The morning times., 1896-11-15

but he could not resist the inviting look Of
the long clear pool. and cast his clothes
on the hank and dved in.
"Ir l only said Little Chief, as he
came up flowing, had brought some 9th sr
fellow along"
Al that ne heard chuckle, low, sym
pathetic bQyish chuckle, and he look ID
across the stream, and there stood watch
ing him, boy of about his own age.
1t was not a white boy; it was a little
Indian fellow, with a grave brown face,
and dirty shirt and deerskin moccasins
oil his feet, and, for clothing, nothing else
at ALL
"How?' said Charlie, for that is the
polite greeting on the plain.
How, John?" the Indian responded
gravely.
Heap fun, John, ontinued Little Chief,
gaining confidence in the gravity and Evil
demeanor of the other you swimming?''
With another solemn giggle the pa
poose gave sudden jerk to his shirt and
a kick TO his moccaSins, and, in q moment,
stood up to his neck in water by Charlie S
side. He proved to be Cha rlie's equal rae
ing and diving. Also he could do lots
of queer things under water. Little Chief
quite warmed to his new Acquaintance,
especially when, to prove he was friend
worth having, the Indian showed him rome
wild plums on the bank opposite to which
they had undressed. Charlie was feeding,
heartily on the fruit and not troubling
himself with his new acquaintance, when
he looked up from the bushes and found
himself alone.
"HullO!' cried Little Chief, "where
has that Injun gone to?''
And then he looked across the river and
saw an awful thing happening. The per.
fidious papooSe had quietly skipped across
the stream and had arrayed himself III the
white boys clothes.
wait till get there!'' screamed Char
lie. "Oh, I'm coming!" and he Carted
after the thief. To protect his body from
sagebrush and thorns he desperately slipped
on the discarded shirt and mecca sins
moment. but when he rose thus fortified
to continue the chase, the papoose had
dropped out of sight as mysteriously as he
had first appeared.
The redskin heard Little Chiefs shout
and spurted, and then the chase began. On
and on they sped, sobbing, painting, until
at last there stretched across their path
dusky ruin Of trees. 1t was the black
Ink forest, wood of scrubby, undergrown
oak, of which Little Chief had only heard.
When be saw in front, he pulled himself
together, and raced as he had never raced
before. He gained on the Indian; be was
almost on him at the woods edge; he gave
shout of triumph and sprang forward with
grasping hands, but, alas! the woods closed
thatinstant roundthethief. Charlie plunged
in and after. He caught a glimpse of his
own lost shirt and pants in the tungle OF
the tbicket, and followed them, but it was
too late, for the Indian had disappeared. and,
however deep Little Chief penetrated, he
saw the rascal no more.
So the night passed, a long, Long night
but when the mid hour vas left far behind, ,
the terrible quiet was broken by the sound
of q distant voice. Little Chief pricked
up his ears in hope and fear. He locked
away into the woods, and there lie Saw
the faint CLEAN OF light, the dusk y glow
Of n fire. Charlie dashed through theprllsh, 4,
tripped on the top of a bank, and rolled
down to find himself lying in front of a
fire and two startled men. u -
Little Chief." cried one, falling back
ssWhat on earthi How? Who sent you
What brings you? Where are the rest?"
'Farren.' shouted Little Chief. In his