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40° RED PLUME. and caused him to feel better satisfied with the retribution (a just one, as he deemed it) that he had visited on her husband and persecutor. Making a slight noise, to attract the attention of La-la, he beckoned to her, quickly and eagerly, for he dared not speak, as old As-moe-tah was sleeping in the lodge. La-la started, and looked up at him with a wondering stare; seeming, for a moment, frightened and irresolute. But there was something in the expression of his bright eyes, and in his earnest, appeal- ing gesture, that compelled her to rise and go to meet him, whether she wished to or not. As soon as she was outside the tent, he seized both ber hands, and led her to a secluded spot, a short distance from the lodges, where he spoke to her in low but ardent and impassioned tones. “My Star-in-the-grass is free to fly with me now,” he said, “for the Fat Bear is ‘dead, and will never trouble her any more. I said that he should never strike La-la again, and my words were true, for my knife has slain him this night. I saw him walking among my horses, the horses that he had taken from me. I thought how he had wronged me, how he had sought to change a warrior into a squaw; I thought how he had wronged my Star-in-the-grass, how he had beaten her, as if she was a dog; my heart was hot, and blood was before my eyes.. I leaped upon him, and struck him down with my knife, and he will trouble usno more, for he is dead. I must fly now, and have come to say to La-la that she must fly with me. Come; we have no time to lose, for we must be far from the village before the morning dawns. The red-skinned beauty made no answer, but hung her head, and wept bitterly. | “T have done nothing wrong,” protested Kotselo. “ It was an act of justices The Great Spirit struck the Fat Bear by my hand. I have shed blood, but it was justly shed. Come, my Star-in-the-grass ; this is no place for us now; let us hasten to fly.” — | “No, no, no,” sobbed La-la, as she hid her face in her hands. “ Kotselo must fly, for the avengers of blood will. be on his trail; but I can not go.” The young warrior folded his arms, and gazed at her mournfully but proudly, as he turned away. = connmicloooks.com