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THE PERIIS OF THE PRAIRIE. 8) Then, quickly drawing her own tiny revolver, she leveled’ it at the head of the renegade, and in a firm, unwavering voice, Bhe said: ~“ Red Hand! murderer! unless you do my bidding I will Bhoot you down with as little mercy as you showed yon noble Chief.” The chief turned his face toward Nora, and to his horror and surprise beheld the dark tube of the little revolver glar- ing into his face like the eye of doom. His hand felt for his Own revolver, but it was gone, aud terror seemed to convulse his whole body. “Carl Oakley,” continued Nora, “ as true as there is a God, I will shoot you dead unless you dismount from that animal's back; and I will give you just two minutes to go on. Now mind J” At heart, Red Hand was a coward, and in the invincible tone, the firm-set features, the steady, flashing eyes, the mo- tionless figure, the steady arm of Nora Raymond, he saw a certain death—a death that could be avoided only by the hu- miliation of obeying a girl—a brave, noble and peerless girl. For a moment the chief hesitated; but when Nora called Out “one,” he began to dismount, his eyes fixed upon the little tabe that followed him wherever he went. “ Now,” said Nora, when he had dismounted, without mov- ing the revolver from a level with his head, “move not out of your tracks, or J fire the instant you do!” Then to Ma- bel: “Mount this pony.” In an instant Mabel sprung into the chief’s saddle, and ia & moment more they dashed away, leaving the defeated, cow- ardly chief standing alone like a grim statue, gazing after them with stolid features. “ Good-by, my gallant knight of dirt and feathers,” called Nora, with a wave of her hand. “Ob, Nora, Nora !” exclaimed Mabel, “ you have saved us from a terrible fate.” n “That’s true, Mabel, but it wasn’t much of a job, Pm sure.” “No; Carl Oakley is a coward as well asa traitor, Oh, Nora, he has destroyed the Post, and I know not whether any commiclooolkks.Golin)