The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-04-25
CHAPTER II.

DAUGHTER OF THE PLAINS.
The strange scene which had arisen between
the scout and the savage had singular termi-
nation.
AS Kit, revolver in hand, faced Fleet Foot
but without daring to advance a single
step, lest the unscrupulous wretch should kill
the unfortunate girl-he was suddenly startled
to see that the girls eyes had opened widely,
brightly, and consciously upon him.
Before he could move, however-before he
could even fully realize that the captive was
conscious and observant-she had passed
from under the uplifted hand and murderous
knife of the half-breed, and was descending
to the bottom of the creek
At the same instant wild appeal for help
burst from her.
''Save me save MOI
The swift CLEANS of lightning do not move
quicker than Kit responded to that cry.
At single bound he was upon the half
breed, whom he stretched senseless and
bleeding with furious blow upon the head
from his revolver.
Thus stricken PROSTATE and helpless, the
miscreant was instantly bound.
''Thank Heaven" then murmured a voice
that was singularly musical, despite its into
nation of excitement
Kit sprang to the maiden and cut her
bonds.
Never was seen a fairer, brighter, or
sweeter picture of womanhood than that she
presented.
She was scarcely sixteen, and was even
small for her age; but her 1.-the, lovely figure
possessed remarkable strength and agility,
and its rare qualities were further enhanced
10y soul of the most glorious type
''You have saved my life, Mr.. Carson, she
Immediately added, grasping his hand
''saved me from a fate worse than thousand
deathsl thank you from the depths of my
soul, and shall remain your grateful debtor
forever!"
Thoughts of the dreadful fate from which
he had saved her-thoughts of the misery
that would be spared to her loved ones by her
preservation-caused the slight figure to
sway and tremble, for a moment like reed
in the blast, and Kit felt tears of joyous
gratitude falling upon the hand she had so
feelingly imprisoned.
''You are not seriously injured ?" he asked.
t'No, sir. Only little scared-a little tum-
bled -
'sYoure brave girl, see, said the scout,
with a heartiness that showed that her words
and bearing had gone to his heart "Your
face seems familiar to me, and l dare say
ought to speak your name as readily as you
have spoken mine, but somehow can't place
you"
ooh! everybody knows you, Mr.. Carson,
was the reioinder. 'But with me the case is
different. l am too small to be remembered.
I must tell you, therefore, that l am Efie
| Lyon.
''Not Colonel Lyons daughter ? Colonel
Lyon of New Mexico?"
eyes, sir. am Colonel Lyons daughter!
''What the very girl who has been al
school for year past in Leavenworth ?"
''The very same, Mr.. Carson J"
At this assurance the countenance of the
scout fairly beamed upon Miss Lyon. He
again took her hand with a fatherly tender
| ness.
s'Youn excuse me, Effie," he said. 81
ought to have remembered you at sight. My
excuse is that l am always wanderer-
always on the wing; and that succession OF
new faces is every day presented to me
There is another excuse, too, Effie, in youl
case; it has been some time since saw you.
The small face became wreathed with
look of contentment.
s'And now, to explain matters" continued
Kit, gancing at the half-breeds prostrat,
figure, and perceiving that he was still un
conscious. '"Tell me your story first
''It is not long one, began Effie. ga
Won seem to be aware, have been attending
school in Leavenworth. 1t was agreed tina
father hsould come for me at vacation"
''Let me tell you why he didn't, interrupte
the scout. ''He was nearly killed, about tn
twentieth of June, IN an encounter with th
redskins, and for ten days lay between lf
and DEATH"
, Father nearly killed." faltered Eff
more disturbed by this news than she ha
been by her late terrible peril. Sand kne
nothing of it!'
''But he's out of danger now, resume
q Eit, ''and viii soon be himself again"
''But why didn't Edgar come for me, fath'