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20 RED PLUME.” man “ What did that shot and that Pell mean? Are there lacirain about ?” | } “ Black Beaver thinks nit, He don't yell like Injan. wait little bit, and maybe so we find out.” The Delaware again crouched. in the: grass, David Carver following his example, and both peered anxiously out into the prairie, on which the dusk of evening was fast'settling down. Soon they were able to make out the figure of a man, rid- ing rapidly over the prairie in circlés, and gradually approach- ing the grove.’ As he came within hailing distance, he put his hand to his mouth, and gave vent to that ga ie that they had heard a short time before, “Ugh !? exclaimed the Delaware. “’Spect lie: be white man, sure enough. You jump up. and yell. Mayes 80° he know white man’s voice,” David ascents rose to his feet, and yelled at the top of his -voice : “ Hal-loo-oo !” came clearly across the weeds: as the stranger drew nearer. “ Halloo, yourself !” . “ Are you whigr red ?” _ & Whiter A ~ The stranger slowly sade’ up to the grove, palandine his rifle upon his saddle before him, as if he thought it not pos- sible to use too much caution. When he was near enough to ' distinguish the form, dress and features of David Carver, he slung his rifle, rode up quickly, and dismounted, giving his hand to the young man. The new-comer was-a handsome young fellow, seemingly about twenty-two or twenty-three years of age, with black, curling hair, black eyes, sun-browned complexion, and an open, manly expression ; of countenance. ; He rode a splendid horse, and was armed with a fine rifle, a pair of pistols, anda hunting-knife’ He wore dressed buckskin leggings, with jarge boots, a stout homespun hunting-shirt, and aslouched hat. As he gave his hand to Carver, the Delaware rose up from the grass in whieh he had been concealed, and the stranger started back and laid his hand on his rifle. “You needn’t be scared at him, mister,’ said David, “ for he is only a friendly Delaware, and.belongs to our party. ComicloOoks.Gann