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—- 96 -. PER LOST CACHE, T’other is that big Kanucker, Téte Bois. They’re lookin’ Tur the cache, and one is tryin’ the recks with a hammer. Jest keep quiet till we see whar’ the gold is hid, and then we'll slip up on ’em, and take it all.” Both crouched in the shadow of the rock, doridinizte per- fectly quiet, while Mr. Brainard pursued his explorations, until the outlaw again exclaimed, in an excited whisper : “They've found it, red-skin! . T’other one speaks to the big one, and the big one rushes up to him with a pickax. Yes—-they’ ve stuck the pickax into the rock, and are pryin’ at it; Thar’ comes outa big chunk of stun’, and the cache is opened! I see the glitter of the gold in the hole! . Grip yer knife, red-skin, and foller me !” Stealthily and silently as before, and with a deadly purpose at their hearts, the white man and the Indian stole down into the cafion, across the little brook, and over the soft and yield- ing sand, toward their intended victims, who were so occupied with gazing upon the discovered treasure, that they could not think of danger, Swiftly the outlaw glided up to Téte Bois, who stood near- est to him, and who was the most to be dreaded. He raised his long knife, to plunge it into the throat of the halfbreed, - when there was a cracking sound above his head, like the snapping of a whip, and a heavy body fell upon his head and shoulders, crushing him to the earth. The body was that of Harry:Chenault, whose fall, when his lariat snapped, had been thus opportunely broken. The young gentleman was quickly on his feet, looked around in surprise, and drew his pistol for the purpose of Hefontings him- self against all enemies. : The outlaw, also, soon recovered from the shock, and. rushed upon his new assailant with his long knife. Chenault would have been surprised, and might have been killed, had it not been for the prompt interference of Téte Bois, who had instantly recognized both Harry and the outlaw. He seized Adams in his vice-like grip, forced his knife from his hand, and threw him on the sand, where he held him Sonn by placing a knee on his chest. Harry Chenault, comprehending the position of affairs fired his pistol at No Smoke, and missed him; but the retreating comicbooks.con ,