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96 BLACK ARROW, THE AVENGER possibly understand, and I will not be satisfied unless you clear them up. You know that we are your friends, and I am sure you have nothing to tell that would make us unfriendly.” Rose insised wpon an explanation, also, protesting that she had a right to know all about her preserver, and Whetstone, with a troubled look, supposed that he wculd be obliged to COnaply with their wishes. — ‘“ But you owe me no thanks,” he said. “ What IT have done was to serve my own ends It is Ne-cum-wa who brought his warriors to help you. | am a Comanche, too ; but I am a small chief, while Ne-cum-wa is a great chief.” “Black Arrow is my brother,’ said Ne-cum-wa, whose words his friend was obliged to translate. “ He saved the life of Ne-cunt-wa, afid his brother is always’ ready to help him.” “ But Ne-cum-wa’s people saved my life,” added Whetstone, “and I only paid them what I owed them.” “ Ben Blood !” It was Paul Roder who spoke. He had recovered his senses, liad raised himself on his arm, and was glaring wildly about the room. | “What do you wear aee wae “ Whom are you calling ?” | “Nat Whetstone, Black Arrow, or whatever you may call him. Ben Blood is his name, and I want him to come here.” Ben Blood stepped up to where the wounded outlaw was lying, and looked at him rather compassionately. - “ You've got me at last,” said Roder, “and much good may it do you. It was you, then, and not your ghost, who came to the cabin and asked for your scalp ™® “Tt was no ghost.” . « And it was you who put the black arrows into our men, and turned loose that gal. I don’t blame you; but I wish I had found yeu out a little sooner. I reckon you're satisfied now, and you’re welcome to that sculp.” Those were the last words that Paul Roder spoke. The Co- manches, by Whetstone’s direction, carried the body out of the Cmte tapcn, ofnee haneaciee ened one of them soon — a a scalp at his belt. . was overjoyed. — “ Phave'found my brother,” Nenad) de 6! OE Bec?s Wand te Woth-Or he Sand T wil ey conmicloXoolks. conn