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196 - Linn’s Fellow Prisoner. © at the Indian school. ‘I wish you had come a little sooner. Then Flying Thunder might have refused to join Gray Fox, and there would have been no outbreak.” “Flying Thunder glad to go on the warpath,” mut- tered Deerfoot. ‘Nearly all the Sioux out now. They stay out through winter—kill heap soldiers. No go back to reservation. Mebe find new hunting-grounds over the Canada border in the spring.” “T hardly think you will,” Linn imprudently said. “The troops are sure to get the upper hand long before the winter ends. Your people may be outwitting them now “No talk that way,’ Deerfoot interrupted, sharply, and with a frown, “You tell me why you wear soldier, clothes, Linn—why you come away from Carlisle.” “I came away because I quarreled with my father,” Linn answered. “He disowned me and drove me from home. But he was unjust and in the wrong, though he _ did not know that. So then I enlisted in the army. ,I had aiways wanted to be a soldier, and this outbreak gave me a lift up the jong of promotion. I was made a corporal not long ago.” He went on to speak of his life at Fort Sandiman, and of his recent adventures;*touching briefly on the fight up the gorge, and the escape from the ledge of himself and Private Keily. ‘Me sorry to hear this,” said Deerfoot, who had lis- ‘tened to the narrative in grim silence. “That why my _ people want to burn you at the stake—because the other ‘man with you get away to bring soldiers.” “Then Reily escaped, did he?’ inquired Linn, forcing _ himself to speak without any trace of the joy that was in his heart. “And he brought the relief force? Tell me what happened, Deerfoot. Was there a fight?” “Much big fight,’ Deerfoot answered cae Pes te 33 a. d pay ti Ga ‘ 1 j ‘ i te ; Tay ime Ack te A V9) piace 5 ae . <y Le re, : z aw, “ ny ae Tie id a ae g% ty be tate 2 . “ ‘ re ee IS 7 eat: ae. ae Ty tt lag ed iS be Sti ONS & et PIMA AG feb Scag! * fy ‘sep Ast