We'd make a poor fist at trying a woman by Lynch law, if you had done what you meant to." "Then I go, and few will be the white faces I ever see again!" she cried.
The next moment she passed out, and as the crowd followed to see whither she went, she was seen to spring on a coal-black horse which stood unhitched before the door, and on it she rode at wild speed away toward the north-west, while a saddled but unridden mustang followed close behind her.
The course she took led toward the regions where Sitting Bull, in force, awaited the attack of the soldiers then on his trail.
[THE END.] "DIAMOND DICK, JR'S TRUNK CHECK; or, THE MAN IN THE SILVER MASK," by W.
B, Lawson will be published in the next number (193) of the DIAMOND DICK LIBRARY..