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— THE WHITE PERNT. — *: “«y reckon we'd have to take them anyhow, so I guess we'll a8 stay whar we be. I reckon we'll make it right lively fou i you, too. »” = _ Seeing several of the savages leveling their weapons, the a two foresters darted back and awaited the struggle. = niet ae ” . ro CHAPTER XII. 2 THE MASK REMOVED. 3 THE gallant attitude of the two brave men somewhat as- _ tonished the St. Regis, who had not expected to be braved by men who seemed to be in their power. But it roused all that was savage in their fierce natures, and they began to +o into the passage through the vpening. Two rifles cracked, and in a second’s space two souls had gone to judgment. The « wages were now crowded into-the narrow space, and Austen, - ‘Dacked by Bill Epps, stood in the doorway at the top of the _ stairs, and sent four shots from his long-barreled pistols into their crowded ranks. Shrieks for mercy, groans of pain,and . _ shouts of vengeful import, rung through the cavern. Up to Pd time, no one had showed himself except Austen and The guide would not trust himself with a pistol, a ieee in which he had no faith, but loaded them as fast as - *. Sea aeeecdleckanged, answering the shouts of the St. Regis by a,stentorian cry. But seeing the havoc which tMe gallant _ young man was making among his Indians, the masked chief <2 _ Bbonted to them to rush on and avenge their fallen comrades. _ Sut they met an enemy who did not fear them. Standing in a doiewny, with Bill Epps at his side, the captain fought for life. His weapon was a long-bladed rapier, the property _ Of Marstowe, in the use of which he was an adept, and ' whieh he swept from side to side. When he stretched out tb s long arm a shriek of pain was sure to follow. In that ran a jed, space it was impossible for the Indians to advance ‘Et Z COMME NOOK <—: : - : “GOK : ~ 9 a : - a ~ (a OS ~~ ed . ee CP ie i os <n