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90 RED PLUME. health will suffer if I stay here much longer. Do you see that lodge yonder, where the Injun is standing? That is where cousin Nelly is, and that chap is on guard.” “Thank you. Don’t follow or. notice me.” Frank slowly walked to the lodge that Eben had pointed out, and stood by the side of the red-skin, His heart beat quickly, as he felt that he was near the fair captive, He could think of only one plan to pursue—to take the place of the zip and watch his chance to steal away with Ellen, under cover of the night.. He spoke to the Indien in the Blackfeet tongue. | “ Nip-muck-we is better.” * Ugh !” “The medlcine-man thinks he will live.” “Ugh!” : “Does the white maiden sleep?” he asked, as he looked in-— side of the lodge, and saw Ellen seated on a couch of skins. “Go away,” said the stalwart Indian, as he pulled him backs “ What do you want here ?” » | “JT was told to relieve you from your guard over the cap- tive, and you may go to your lodge.” . It was a venturesome game, but it might have sueceeded, if the Blackfoot had not received positive orders to watch during the night, and if he had not been a shrewd and suspicious per- | son. He looked wonderingly at the young man, and, as he" did so, the light from a neighboring fire fell on Frank’s. face, | and a sudden idea seized the Indian. He quickly wet hi finger with his tongue, and as quickly rubbed it on the white — man’s cheek, removing a portion of the paint, and showing — the fair skin underneath. Then, with a yell, he threw him- self upon his detected enemy, and grasped him around the waist. See The action was so sudden, and the Indian was so powerful, that Steele was almost borne to the ground at first. But he instantly recovered himself, and got hold of his knife, which he plunged into the throat of his antagonist, who relaxed. his ; grasp and fell. i | The young man had no time to lose, as the alarm had been given, and the Indians were hastening to the spot from all parts of the camp. After one hurried glance, he bounded | | | | connicloooks.comnn