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92 RED PLUME. : / Whipped Injuns!” exclaimed Bush, as he led his com- panions down the slope, attaining a position quite near the en- campmemt, where they concealed themselves. They soon saw the greater part of the Blackfeet running to the right, where they hastily threw up a sort of breastwork, and before long the crack of rifles, the reports of fusees, and the mingled yells of the opposing parties, told them that a sharp fight was going on: _ “That’s our folks, fur sart’in, ¥ said Bush. “This hoss is, steamin’ to be into that thar’ fight, but he don’t see the chance to mix, jist yet.” | He restrained the impatience of Stecle and Guiver, anil they waited until they heard the report of rifles at. their left; and observed a new commotion on the plain, when they. knew Be the camp had been attacked in the rear. | * Now’s our time, boys! exclaimed the trapper, as ha sprang up, followed by his companions. They rushed forward, discharged their rifles at the ware | Blackfeet, quickly reloaded, and hastened toward the lodge i® which Ellen Carver was confined, Frank Steele leading the way. As they approached it, they saw a number of Indians running toward it, and'saw Eben Gookin, who stood in front of the lodge, strike down one of them with his harpoon. «+ CHAPTER XV Le $e " ‘THE HOME sTRETCH—STEELE AHEAD, —_- , | Esen Gooxim had: some cause for wearing 2 self-satisfied Jook, when he met Frank Steele disguised #s an Indian, for he had been trying pleasing experiments upon old As- mod-tah. g | After the war-party had left, his tormentor, the crusty old” savage, came to him, and told him that it was time to per form his contract with regard to As-moo-tah. » Eben tried to excuse | himself on the ground that his attendance on the Fat Bear. was necessary ; but the plea was not allowed—if his medicine | was so powerful, he could at the same time manufacture beauty — comicbooks. coh "