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0 MOUNTAIN NED. “I must do my work alone,” replied the Scout. “ The moon is rising ‘and will guide you to the village. Keep it it always over the right shoulder as you go, and ride hard.” The rangers, under the lead of their captain, rode on at a reckless pace, and the Flying Scout looked after them, witha wsal light in his eyes. | “My vengeance is nearly sated; now to find Alecta and to _ finish the work so well begun.” : As he spoke, ten Indians, who had escaped by climbing the rocks, rushed upon him from behind and cut him off Set the cliff. ‘Their eyes shone with murderous fire, for the Flying Scout was in their power ! CHAPTER XI. THR sCOUT’S DEFENSE. : Hx stood facing them with that inscrutable smile upon his dark face—a smile of mingled hate and derision. It was evi- dent tbat, in spite of his danger, he had little or no fear of them; yet they were desperate men, resolved to sell their lives, if need be, for the good of the he They saw before them the author of all their woes, the hated Flying Man of the Hills, by whose means their village had been so. woefully decimated during the last twenty-four hours, “We have come to slay you, Flying Man,” said one of the Indians, as be bared his gleaming and long knife. “The great tribe is awake and calls for your blood.” “Ten Indians!” was the scornful reply, as the black eyes of the scout took in the entire party at a glance. “Do J fear ten Comanche braves 2” “You have need to fear them, white dog, You will kill some of us, it may be, but the rest will kill you or make you prisoner to carry into the Comanche village,” oo “You can not make me prisoner,” was the reply. ‘ When - Cconmicoooks. conn