by keeping securely covered while rapidly nearing the foe. His comrades were nowise loth, and kept close at Yellowstone’s heels. Not _ five minutes were used in getting within range, and then the four trappers each selected his prey. Then, mingling their peculiar war-cries with the still reverberat- ing echoes, the hunters charged. _ This attack in the rear threw the _Indians into momentary confusion, and _ almost before they could realize the truth _the trappers were in their midst, rapidly _ emptying their revolvers, leaving a trail of blood behind them. Nor were the _ whites much less astonished, ‘hey stared at the daring men, forgetting to use their Weapons. “Sock it to ’em, lads!’ yelled Yellow- stone, laughing shrilly and tossing his long hair back as an arrow tore through the ‘tangled locks, grazing the skin of his ~ cheek, “Thar’s Fatty Smith to pay fer, it!” “Me, toc—Jack, the varmints hes thiowed me!” gasped. Gila Hank, the levelled pistol falling from his hand, as he reeled back, a feathered shaft quivering ‘deep in his chest. Yellowstone Jack caught the dying man upon his left arm, and with a snarling ery, sent a revolver bullet through the throat of the Indian who had sped the fatal arrow. “Don’t let ’em git my skerp,” faintly breathed the dying trapper, his eyes closing, the blood gushing from his lips. “ They must take mine fust! Brindle ——Hoosier—hyar they come! Stan’ fast; —sock it to ’em !” The Blackfeet, seeing the fall of one of the daredevils, seemed to forget their first foes, and with exultant yells rushed upon the three men, seemingly bent upon crushing them to the ground with the mere weight of numbers. The defiant yell of the trappers replied. Standing around the stricken man, they met the assault bravely. Mingled with the revolver reports, came a sharper, louder detonation, and a tall brave who was levelling a blow at Yellow- stone Jack fell back dead. A loud, fierce shout drowned all other sounds, and a tall, lithe figure leaped into the very midst of the Indians. One hand plied a long, heavy knife, the other clasped a revolver, whose every report seuuded the death- knell ofan enemy, - x) - * ¥ » ws J a 3 & ; vi $ s r.* 4 —— - “a . i. st. + ahd aa At a > a >= — , a - ; “ ‘ 7 7 a P “# . 7rT ’ A : . 2 a) - va aed | J : Le. \ ‘ YELLOWSTONE JACK, e : 7 F ' ® [v i | ‘ 7 hy ’ 7. A dread fear seemed to paralyze the | Indians fora moment. Then they broke © and fied, with cries of dismay, mS * with a name that had often caused terro oY to Blackfeet hearts of late years. pe we al “ Pacanne-puck-on-che-luk : NG But they were not to escape so easy. The emigrants had, by this time, re- covered from their double surprise, andas the savages broke, they were met upon every side. Fora few minutes if was a massacre. Then half-a-dozen of the Blackfeet succeeded in cutting their way — through, and gaining their animals, fled ~ with the speed of despair. _ ae Vernon Campbell quietly reloaded his weapons, and then picking out the braves — who had fallen beneath his hand, he © stripped them of the prized trophy. = Yellowstone Jack, after trying im vain to discover some traces of ifein the body — of his fallen comrade, strode up to the © young scout with extended hand. ht “Put it thar, boss! You're a hull — train, wi’ a yaller dog under the waggon to boot! From the very way you put in — the double licks, I don’t wonder, at the ~ varmints mistook ‘you fer the Blood- — Drinker.” % eth “ They call me that, sometimes,” wasthe — quiet reply. me “You ain’t—thunder! a young feller ‘ q like you—” ay ‘““T am old enough to have won that — name from my enemies, and I am proud — of it, too, since it shows that I have drank deep of the vengeance I swore to take for my murdered kindred.” phe . The three trappers looked at the young ~ man with feelings somewhat akin to awe. | John Warren approached and started to thank the men who had come so oppor | tunely to his assistance.. Campbell abruptly checked him. yi “Spare your thanks, sir, I did not © attack those curs through any friendship | for you. Indeed, if, as I believe, you © belong to the waggon-train that passed — over this trail to-day, I have been aiding — your worst enemies ever since you leftthe — settlements.” ; “My enemies—and yet—” Warren. ; a “T don’t mean Indians; it is because the party I was with has made allies of | the Blackfeet, that I tell you this muck. — Ihatethem. My whole life is devoted to — eT CU) ULES nn ee ns =? TS eee a eee eee ee eee ~ t stammered — “ - pare | Riise * Literally, ‘The Man who Drinks Blood. GOMIIGNOOKS COIr r ear . \