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‘aul a All this was ALY reasoning, as te as i went he it ae OS td not make Linn’s hopes any brighter. On the con- _ trary, the situation looked very black indeed to the lad. -- He was a helpless prisoner on his way to some impene- trable mountain fastness. Reily would report him dead, and, therefore, no special pursuit would be made in his behalf. There was little chance of rescue otherwise, - since Flying Thunder and his braves would take good _ care to keep out of the way of the soldiers. “The worst of it is, that my life may be in danger,” Linn went on to reason. “I believe they hold me re- _ sponsible for Reily’s getting away to warn the troops, and took me prisoner so that they might gratify their revenge at leisure. The Sioux are not much in the habit __ Of torturing white prisoners in these times, but they may make an exception in my case. Well, it won’t do any good to think about it, so I'll try to look on the bright side. I may be rescued, or perhaps I will find a chance ~ to escape. And if | get back to my command I'll have _ witnesses enough to clear me from any talse charges Captain Norman may. bring.’ By such reflections as the above Linn managed to keep up his spirits fairly well as he rode on through the long afternoon. But he suffered terribly from his wound and 2 3 trom his cramped and awkward position, and finally one a of his captors had to mount behind him to keep him from foe stalling. The trail led through deep gorges and over precipit- a ous cliffs, where a misstep would have meant death, and - the general direction was to the northwest. ‘Twice smaller parties of Sioux joined Flying Thunder’s band from the mountain passes to the south, and just at twi- — ee light the whole cavalcade rode down into a little valley — surrounded by lofty hills, and with a “sparkling river Se: : ee between ievel SUR land. ie ae Ae oy 4 eg 44 arts “=? s ial De pat Fes Lo. ae li.“ sd . . . - ® : * AP a tie ras :? > bane Lg ret oe AS, ew) RE JOR SR 4 eA, af at a ae 8 Pretne i : ps si - WES I ge * ee SI OP ON nee St ee ee ee eS ar ae Fee NT ee hE Le | ie ae AY |. | APT), VA re A ome io hs $' =