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A’FRONTIER BANDIT. a intend to be sent off with the train, but will go wherever you go, whether you wish it or not. We shall see whether I shall be more in the way than my lazy brother.” “What do you think of it, Téte Bois?” asked. Mr. Brainard. “Shall we hunt for the cache ?” | | ‘What you say, I say,” answered the taciturn half-breed. ‘““My mind was made up long ago. You must make good use of your rifles, and we must live on game as much as we Can, for we will need all the provisions we can carry.” ‘ _ OHAPTER IIl. BURT ADAMS HEARS OF A CACHE, Burt ADAMS was a backwoodsman of the bandit stripe. Although hardly forty years old, he made it his boast that he had taken more scalps than any Indian he had ever met. Scalps were his great failing; whether he killed a man in battle, or in a quarrel—whether he committed a myrder for the sake of gain, or merely to “keep his hand in,” he always stripped off the scalp of his victim, and cut a cross on the forehead with his sharp knife, which was known as Burt Adams’ mark. He had a small, eight-cornered tally-stick, made of hard wood, in one end of which was inserted a whistle, and on that tally-stick he notched down, as he took them, every scalp, because it was too much trouble to carry them about with him. He never had a scalp-dance over his trophies, and-never bragged about them as the Indians do, but _ he took a fiendish pleasure in pointing to the notches on his tally-stick, and in counting them. He had one notch for every year in his life, and a few to spare, and you may be sure that the record was correct, for Burt Addms was a man of his word, except when it suited his purpose to lie, Woe to the luckless Shoshonie, or Digger Indian, who chanced to cross his: path when he was hungry for a scalp. All were fish to his net, and thé’dirty patch of straight hair would soon be hanging at his belt. » CoOmicbooks.cConn