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; a * 4 ‘ were cut down, the balance taken captive. The half-breed | TAKEN BY SURPRISE. “ that you shouldn't follow ’em till mornin’. We did our as darnedest, didn’t we, boss ?” a The masked chief did not reply, but made a gesture of fierce meaning, and the two prisoners were dragged out into the open air, surrounded by the demons who had taken them, making the air vocal with their cries. Scarcelya man among them who had not a personal wrong to avenge, for the fireworks which Bill had gotten up had burned many of val them, and others had lost personal friends in the struggles ~ of the past week. They tied them to stunted saplings, fac- — ing each other, and then the ferocious band began one of those wild scenes which often follow a capture of this kind, — They danced wildly about the captives, uttering a strange chant and sounding the death cry, execrating theminthe names of slain relatives and friends. ~~ Bill Epps remained tied in an uncomfortable position to the sapling, following the motions of the savages with his eyes and waiting for new acts of violence. He had hoped for aid from a quarter of which Austen had not thought, since Chenango had disappeared as soon as the storm ended. are ge But, he had not given sufficient credit to the gratitude of the sayage hero. Chenango had not forgotten them, and — while the Indians were beginning new indignitics, a lithe — form darted suddenly from the woods, cut the bonds upon — the hands of the captives, and gave them weapons, and then — stood up like a rock, to receive the united rush of the prea mined foe, shouting the war-cry of the Oneidas! As pinkie ery sounded over the lake, to the utter surprise of the masked — chief. as well as the St. Regis, an answering shout was heard — ; from every side, and a strong band of Oneidas darted from _ be the thicket around, and rushed upon the astounded St. Regis. Taken by surprise, they offered but a feeble resistance. Some ‘ 2. hak K- f a ‘ cae was killed. The masked chief, attempting to escape, was brought down by a hatchet, desperately wounded. When - a e the strife was over, they found him lying upon his side cleat, 2, to the water’s edge, breathing hard. a “Let the Chevalier Marly and his daughter come to me” = Be, feebly. “That is, if they are here.” “Tl call them,” replied Austen, who heard! the . CGinicoOKs:com +. eer