"Besides, the game is not played out,--I may yet prove the first one in.

But see! if I mistake not, here comes the chief of all these devils." The new-comer strode down the high bank alone, and was greeted noisily by our captors.

It was the same Indian that had halted Captain Wells the day previous; and he looked us over with a contemptuous sneer that curled his lips and transformed the whole expression of his hideously painted face.

I noted that he paid but small heed to either De Croix or myself, contenting his vengeance with sharp kicks at our prostrate bodies; but as he came to Burns, he paused, bending down till he could peer into the old borderer's upturned face.
"Bah! I know you," he said, brokenly.

"You Ol' Burns.