In Barracks and Wigwam — page 218: what you’re looking at

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TBF ON ry pets a Pty te ~~ ~~) way “_ at yi * e ; eNO , d»" ie ace — «> 208 How Linn Repaid His Wrongs. “Linn, me here,” repeated Deerfoot. “Come, get up.” Receiving no answer, the Indian stood in silence over the motionless lad. Perhaps he pitied his apparent weari- ness, and for that reason did not waken him at once. In unchanging attitude he waited fully ten minutes, and then, stooping down, he tugged at Linn’s arm. ‘“Hullo—who’s that?” exclaimed Linn, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Oh, it’s you, Deerfoot. Ready, are your’ “You sleep sound, Linn. Me call you twice.” ~ “Did you?” replied Linn. “That’s too’ bad. I was sleeping like a rock.” He rose to his feet, yawned, and glanced into the now dark night. ‘If you don’t mind I'll wrap this blanket around me,” he added. “The air feels mighty cool.” | “Put blanket on,” assented Deerfoot. .““Heap cold outside.’’ | Linn quickly muffied the warm folds of the blanket around his head and shoulders, and followed Deerfoot from the lodge. ‘They passed silently by the guards at the entrance, and strode side by side among the sur- rounding groups of teepees. Down the hill a couple of fires were burning, and the restless stirring of the hobbled ponies was borne faintly upward on the breeze. Here and there a solitary brave loomed out of the darkness, but, in all, scarcely a dozen were up and stirring. _ “The rascals are sound asleep in the lodges,” Linn re- flected, with much satisfaction, “resting themselves for the march at midnight, and dreaming of the fun they are going to have in torturing Bruce. It won’t be my fault af they dont get badly fooled. So far the scheme promises well, but the worst is to come.” _ A moment later Deerfoot paused by a small teepee of skins that stood near the outer verge of the camp, and » was guarded by only two braves, who squatted before. ig