Yellowstone Jack: Trappers of the Enchanted Ground — page 35: what you’re looking at

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. 4 a * pm is AS ee we meet. | But let i He eg will be upon you to-night. i | Your only chance is to corral -waggons and fight them to the last, unless PN you wish to abandon all but your horses, i < nd trust in their speed to carry: you m y4Ke beyond pursuit.” oy “From the settlements—then who are ; these enemies ? You have told me too pos auch, young man, not to say more,” added ie aL ‘arren, suspiciously, bee Bah! how can you make me tell more aS than Ty wish to admit of my own free will ? oy Doy you think I feardeath? Don’t try to K Aue Btls lower: me, rough-shod, stranger, or vy ou'll get burt,’ ” sneered Campbell, . a sty e're losin’ time, boss,” put in Chris ae Cam , uneasily. “The wimmen may be in in danger.” i “You are looking for two ladies and a v7 : ‘ ys ung man : 2”? abruptly demanded Camp- n oS yell of the emigrant. | nti Wes, my daughter and | nieces They Ve a ite run away with—” “They are safe enough, old man, though they had a narrow escape. Wait os fee you can ask questions afterward. I tell a a Ou they are sateenough. If you answer ie Vi ny questions freely, then Pll tell you ta) seimething that may be of use to you. named Mat Mole; middle-sized, black a hair, eyes, and beard, hook-nose, rather zs PF estlcnkng, ‘about forty years old ?” | i 4 " . oN o, 1 don’t recognize the description.” hey eee Yon have a brother in California, who wrote for you to come out there and j join him in business ?”” fag’ ie _ Yes, but how could you know this? : y, i wis Me Sey do ae it. ‘That's enough. Listen ii ed and mark what I tell you. This i Mole is your deadly enemy. He has _ followed you from Omaha, with a band of bi Seog I acted as their guide, ROG. Decause { knew we would see something ot the Blackfeet. We have driven you rom the right trail, by false signs, which ip were read to you, as we intended, by a - man Mole has in your camp. To-day ha Mole was joined by a band of Blackfeet ; he that’s why I have deserted him. To-night Wy: they) mean to attack you. You will find > all your spare ammunition destroyed. That is to be the work of Mole’s man, "your false guide, who calls himselfi—” “asy thar, old man. You're wuss na Coppa fer he a his tail afore he 7 F « ey ‘th 4 oe You are in.danger. The _ First, do you know anything of a man 9H ‘LOST ‘TRAIL, your: < s AR ite =. strikes ! {fr yelled Yellowstone Jack, and a man was hurled headlong at the young | scout’s feet, along knife flying before thes * quivering form. % # Brindle—Hoosier—close up! He saved our bacon. Ef these chaps mean _ to bounce “im, they must take us fust! — Sock it to ’em!” added Jack, springing before Campbell, with drawn weapons, ac promptly backed up by his comrades. The emigrants started back and drew their weapons. For a moment there — seemed a fair prospect for another duel to — = the death, cnly between those of thesame re! colour. cn gee “What do you mean?” demanded | ee Warren, of Jack. eae “What ’d ke mean ee tryin’ to stick the Z young fellow here? From behind, HgOes. the pizen snake!” — 3 ‘Tt is true,’ observed Russel. ib all.” : “ Wait,” uttered Carapbell. This: man eS: must be the guide I spoke of. None other — could have any motive for stopping my - tongue. If so, his name is Chris Camp.” | “That is his name; but he cameto us _ well recommended.” | “ Wxactly so; from Mole, who signed himself Captain Luke Herding, U.S.A.” — sneered the young scout. “ But, there, ‘ Be have warned you; heed 1t or not, as you please. You will find your friends either on their way to your waggons, or at the — head of theupper pass. Ileftthemthere — two hours since. Your horses and waggon, though, are ab he. bettom of Chetish canon: * You will pau us there ? ou— “T work for revenge, not pay. These hunters can guide you. Good-bye, now,” and Campbell strode rapidly away. : “For little I’d stop him,” muttered — Warren, doubtingly. “T don’t half like his story.” ee? “You must walk overme an’my pards, — then, boss,” quietly returned Jack, ‘He saved our ha’r, an’ shell hey far — ~ * > - _— - a ie - ig Loe a I saw <5 a4 I will pay : ° "* ~ ' Hes co? play, ef it costsalawsuit, Ireckonyou’d — better look to that snake yender. f hit. him chug, but his head’s harder ’n a nigger's.’ | Chris Camp had partially recovered from the heavy blow dealt by Yellowstone Jack’s iron fist, and hurriedly secured the knife that had fallen from his grasp. It was this movement that drew forth the trapper’s exclamation. GC 2, (E@) S AMMICLOO@ com —,