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at his heels. * _ . a. > 2 “4 ee . - of age o« aad oa: <3 . opportunity. He glided from behind the rock and suddenly bumped into a lithe figure and grappled with it, only to find his fingers gripping the greasy body of a savage. Crooked Arm’s voice was gagged by a knife held between his teeth. He carried a revolver in one hand and a length of raw- hide in the other. It was patent he had witnessed the departure of the band and knew that but one man was left behind to stand guard. Uncle Dick caught him by the arm and shook him, whispering: ' “He must be taken alive. He knows something I must know. Count your coup by being the first to strike him with the empty hand.” Crooked\Arm put up his weapons and stole round the shack, Uncle Dick following The man Detel had managed to rise to his feet and was facing the fire, his mind reeling in confusion. Crooked Arm _leaped upon him and bore him to the ground and counted his coup just as Uncle Dick joined*him and gave a hand in using the rawhide. “What is the matter? Who is it at that door? I am Isobel Deland—a prisoner!”’. cried out the girl. “Thank God, Miss Mary—Miss Isobel, you’ve remembered your name!’ replied Uncle Dick. “Uncle Dick?” she tremulously queried. “Same old cuss,” he roared. ‘We'll have you out of there in a minute. The road-agents are attacked at both ends of the cafion. Hi! Crooked Arm! Back here behind the shack! Some of the devils are coming, chased in by Yellow Bear and his men! Miss Isobel, down on the floor! Bullets will be flying mighty soon.’ Down the cafion came the thundering clatter of horses ata mad gallop. The fore- most riders, with the masked leader at their head, swerved in toward the shack. Uncle Dick jumped into the flare of the fire, and the bandit leader exclaimed shrilly, raised a revolver and pulled the trigger, but the weapon was empty. As he hurled it aside and snatched another from under his cloak, Uncle Dick opened fire, causing the leader’s horse to leave the ground in a terrific spring. Crooked Arm raised the war-cry of the Arapaho and began firing wildly from the other corner of ‘the building. Gentleman Ralph plunged across the lane of light, his, é . : : > - 5 Oe Ge ». om, Om ES, = ‘ _ 2 — ey ) \ | rs Z : on " se ._ fos : y = >see Patt Ping ew X | (| Th& L ‘ NK\NI ¢ a oe v3 3 et ei, a” 1, de, Z 8 ae — men following, lying low in the saddle and firing at the mountaineer. ished down the cafion Yellow Bear and his braves raced exultingly into view. The chief was waving a ghastly trophy above his head, the sight of which caused Crooked Arm to howl most enviously. For a brief moment the Indians were to be seen and — then, like their quarry, they were swallowed up by the darkness. ‘“‘He’d rather have that scalp than five thousand dollars reward!’ snorted Uncle Dick, turning to the door and calling for Crooked Arm to join him. Crooked Arm, however, had surrendered °* The spectacle of his | to the lust of battle. chief pursuing the bandits and brandishing a scalp was too much for the young brave, and he forgot the carefully planned team- work with,the mountaineer. The oppor- tunity to win a great name and count many coups sent him running after his fellows, howling like a fiend. “Tf they’d only shut off their yelling till after it’s all over we might do something,” he muttered. ‘Now that young pup has left me to get Miss Isobel up the rocks alone. Hi, honey! It’s Uncle Dick. I’m coming in for to fetch you out of this hole.” E%] SHE did not answer him and for a is moment his heart seemed to cease laws’ random bullets had found its way through the flimsy shack. His trembling hand was fumbling at the heavy bar:across the door, when he was horrified to behold the outlaws retreating pell-mell from down the canon. Nor were the Arapahoes giving ground ahead of them as was to have been - expected. By some chance maneuver in the darkness at the mouth of the cafion Chuckle-Luck’s band had joined forces with the men under Gentleman Ralph, and the united body had managed to swing clear of the Arapahoes and now had an open path to the back door with all the Indians behind them. From the heart of the blackness streaks of fire advertised the rear-guard action. Satanta continued to blow his bugle, but the outlaws were no longer to be fooled by him. - Bending over the man Detel the moun- taineer relieved him of the two revolvers in his belt and, seating .himself before the shack, began raking the head of the retreating column. He shouted hoarsely in As they van- beating. He feared one of the out-.