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THE SOBER, SECOND THOUGHT. ov slept off the effects of their carouse, and he was dissuaded from hasty action by Bill Bush. “Tt seems strange,’ said the trapper, ‘“ how the boy could hev’ been picked up that a-way, fur I taught him Injun ways and Injun fightin’ ; and yet, it ain’t so strange, either, cause he was caught in new company, and, what’s wuss, along with a gal. That's what gits a man inter scrapes. This hoss be- lieves—come to think it over—that he won't tie on to another woman jest yet, when thar’s sech a good chance of gittin’ his ha’r lifted. I will start out right away, cap’n, and look arter - the Blackfeet. That thar’ Delaware and a Yankee chap hey’ gone to hunt the trail, and it will be strange if some of us don’t bring you news afore long. I must say that I don’t feel afeart about the boy, ’cause he’s up to trap like an oid beaver, and it will take a smart Injun to git ahead of him. » “You ken send out sech men as you want to, but, so far as this hoss is concerned, he allows to travel alone.” Just as the day began to dawn, Bush mounted his horse and left the camp, his rifle resting on the saddle before him, and his two bright eyes taking in the whole expanse of prairie as he rode. a= CHAPTER VI.» THE RENEGADE. Korssxo, after La-la had left him, stood for some time with his arms folded, lost in thought, and a prey to powerful emo- tions. He knew that he was ruined and degraded as a war- rior, and conceived that she for whom he now confessed such an absorbing love, had forsaken him and cast him off in the hour of bis trouble. He-knew not what to do, but he felt reckless, and ready to seize the first desperate chance that. might offer. ‘i In this frame of mind, he returned to the village, and was informed that he had been appointed to guard the prisoner, Frank Steele, during the night. The young warrior felt that this was an additional indignity, a species of drudgery that 86 2 comicbooks.com