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“> A 4 i. raed 4 it yur . rh -* * ; ea et i: eK Dontercict ‘and : an Attack. 109 “IT reckon Gray Fox means eee ” said Reily, “but so do we, for that matter. ‘T'ell the chief he can't have erase Tell him we admit that he and his people have been deeply wronged, but that the Great Father will deal with the murderer, and punish him to the full. Give him to understand that if he attempts any violence, he and his tribe will be wiped off the earth, and tell him this is our last word. “I think that will settle the old codger, ’ Reily added to his companions, as the trumpeter began to translate the speech. “It’s a bold bluff, and the chief will think twice before he bucks against Uncle Sam. But there’s no tell- ing what he'll do. Be ready to get under cover, men, if it comes to the worst.” A moment later the defiant reply had been delivered word for word, and as the trumpeter ended a breathless silence fell. For a few seconds Gray Fox sat like a rock. Then, without deigning to answer, he suddenly wheeled his pony around and dashed in a half-circle back to his” braves, stopping again with his face to the troopers. “What acs that mean?” exclaimed Linn. “Are ne going to——” | “Whoop!? Gray Fox’s voice rang loud and shrill, and | up went his right arm as a signal. That quickly there was an answering burst of yells, and forward on a gallop came the whole line of Sioux—a seething mass of plunging hoofs and gleaming weapons, bronzed faces and fluttering blankets and plumes. “They mean murder—take shelter and be ready,” cried ; Private -Reily, his voice mingling with a howl of fright ~ from Harkness and the crack of Indian rifles. | In a trice the troopers: had swarmed into the cabin, pullets pattering around them as they went. They Br : goers down i Baht and left of the doorway, and each Bs ‘ x fae comicbooks.com