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A WARNING. 77 the totem on the wall, the mystic sign of the Great Brother- hood, had not been forgotten by his friends who were, in their rude way, perfect in the craft, and who were not now so hot for the battle since they knew that a brother led the opposi ng force. | " « What noise do I hear yonder?” cried the chief, who was in advance. “ Look, look; yonder comes a bleeding man, one of my braves who was with me last night.” They saw a half-naked man shouting as he ran, coming from the direction of the mountain pass. The blood was dropping on the grass from half a dozen flesh wounds which were only so many scratches to the hardy Indian. He ran to the side of his chief and caught at the pommel of his saddle. “Where would you go, Silver Lance ?” he cried. “ Have not the Comanche lest blood enough because you ‘will not: give up the white man’s child ?” | Silver Lance coolly bared bis hatchet, but the older chief laid his hand upon the uplifted arm. “Tt will not do, chief; you have few enough fighting-men without slaying so brave a man as this. Besides, he brings news.” . “You only go to death if you enter the pass, warriors and chieftains. The white men are there and you have not men enough to force the pass. ‘There, too, is the Flying Man of the Hills, and his big thunder is on every rock. Be- | Ware what you do.” | But they advanced toward the pass, halting just out of easy rifle range, and the older chief carrying a white fieg, and accompanied by the other two, advanced half-way ind — beckoned the whites to send an equal number. Senor Cuaste- lar, Campbell and De Forest went out on horseback to meet them, and as soon as the eyes of the young captain fell upon the older chief he extended his hand frankly. “ Qubanis !” he cried. “ The only Comanche { ever liked. How are you, chief ?” . . “Tf my young white brother loves the Comanche, why does he cume into the country to slay our men ?” : “ Ask Silver Lance who struck the first blow. We came > in Peace to-find this old man’s daughter, but we could vet get her out of the hands of Silver Lance.” ComilclookS»GOmnl