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it >; ——— =. o ~ 5 — en ST = —e > —0— Cio Oe ———— Abe will come back, though.” He says it is his inten- tion to spend the autumn in trapping. So why not leave them for him?” *“Oh, Lordy, boys—’’ began the old trapper, in an expostulating tone. But Albert's idea struck such a responsive chord in his companions, that they over- ruled the old hunter’s objections before he could ut- ter them, and the ig 4 furs and accouterments left in the cavern up the river were willed unani- mously to him ‘‘to have and hold forevermore.” Which last clause of course emanated from Ranty’s glib tongue. So it was settled; and the party took up their line of mareh. Old Abe and “the captain” took the lead, Madge and Flo came next, and Ranty, Fred and Will brought up the rear. But the day was dark and lowering and along toward noon the warn- ing drops proved hat their three days’ rain was not yet ended. ‘‘T hate this putterin’ ’round in the dust,” re- marked old Abe as they went into camp an hour later and he commenced “clawing’’ about among the dripping undergrowth in a search for some- thing dry with which to start afire. “If ib would only rain a little to kinder dampen things up.”’ ‘*T would willingly part with some of the surplus moisture hanging about me,” laughed Albert, as he assisted Madge to alight. ‘‘ But it is slacking up and the clouds are breaking. Who knows but what the balance of the day may be fine?” So it proved, and when night fell they had put many miles between them and their noon camp. ‘““ Wal, boys,” said the old trapper the next morn- ing, ‘if we have good luck, three_o’clock to-day we'll strike Kibby’s tradin’-post. .How does thet make the gals feel?”’ ‘* Bncouraged at least,” answered Madge. ‘ But I believe, in her heart, Flo wishes we could have a little brush with the Indians again!"’ ‘““We may before night whether I wish it or not,” Flo answered, gravely. At ten o’clock, Abe Anderson, who was a little in advance, rode back and said: ““We can’t go any further this way, boys. They’s more'n fifty reds camped right over the hill, an’ Warner’s among ’em. They won't be no piece for nary a white, till that cuss is by out of the way.’”’ There was nothing for it but to make a detour. But before they had gone a quarter of a mile, the pharp detonations of a score of rifles burst on the air, fol- lowed by wild yells and more shots; all in the direc- tion of the savages. ‘‘Som’thin’s run a-foul of them, by mighty!’’ ex- claimed Abe, ‘An’ the whole bizness is movin’ this way, sure’s yer born. Git under cover quick!”’ He forced his horse into the thick undergrowth, followed closely by the rest. And an instant after a large party of terrified Indians came dashing eae some mounted, others on foot, but all fleeing at their topmost speed. And behind came a score or more of mounted whites, firing as they ran. But just as they came opposite where our friends were, a loud commanding voice halted them, and the trapper and his companions rode forth. “Ah! who have we here?” exclaimed the com- mander. And then as he caught a plainer view of the trapper, he continued: ‘‘ By my soul, if it ain't old Abe Anderson!’ and he hastened forward to shake the grizzled hunter by the hand. It was a cordial meeting, for the two were old friends. And then Abe introduced his companions. ‘We are now on our way to Kibby’s post, and very glad of your company we shall be,"’ said Cap- tain Travers. ‘‘We were not as cautious as we should have been, for the Indians attacked us before we saw them. However, we killed some of their number and put the rest to flight, without any loss ourselves. ”’ They returned to the scene of the attack, and the capta n ordered the men to bury the dead Indians. Look-a-here!”’ suddenly exclaimed Ranty, who was poking about among the dead bodies. “If here isn’t that scamp, Warner, dead enough too, I'll war- rant! SP a rolled him over; his limbs were already stiff. ‘** He’s no deader’n he ought ter be,”’ avowed Abe. ** He's done mischief ’nough, an’ it’s a good we They buried him with the rest and then the whole party continued on their course, and while the sun was some distance above the horizon the walls of Kibby’s post came in sight. “It seems good to see a civilized habitation again,” confessed Madge, as they alighted at the gates. The inmates gave them a warm welcome, and several days passed op earn under its roof. Our company was alone in one of the rooms one morn- ing when old Abe came in. ‘ Yer all safe an’ sound now,”’ he remarked, seat- ing himself on a camp-stool, “an’ I’ve about made up my mind ter go back to the hunting-grounds.”’ A moment’s silence followed. *T want a little conversation with you,’’ said Albert, rising, ‘‘ and I think I can persuade you from the notion of returning now.”’ The two went out together, but in five minutes they were back, but just before they reached the door our party heard the trapper "Wal, by th can’t git over it.”’ And he did certainly look mystified as he came in, but he went straight up as heartily as a he hadn't seen her in months. And for an instan the tell-tale blood till it was a vivid scarlet. ‘Oh, Lordy!’ exclaimed Abe, as he saw it. ‘I married continued the old hunter, in general, din’, an’ it’s couldn't blush like that if I war goin’ ter get forty times! Youngste waving his ca , and ad ng socie “ Youngsters, /'ve got an invite to a w ‘all under! I'm ’mazed to pieces, an’ I to Madge, and shook hands Madge’s face was flushed with LE TT Ss the fust one this ’coon ever had, an’ I'll kick a toe at it, if I don’t catch a beaver fer a year! Oh, Lordy, to think! But I tell you, it’s the most ’stonishin y7? ? i should think it was,’’ returned Ranty, in an in- jured tone. ‘ Here, we've campaign together among the Indians, and run numberless chances of not getting eat up, and now he’s been getting ready to get married, and that, too, without sa a word of his intentions to his bosom friends and fellows in distress! I never heard of such a proceeding!”’ ‘**I told Madge,”’ plead Albert, in a penitent tone. This raised a general laugh, in which blushing Madge joined, ' “Home at last! Oh, how good it seems!” It was Madge Lennox who uttered the words, as she looked at Albert, who rode by her side. And close behind them, Ranty, Will, Fred, Flo, and the old trapper. They had halted in front of a large, beautiful house surrounded by spacious unds, and a moment af- ter were dismounting at its gates. I will skip the joyous meeting that followed. And Mrs. Lennox listened with bated breath while Madge related their adventu and thanked Heaven in her heart that her darling come through them un- scathed. The two weeks that followed were filled with contentment for the whole company, and espe- cially so to Albert and Madge, who dreamed away the bright, sunny days in perfect happiness. Old Abe had been taken in by our young hunters before reaching the mansion, and he now walked about cleanly shaven, his hair trimimed, and a “ civi- pen ” suit of clothes, in place of his trapper-cos- ume, The wedding of Albert and Madge which followed, took place at her own home in presence of the family and a few guests. Old Abe tree peer in the joy- ousness of the occasion., and danced with the bri pane iD a variety of steps, to the amusement of But the time for parting came. Old Abe must go back to the frontier, but before he went, our four boy-hunters purchased a rifle and side-arms of the most approved lighted and presented them to the surprised and delighted old trapper, amid an impos- ing ceremony, and a speech from Albert. ‘But it’s only lent, you know,” Ranty said, while the good-byes were ken. ‘ Albert's mar- ried, to be sure, but we three ain’t, and by and by we are coming out there to trap and hunt again, and Flo is coming out to get lost, and you will have to be guide again to get her back safe—with us to help, of course, and J intend to be the hero at the winding up of the affair!" 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