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50 BLACK ANhOW, ‘Tits AVENGER. ‘T'don’t suppose nothin’. “Here’s two black arrers. Suthin nites *hotit that. © That's & Comanche chief named Black Arrer. Put this and that together. I néver sée’d Black Ar- rer; but I’ve heerd that his bleod ain’t all red. Add this to tother, and w’at’s the amount?” “ Well, what is it?” | “That's for you to say. T ain't ‘good at countin’. I only give the figgers.” bi pes Roder leaned his head upon his land a few minutes and gazed at the fire with a troubled and perplexed expression. Then he looked up suddenly at his companion. ~“ Don’t talk nonsense to nie, Jim’ Baker,” he said. “You mountain-men are always full of your out-of-the-way notions, and some people believe in them j use they are sc queer and unlikely. It's quite out of n that any Co- manche should be down this way, whether a half-breed or a full-blooded red. It’s a great deal stranger that our men should have been shot with arrows, than that the urrows should be black.. I don’t make any thing of tivat.” - Let it be, then.” - : “Tt’s one thing or tother. Either Ben Blood’s ghost is af- ter us; or we didn’t kill him as dead as we thought we did.” “ P’raps we didn’t.” “ You may have heard tell of men who have lived ‘After their lhiait has been raised. Yow mountain-men have plenty of such yarns. I never saw such a man, and I don’t believe you ever did. That chap was hardly living when we left him, and.the breath couldn’t have stayed in — an hour longer. »” “ Did ye never hear of John Glass and the b’ar?” © “Wes; I have heard that yarn.” “ Glass was dead, torn all to giblets, “with his séulp down over his face—so chawed up that’he wasn’t wuth buyii’; but _he turned up livin’ at last.” “That may be true, though I don’t bet high on cies year Do-¥ou mean: to sythhs Mek Bleot ins eéenetotite. and has had a hand in this killin’? Of course you don't, His ghost is about herey-we know. If you had seen this ghost, as the rest of us saw it, you would know what the matter is.” vit “ Whar did you pick up that Whetstone chap?” ” COMMcooOoks.corn