Yellowstone Jack: Trappers of the Enchanted Ground — page 46: what you’re looking at

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_ Satyr. face. 44 glare. The thin lips were parted in broad grin, revealing the broken, Seas iaindd fangs that served for teeth. A blood-red patch filled tho middle of his It was where the nose had been, ‘Either disease or the weapon of some _ foeman had robbed the savage of this “useful feature. - Little wonder that Ada shrank back with a cry oi terror and disgust. It was Beauty and the Beast---Day rand Night— Imnocence and Guilt——Hyperion and In that moment of horror, the maiden _ recalled the words of Pethonista, and - she knew that she had fallen into the ruthless hands of the Night-walker. The chief chuckled with glee as he saw on Ada lift her head. She had lain so long without motion that he began to Soar oie would never awaken tc: life. He _ uttered a few rapid sentences in his own _ tongue, but as Ada only stared at. him in mute terror, he added, in detestable English : “Squaw open eye—dat good. Squaw no right sleep when chief want talk. Dat right-—-open ear-—lis’en now to what chief he tell. “Chief Neepaughwheese, what you call Night-walker. Gov plenty big voice —-what say, dat mus’ be. Blackfoot nation lis’en sharp when Night-walker talk. If tell braves go hunt scalp—dey tek de war-path. He say kill—tel pris- oner, it jest so. Hesay make fire—burn, prisner roast quick. If tell squaw-—go to dis lodge-—cook dat brave’s meat, she co plenty fast. Dat what it mean to be chief. You un’stan’P” Ada managed to utter a faint negative, as she saw the grim chief expecting an answer. “You big fool, den,” the Blackfoot ; then, as if unable longer to restrain his evil passions, he added, rapidly, in a tone that could not be mis- taken: “Dis what Night-walker mean. You nice gal—mek chief good squaw. You’ people all killed—got no fadder no mudder. Den Night-walker can’t go’ hang presents by lodge door. See! hang knife on dis rock—dat de lodge. You tek dat down, give it back to chief, den we married quick. Dat what me mean.’ As he uttered these words, Neepaugh- wheese drew the scalping-knife Srsnk is belt and thrust 1t in a crevice beside Ada, then stepped back with folded ' YELLOWSTONE JACK. anerily replied we Nt ~ * | he ‘arms, complacently eyeing her trembling r oh ficure with his one orb. vy The maiden hesitated only a moment, % a then grasped the weapon, standing with ; her back against the rock wall. “Back!” she cried, as the ohite exe tended a hand with a guttural axel tion of satisfaction, evidently nebeniay ‘ this action an acceptance of his ru os +) suit. “Back, Isay! My arm is strong x enough to drive this knife to your heart; and I will, if you darelay a hand upon me ! '»? The chief’s extended hand slowly ‘We 4 dropped to his side. His one eye was | 4 fixed admiringly upon the defiant maiden, | If he had coveted her before, she was ry doubly precious in his eyo now, andhe =~ smiled with grim satisfaction at — the strength of her spirit. i “ Wagh ! the snow-face wears the heart hy of a Blackfoot warrior beneath the face A i ofasquaw. It is well—be fitting mate ‘1 ;, for Neepaughwheeso and shall become the mother of great and wise chiofs, hy Neepaughwheese is-—” “A coyote that is very brave when he sees nothing but a rabbit, but who runs to his hole, trembling with fear when the shadow of a brave crosses his trail, iN added a clear distinct voice, contemptu- i ously. Night-walker turned abruptly, his scarred features rendered still more hideous by the scowl of rage that con-— vulsed them. The angry exclamation that trembled upon his lips was changed to one of surprise as he recognized the bold intruder who had so audaciously — concluded the speech he began. | ‘Pethonista!” he uttered, flashing forth his hatchet. “Save me, Hagle; save me from that fearful man!” gasped Ada, her new- born courage deserting her as she recog- nized the Indian chief. % “Squaw have Hagle’s pledge—he save _ her,” was the quiet reply. 7 “She is my captive. What right have — you to come between us!” haughtily demanded Neepaughwheese. “She was mine first; you stole her away from where I placed her while I helped fight the palefacos. My right is better than yours,” coolly replied Petho- nista, “The Eagle is only a crow, and talks. words that have no senso in them. Let fi him fly away to his 5 Own nest, or J y 4 ‘y 5 .