Yellowstone Jack: Trappers of the Enchanted Ground — page 9: what you’re looking at

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» ' we will AA ‘with them. They need ) not know anything about the gold—you ord to let them have the mules. ¥ Bub cache yourselves, and hs Watch | me c ose. Agree to eve o I sa | ena all will be Sell. BT isons - pase _“Weean Shen them s captain, : "muttered 1e scout, “No eek Don’ t you ee OS ht Erie tools play cat to our monkey ? They ae may | burn their fingers, but they will do our work and save us much trouble, and ye UE rs Mat Mole. glided down the eréek, “qu disappearing amid the under- by g rowth.. His men promptly cached them- i ze Gad. a iy Wary scout alone appeared dissatis- 2 Cre 4 oe vould ohliok have met the Blackfeet _asenemies. And when it is said that his 2 father's scalp hung in the smoke of a he “ar eit the sentiment is not ‘ at rs e. ¢ Pia Pins oe Campbell was 2 character in his ‘es Yen years before, when he was ; ba 2 oly fifteen, his last relative had been _ killed, and he taken prisoner by the Blackfeet. Six months later he managed to esca] 6, by killing his adopted father -end brother, stealing a couple of horses, and reached the settlements in safety, 4 though pursued for two days and niglits, ‘Smee then he had devoted his lite to Tt bunting Indians. Young as he was, his aie deeds were well known among the Black- “fe eet, and his name was a terror to them. ; Be had. joined Mole, on learning they j were bound for the Black foot country, Bent | asking the object of their By - j ‘ 7) ? a it TE wae tall, lithe , Straight as an Indian, Ks in. adept in all athletic sports, & periect faster, of his’ ons, and oné of the. “surest trailer in the West. His features were regular, almost classic in their out- x His fair hair hung in slighily- ut peling locks below his shoulders. His ‘ Ace was perfectly smooth. Like the ndians, he assiduously plucked all super- fi juous hair from his face. His garb was } ue ain, formed wholly of Indian-dressed iy uckskin, neither fringed nor ornamented. gee. round, tight-fitlin ; sknll-eap of buck- ‘pkln covered his head. fiis eyes needed Protection, aby need be, he could FRZO | ‘ . ~~ ‘fk, : a" ¥ ~+ = preps of A Fearn.” s oe few lives. - But there—I must go elves, their weapons in readiness for use 1 case their leader’s confidence should be . ‘I s at the noon-day sun without dimming — their lustre. Mat Mole glided rapidly down the creek-bank, using considerable caution, ~ but more asif from force of habit than because he apprehended danger. And yet he was almost within hearing of a Blackfoot war-party—those most in- veterate enemies of the white race. He paused upon the edge of the under- erowth. Before him lay full half-a-mile of valley that was perfectly free of trees or bushes, thie naught save a short, close-curied erass. Up this valley the | pale-faces bar _passed | on the preceding-evening. = ~~ 7 . ground covered with . “Their trailers will not” ‘Sg far: in = advance,” muttered Mole. -* ‘They. won't dream we are so. near, ‘as the trai! is. full - fifteen houvs old. I don’t think there’ 2 be any trouble, though ’tis ten ‘ years and 4 more since Lleft them,” — - A few momenis later Mat Mole Saw twd - footmen enter the open ground, gliding rapidly forward, their heads bowed like hounds running ‘by scent. Before these trailers had passed over half the space, a strong body of horsemen followed upon their track. Mole gazed keenly at them, but the bright rays of the sun glinting across the freshly-painted and oiled faces, beffied him. He could only tell that this was indeed a Blackfoot war party. Placing a hand to his mouth, Mat Mole pealed forth the shrill, unearthly war= whoop of the Kainna Blackfect. tt was - heard distinctly, and the savage riders instantly drew rein, glaring toward thie timber in surprise. Then came a long- te : te drawn, peculiar yell, dying away in a quavering wail; a yell that has chilled — many a bold heart—for it was a startling imitation of the panther’s cry. It was ~ | Mat Mole's “totem.” The Biackfeet seemed to recognize the ~ yell, and as the white man boldly emerged from the brush a gaily-bedizened chief galloped forward to meet him. A slight exclamation of joy broke from Mole’s lips, for he recognized in the chief an old-time friend and comrade, Neep- aughwheese, or the * Night-Walker. é The meeting was cordial upon both sides, and quite a long conversation ensued, learn that Creeping Panther was still living, though they had heard he had long since been dispar ehed to the happy hunt- lng-gronmisis by a wlite spake, why, faare The Blackfeet were glad to (EOMMIE OO! KS (EO)