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NAT RUNS. 29 “ They didn’t jedge rightly of the sort of chicken that roosted up here. Tm game; it takes men to cut my comb, an’ a chap must look out or he will get spurred in the eye. Whoop! Injin? Who cares for Injins? I’m ekal to every individdle tribe from here to Loosanner. I know it.” The Indians, recovering from their first alarm, grew ashamed of their fears. Springing up, they began to climb the bluff at many different points, to which it was impossible for the ranger to attend at once. “ This is gittin’ interestin’,” he said, “ blame my cats ef it ain’t. I'm in nee fight unless I run. Guess, on the hull, Tilrun” ~~ He girded up his loins and started, just as the Indians left the base of the cliff. He knew that it would take three or four minutes for them to gain the top, and he made good use of his time. There was not a better runner in that section. As he sped along, over the ground he knew so well, he heard the yell of the first savage who gained the top of the bluff, and it spurred him to greater speed. Under most circum- stances, he would have taken greater heed of the path before him; but, thinking that all the danger was from behind, he was only conscious that some heavy object fell upon his head ; myriads of stars flashed before his eyes; then all was dark. CHAPTER IV.. THE WARNING AND THE ABANDONMENT. Lewis and his men lay quietly in their lurking-place for half an hour; the young-leader began to chafe for the return of the scout. He blamed himself for allowing the brave fel- low to go alone upon such a perilous mission, when the woods were fullof savages, hungry for scalps. The men saw the young captain's mood, and none of them were hardy enough to intrude upon it. He walked up and down, chafing like a baited bear, eager for the hour to elapse, so that he could go in pursuit Of his friend. In this frame of mind he was aroused _ by hearing the man posted at the entrance to the ravine say: conniclooks. conn