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* 58. MOUNTAIN NED. - Star by the arms. In an instant her hands were bound be hind her, and she was led away through the dark pass by means of a Juriat bound tightly to her waist, Sbe followed him without a word, while the chief. turned back to wreak his vengeance upon the white men encamped upon the prairie. CHAPTER IX. KNIFE TO LANCE. Tue night way dark and gloomy-—greéat clouds rolling up in the sky obscuring the face of the moon, A solemn still- ness fell upon plain and mountain, the preeursor of the com- ing storm. It the pass the Indians gathered, but their white foes lay sleeping on the prairie, apparently unconscious of their danger. ‘Their camp-fire glowed, and everything showed that they did not intend to move as yet. Scouts stole out to reconnoiter and bring ‘back word that the cnemy slept, posting no more than balf a dozen guards, and — that even these seemed to be drowsy. A savage light showed © itself in the face of the red chief. Vengeance would be his, he would crush these audacious intruders and then—the Blaz- ing Star would be his! Slowly and cautiously, in single file, they passed out into- the darkness, and formed upon the plain within five hundred yards of the sleeping camp, Not a sound was heard. The immovable figures of the sentinels could be seen, leaning on their rifles, apparently devoid of fear. A touch passed down | the ranks and every man was inthe saddle, and then, us the siynal-yeil pealed from the lips of Silver Lance, & series of deafening war-cries rung through™the silent night, The sén- tries went down without firing a shot, and the band poured into camp, spearing the prostrate figures about the fires. What is this? The blankets are empty, and they see that — the overthrown sentries are men of straw, made up to fool them! Silver Lance knows that he is in the trap, but, before he can. form bis men, the well known battle-shout of the | , CONMNICOOOKS-COM |