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cs crash came, and the door came down with a loud noise, and over it poured the whole band of St. Regis, or what was left of them, mad, desperate. Both Bill Epps and the cap- | tain fought with the fury of despair, but what could they do -- againstso many? They were borne down, bound hand and vr foot, and would have been slain upon the spot bad not the ___ half&breed shouted to the braves to reserve them for a worse ~_ fate. The masked chief sprung forward to look for his other ____ prisoners, but nowhere could he see them. Search where he is would, he could find no trace of the two for whom he had “dared so much. He came beck frantic. “Look you, young man. I have a few words to say to you, and see that you answer them promptly. Where is Per- dita; where is the Chevalier Marly, otherwise called Mar- stowe ?” “How can I tell?” replied the captain, with a light laugh. “ Impossible to say.” * You lie, I believe.” “Do you? Impossible to sry. Do you know where they are gone, Bill ?” “ How should I know ?” said Bill, in the same tone. “They ain’t here, I reckon.” “T wil) find a way to open your mouths upon the subject. Drag them out, braves of the St. Regis. We will make them atone for the blood which has been shed.” _ You have us in your power, and of course you have the _ privilege of doing as you please,” said Austen. “But no j oa torture you can inflict will avail you. I know what to ex- __ pect, but I will endure it, for the sake of the sweet girl you would have murdered. Thank God, she is safe from you, whatever may come to me.” “Where is the chief?’ demanded a savage, thrusting his | painted face close to that of Austen. “ Dog of a Yengee, _ speak. Where is Chenango, that child of the bad spirit, « ___ who bas brought sorrow into the St. Regis lodges ?” __ -* You bet he-hus,” said Bill, “Come, capt’in, They can’t hurt the gal now. Tell the pizen snake how she got away.” * You may, if you like.” ae “Waal, I don’t mind. They went away in the boat jest = _ afore you come, and left us to take care of you. We agreed af tt ' RET, FPN ig Re PS Peer a. a a2 4 4 7h Mt ee oe, “a a > Eomicbhooks-com ~ > ' = ; . —