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FORTUNE'S FREAKS. 21 into the boat. Dashing straight upon the Indian, he gripped - kim by his descending right arm. := So great was the shock that the canoe listed fearfully, bal- >» anced fora moment on the edge of the gunwale, and then | Went entirely over with a loud splash. The faithful- dog still = held on. ‘The boat filled at once and went down; but, being held by the deer-skin thong to the bough, it did not move when at the bottom. At this moment old Sampson Lowe leaped to his feet, and, rifle in hand, glanced about him. Then in a moment, he kieked away the embers of the smoldering fire, leaving the lonely spit in dense darkness. Then, as a splash broke on the water, and the smothered, angry growling of Eagle was borne to his ears, he quickly raised his long rifle to his face. Bat all at once there came the stifling cry of a half-drowned man, as the dog suddenly loosed his hold upon the arm, and seized the Indian by the throat. The old hunter drew a bead on the dark head of the fellow, who was now fast being stran- gled by Eagle; but then he slowly lowered the rifle. ¢ “ No, no!” he muttered, “I can not take advantage of him. T can not see a human crittur drowned by a brute, though the Villain deserves it. Come in, Eagle—come in!” The dog at once loosed his hold, but evidently with relue- tance, and swam leisurely ashore. Instantly the wounded Indian sunk out of sight; but the hunter kept his eyes fixed on the water where he had disap- ‘peared. Then again all at once the old man flung his rifle to | his face; but he lowered it at once, as the Indian, now far | Out in the main stream, dived again. “Tis all right—all right!” muttered the hunter. “ But— - Ha! Red Belt!” he suddenly exclaimed, as, at that moment, | the young warrior slowly drew himself out of the water, near _ the Shore, and advanced toward his friend. -< “Are you hurt, my brother?’ asked old Sampson, quickly, : “No, great warrior ; Red Belt was taken at advantage; -~ though the red-hearted Mingo touched me not with his knife.” _ There was a silence for a few moments, and then the old _ hunter muttered, more as if speaking with himself than ad- = “age his companion : De aya Li afidle PL Ata? oe i" Eomicbooks:com : ie al ~ =—_