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HARRY AND HIS NURSE. 85 you turned your head, you exposed the head of the red-skin ~ to my aim, and there could hardly have been a fairer mark. But you should not speak of such things, sir, when you are wounded.” “T think so, too,” said Ben Farrar, “ and instead of stayin’ here palaverin’, I think we'd better be gittin’ up to camp in a hurry, fur thar’s no tellin’ but what Burt Adams and his gang. ~mought take a turn, and git in thar’ ahead of us.” “JT think so too,” said Green; “though I know I gave the scoundrel a blizzard out of my rifle that'll be apt to lay him up fur a while.” ~ The advice of these worthies was acted upon, and Mr. Brainard and Harry Chenault were assisted to the camp, which was found to be free from intrusion. The wounds of both were flesh wounds, and, although the loss of blood was con- siderable, no serious consequences were to be apprehended. P CHPTER XI Vv. } 7 GOING DOWN. | : Tete Bors, under the direction of his employer, made a scouting visit to Mr. Brainard’s camp, and reported, on his re- turn, that it had been visited by Indians, who had destroyed the wagons, driven off the horses, and opened the caches. <As his provisions and his means of transportation were gone, Mr. Brainard was obliged to accept the hospitality of his new acquaintances, who were very glad to have a chance to offer it to him, both for his own sake and that, of his daughter. Besides, Farrar and Green had found, in the half-breed, an old and esteemed friend, and they were greatly pleased with the arrangement, especially as it seemed to afford them further “protection against the dreaded Burt Adams. » | “Don’t know how they found our camp and our caches,” said the half-breed, “’less that villain, Burt Adams, has been round thar’. He killed one of our men, I Snow, for he left his mark on the body.” a ~ } comicbooks.conn