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ground was trampled as though b,
the hoofs OF score OF ponies. TIL
top OF the mountain was rough ant
rocky. The search.party, led by thu
father OF the lost child, took up th'
trail of the ponies and followed it fo
several miles. The country grew
rougher and rougher, and it was
difficult matter to follow the trail
Finally Mr.. Daulton, practiced front
iersman that he was, was obliged tc
stop. .
men," he said. "Poor little Willy"
He sank down upon a rock and
buried his face in his hands. He was
q strong, brave man,lwho never quail.
ed in the face of danger. Now the
thought of his little son, in the hands
of ruthless and bloodthirsty savages,
completely unnerved him, and he
groaned aloud in his agony.
II tell you what, Cap'n Jim," said
the black herder Madison, dat yer
child is sure huff los. Deres only one
man kin fin him"
"Apd that MANI" cried the father,
starting up. Speak! Who can find
him.
Dat yere ranger man, Pache
Georgel"
The words of the black man and
his confidence in the ability of Apa-
che George to find little Willy put
new life into the whole party.
Madison is right, father" cried
Jack. Apache George can follow the
trail over hard rock as easily as we
can through q bog"
Run back to camp, son, as fast as
you cam" commanded Mr.. Daulton,
and Jack started.
Hold on one minute, continued
his father, and the impetuous boy
stopped. Saddle the gray pony and
60 to the ranger camp. Tell Captain
Neviu what has occurred, and hurry
back"
All right" cried jack, and he again
started on a run.
The remainder of the party went
more slowly. 1t was hard matter to
comfort the grief stricken mother,
mourning for the loss of her baby. ALI
had confidence in Apache Georges
ability to follow up the Indian trail
and recover the stolen child-all but
the mother. Her grief was poignant
and unreasonable.
It seemed hours before Jack re-
turned, but it was hardly yet noon
when he rode into camp in company
with Apache George. The scout, from
long experience among just such
troubles as drove everybody in the
Daulton camp nearly crazy, was cool
and seemingly unmoved. He did not
but asked several questions
from the saddle. A great black dog,
the property of the scout, and his in
separable companion, ran about the
camp and whined. Apache George
noticed the dogs agitation.
Buster misses him." he said. II
reckon between him and me and
Cougar" and he patted his horses
neck, we can find him.
"You will not so alone?" asked Mr..
Daulton.
"Yes. Victories been seen out to-
ward the Gaudsloupes at the head
If two hundred and fifty warriors.
He's headed this way. Our company
start on scout this evening. The
captain could only spare me. Ireckon
this was part of Victories band. I'll
follow the trail and do the best I can.
You had better round up, and go
back to the post. Going to be hot
times here directly. If discover any
thing, will send you word. Come Bus
ter, Adoisi"
And before any one could ask any
more questions, or offer any sugge,-
tons, Apache Georg. had dashed into
the cane brake. They saw him again
as he mounted the cliff. He looked
back, waved his hand, land disappeared
on the top of the mountain.
Mr.. Daulton profted by the advice
of the scout and returned to Fort
Davis with his focks and family.
Two days after he left Victoria camped
at the water-hole in the canyon of
the Lone Cottonwood. Every one
knows the history of that daring
chiefs reckless and brilliant dash
along the frontier, his pursuits into
Mexico by the rangers, and the dis
persion of his band by General Ter
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