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44 ‘THER Lost CACHE, in her straw hat by an atrow that had carried away one of her curls—though it was hardly missed—and the Englishman had a black eye, caused by the wind.and graze of a ball, He had behaved unexpectedly well during the action, and was highly complimented, but received the coniplimerts with a rucfil countenance and a sad shake of the head. “By thunder!” exclaimed Kate, “ that was hot work, and I am glad it is over.” “What! Is that proper language, Kate, for a young lady to use ?” “ Of course it is, father ; when I fight Hike 8 man, T have a right to talk like a man.” ~ “You have been fighting, indeed. TI told you. to lie down, and keep out of the way.” “IT did lie down, father ; I fired every shot while I was lying down, except one that was sent after that fellow who was run- ning down the hill.” “That man was Burt Adams, Miss Kate,” said the half- ‘breed. “I’m sorry he saw you.” “T don’t know why ; I think he will not be likely to come near my pistol again.” “ You're too purty, MissiKate, and Burt. Adams 1s a—a— devil.” “Then he is a sneaking coward of a devil, and Tam not afraid of him. What are ‘they doing now, father? Do they mean to make another attack ?” “T can’t say, Kate, but they are mounting, and seem to be riding away. ‘Yes, there they go. I had supposed théy would wait until night, and give us another trial. Do you suppose they mean to waylay us at some other place, Téte Bois ?” “Think they got enough. We get to the hills to-night, and then we not afraid of’ em.” As soon as it was dusk, the horses were hitched to the wag- ons, and the party continued their course up. the stony bed of the stream, until they were able to go on the land again. Traveling all night, they reached the mountains, and found the pass of which Mr. Brainard and Téte Bois had spoken. They entered its rugged defiles, and commenced their journey upward toward the clouds, deeming themselves out of danger from enemies, a8 thé Indians would not be likely to follow conmicloooks. com