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a death reigned triumphant. _ War-ery rung out at intervals, and even 4 in their madness the Blackfeet. would hs Bk 2 0d-Drinker. Yellowstone » J ack and Brindle Joe ree aght side by side, carving their mark et in bloody, indelible characters upon the b vodies of their foes. a fe, And yet there was one who surpassed the em 1 al in aets of daring, strength, and Me madness seemed to have returned with _ the sounds of battle, and he plunged into the melée with a frantic delight that 7 se ad vent in hoarse, roaring shouts. His t 3 pape 1 Was an iron crowbar that he had cked ap from where it had been used to roll ovr stones to strengthen the barri- pace.) ¥ This he wielded with as much se as though it had been a reed. He a: pag had need to repeat a blow. _ Wherever the iron descended, death fol- lowed. Heads were shattered like i zourds, limbs were crushed to atoms, and nf a sodies mangled beyond recognition. ‘Two ee eae already quivered feather deep in _hisforoad chest. Blood streamed from a = other wounds: Yet no savage ste seemed strong enough to touch his hid ca thus the furious death-grapple un ia for full half-an-hour; but bravely, e termbly outnumbered. Already peaks were fearfully thinned, while two savages seemed to spring forward to _ take the place of every dead brave. The | vend was near. They must soon yield to _ the overpowering force that hemmed . them i Inu STEENPEY sicle. lL i _ But hark! that sound—what means we i « Hapeu: fer Hoosier!” yelled Yellow- _ stone Jack, in wild delight. “ Sock it Kho’ em, boys ; hyar comes the Brigade.” 2S sf above the din of the death-grapple, there _ came the clear, ringing cheer that only hi Viahite throats can utter, as the Trapping é Hike under. gallant Ji im Bridger, | m - rushed to the rescue. From a fight, the affair changed to a Ne ‘Massacre. That night was a b ack one in the annals of the Indians. The he Soe off bide an old score, To te -GATnnniNa TRE TERUADS. , ink back from the terrible, dreaded ibs do Taee is was the giant, Jethro Cowles. His © desperately as the emigrants fought, they" And, far abate the thunder of hoofs, | mother and father. distant destination. new-found sister’s sake, the young scout went wolfin’! ite It was full daylight before the party. of trappers all returned from their pursuit of the Indians. And nota cs among them all but bore at least Ope bloody trophy. : Yet, alas, all was not joy! dozen white bodies were placed in a ghastly row, awaitin B burial, - CHAPTER XXI. GATHERING THE THREADS: rest of the dead were emig iorants, They were buried close to the spot where they feli, in the shadow of the great rock. Yellowstone Jack had diekichediee duce the Brigade to come to the assist- ance of the emigrants. Lest he should not think it proper to excite hopes that no person of what he had done. | The trappers, under Jim Bridger, regular trail, as their trapping season was nearly ‘ended anyhow. And by early dawn of the next day they were en in easy litters. Kittie, between whom and Minnie there had sprung up an ardent friencd- Over a fer Hoosier to see if he could find and in- ~ fail in fndmg them im time, Jack id might never be realized, and so hadtold | agreed to see the train safe back to the - route, Ada and Maynard being conveyed — ship, decided to cast her lot with the maiden whom she had rescued from the insane fury of the weird woman. That evening, when they encamped, Campbell was told of the words spoken by the weird woman, and after some time, by questioning Kittie concerning the past, he became convinced that she was indeed his long-lost sister, whom he thought dead—massacred with his It was an affecting scene. John Warren, who had so much cause for feeling grateful toward the young man, despite the fact that he had fir st been allied with the enemy, made Camp- bell a generous offer 1i he would cox- tinue with them, at least as far as their And, if only for his EOMMIKE OOO! KSaCo) (S im e non Campbell eae like a lion, and | use their own ~ phraze, ~ hatr jest more'n cs erever his tall, lithe figure passed, there see His wild SfETARO COWLES had fallen; the _ 2 ' - mS. - , 2%, . a