In Barracks and Wigwam — page 207: what you’re looking at

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“pant S ‘Fellow. Prisoner. 197 of ebldiers come—shoot and Ghee beat the Sioux off. Lots of my people killed, and lots of soldiers.” “And the soldiers up in the valley on the ledge—were they rescued?” Linn demanded. Deerfoot shook his head. : ‘All killed,” he muttered. “Some of Gray Fox’s braves climb up rocks’ before daylight—before soldiers come to . kelp. sie HOt there then, but next day me see the scalps. 5o many.” He held up five fingers and a thumb. “All six of them dead,’ Linn exclaimed, hoarsely. “My poor, brave comrades.” He did not doubt the story, and for a moment or two he could not speak. He felt a burning rage and thirst for vengeance as he pictured the death struggle at the base of the cliff, and tears of pity forced themselves into his eyes. “What has happened during the past week?” he asked, finally. “Where are the soldiers now?” “Everywhere,” replied Deerfoot. “They hunt and hunt, and can’t find Indians. Sioux too cunning for them. They hide Kere and there in scattered bands. Mebbe come together soon.’ “And where have you been while I was a prisoner ?” “Me out on war-path with braves,’ was the proud re- sponse. ‘Me kill and scalp like big chief. Me take prisoner Deerfoot paused abruptly, and came a step nearer. “Linn, you no tell me all,” he said, in a crafty tone. “Why your father drive you from home? Did you steal that money?” “Do you think I’m a thief?” Linn cried, indignantly. “You know me better than that. 1 wouldn't have sus- pected you of such a a thing. Do you believe I stole that ereoneyt Tell me.” | ic | | com cbooks co Peels j Pe 24 ays ay Meta) 2 rah AS t