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but Miss. Stump fought her captor with the desperation of @ ‘mad woman. ~ “Tet go of me, you blasted heathen !” she exclaimed indig. nantly, fiercely. “ Jet go, or I'll scratch your nasty eyes out, you great, dirty, vagabond! [ll give you to understand that Sarah Mariah Stump is no chicken-hearted girl; let go, Isay” ~. ) Although the indignant maid inflicted several painful scratches on the savage’s face, and bit his hands until they bled, he did not seem inclined to give up his captive, and finally Miss Sarah Mariah Stump was compelled to succumb to A sida strength. _ “Very well, you greasy heathen!” she exclaimed, indig- nantly, “only your brute strength compels me to give up; but there’s one thing certain, my tongue’s free and I'll use it jist as long as I’ve strength to move it, and I defy all crea- tion to hinder me.” “Ugh!” exclaimed the savagé. “ White squaw rattle ‘tongue heap much. Must hush—go with Ingin.” “Not a sep will I budge, you imp of Satan! I die first !” “Tt is no use to be contrary, Aunt Sally,” said Mabel, some- what recovering from her sudden affright, “ we may as well go peaceably, for we will haye to go anyhow.” “That's true, deary; but my teeth ache so that I scarcely know what I door say. Yes, we may as well go along with ‘these great, horrid owls and be done with it; but, oh, dear! don’t I wish ’Siah Jenkins would happen along about now. My-me! but Vill bet a pair of Ingins would git their backs tanned.” Without further ceremony the women were led away, with sad and sorrowful hearts, for an endless and fearful captivity was before them. , By « circuitous route, they were taken a short ways into the forest, when they halted beneath the arching boughs of a mighty oak, to find themselves confronted by a tall and power- ful Indian, whose gaudy bead-dress, barbaric finery, glittering _jewels and tained hands, vold, alas, too (rue, that he was fe terrible chief, Red Hand—the scourge of the ea > ~ ~~“ comichbooks.com