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82 Brave as he was, he stood not upon the order of his going, but wheeled and rode back towards the others, anxiously awaiting his return. He did not see the score of forms that gathered around Captain Rough, and cut him from the saddle. Not a word of pity fell from their lips; on the contrary, he was hurled to the ground with real forest brutality. He lay there like one dead until two men took a human body from a horse and placed it at his side. “They look alike!” said several voices. | “ Jest as if they might be brothers.” Did the words cause Captain Rough to start? With a groan he opened his eyes and saw the dead body beside him., Starting at the sight, he raised his own body on his elbow and looked down into the handsome but pallid face. “Dead!” he cried. “ We swore once that we would never recognise each other again ; hut you are dead, and I’m goin’ to break my oath before I die. My brother!” He said no more, for death, the relentless, put forth his hand, and Ruffian Rough fell forward upon the cold face of his brother, Captain Dave! , The Vultures, red and white, exchanged looks of surprise ; but did not speak. tn the middle of the night, with the starry cirdle of heaven above them, lay the forest captains—their days and nights of crime -passed for ever, and justice cheated at last. But it was the tardy justice of the courts. That forest retribution, dark and stern, had overtaken them in their guilt. * 2 * * J * One beautiful afternoon, several days afier the scenes just recorded, the voice of someone singing in the wilderness of Wiscon- siz filled the air with melody. The singer was a handsome boy, who rode a horse with gallant grace, and whose wealth of glossy hair was the only covering of which his head could boast. At his side rode a beautiful young girl of his own age, with her large, lustrous eyes fixed with love and ad- miration upon him, while he sang with all the ardour and zest of youth. . Just ahead of the happy couple a pair of horses bore two men who looked like back- woods rangers. , “The leetle one kin sing to his heart’s eontent!” said one of the men, glancing over his broad shoulder. ‘‘I wouldn’t stop him for the world. Sing on, my leetle chap, fur you hev sung yourself into a fortune, an’ a pretty wife. Jack, we'll stir the animiles when we git to Chicago!” OLD SHADOW-SHOT, Loud and long did Nightingale Nat sing the song of rejoicing, for the dangers which had environed him in the forest were over, and the city of his destination was not far away. The arrival of the little party at Chicago did create a commotion in well-known circles. A mother pressed to her heart a daughter whom a husband had dragged from her into the forests of the North-West, and one Geoffrey Nixon, a man of wealth, saw his ill- gotten estates’ fall into the hands of the re- —surrected heir ! Here let us end our story. ‘The Vultures, after the death of the forest Apollo, ceased to act as a band, and the roads that led through the wilderness be- came highways of travel. = Nightingale Nat, as we will call our young hero to the end, took possession of his for- tune, and entering business life in earnest, added much toit. In time he led Violet to the altar, and thus in the great city of the West was happily consummated the love bern in the hours of forest peril. As for Shadow-Shot and Jack Gustin, the whirl of city life swallowed them up to the world, but our young lovers never lost sight of the courageous twain. Their forest deeds did not pass unre- warded ; but the memory of the two captains —the strange brothers—died long ago! THE END. ‘ Subscription Postage Rates. One |Three| Six |Twlve PERIGDIGALS. = —|Week.| Mths. Mths.| Mths. My QUEEN - - | 2d. (2s, 2d./4s. 4d.'8s. 8d. ROMANCE - 2d. \2s. 2d./4s. 4d.'8s. Sd. HatF Ho.wipay - | 1dd. jls. 8d.\3s. 4d./6s. 8d, CHEERFUL - lad. |ls, 8d./3s. 4d./6s. 8d. TrRuE BLuE War Liprary | 14d. |1s. 8d.'3s. 4d.'6s. 8d. True Buvz - - | Id. {Is. 1d./2s. 2d.\4s. 4d. BOOKS. Ne Sa a Four Copies, Lanp & Sra - 3d. lld, DETECTIVE > 3d. lld. First-RateE - > 14d, 5d. INVENTION “ 14d. 54d. BoFrato Bruun + 14d. 54d, Tre-Top - ” 14d. 54d. A Send English Stamps or Postal Orders to Tue PUBLISHER, ALDINE PustisHine Company, Lip., Crown Court, Cuancery Lanz, Lonvon,_ Comicbooks: v,