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70 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. | With a grim chuckle to himself, Oo-lum-lah lowered the bow—flung it over his shoulder, tossed the arrow into the quiver, and without paying further heed to his wound, strode away toward his lodge. He had just reached the door, when he started wildly as a ringing whoop, then two rifle-shots, at short intervals, echoed through the village. CHAPTER XIII. MIS-KWA, THE RED SKY OF MORNING, Ir will be remembered that we left Roydon Howe with his hands tied behind him, to the tent stake. Far in the night he was aroused by a slight chirrup, sounding, it seemed, not far from him. The young man listened intently. The chirrup ceased, and he’ did not hear it for some moments. Then, came the chir- rup, louder then ever, again and again with startling clear- ness. There was no mistaking it; the sound came not from beetle or bug. There was something strange, something insinuating in its echo, ts All at once he started ; he heard another sound which was unmistakable. It was the noise made by a sharp knife, passing swiftly yet cautiously through thie tough skins at the back part of the lodge. The young man glanced toward the rear of the tent, and listened, and waited patiently ; then ‘he crept as far as his cords would allow him, and peered through the skin curtain at the door of the lodge. The swarthy sentinels were plainly visible in the moonlight, which was now becoming brighter and brighter every moment. But from their quiet, steady tramp, it was plain they suspected nothing was. wrong, and had not heard the suspicious sounds at the rear of the lodge. _ The young man watched the guards closely for a moment, comicbooks.cor m- ay - ¥- =e