The San Francisco call., 1898-01-30

war chief without opposition. The b son of Mah-C -Coh-Gah, the chief
 who had been killed in the duel D on the beach with Ghoor-Ghee-
 Tee, heard of the coming of Binnie and drowned. He rallied all his friends, many of them chiefs in small villages to support his claim to be the head of his people. Nightly there were signal fires burning upon the surround ing mountains and the chiefs in all the country saw the signals and gathered at the call of Peloto, Nah Coh-Gah's son.
 Not Less active was Koti in favor of Binnie, and, as he had many friends, he succeeded in getting half the party of chiefs on his side. Pending the ques- tion who would be the chief, Kemona was busy and brought daily reports to Binnie.
 ''It is about an even chance whether we get away from here alive, Binnie," Kemona said one night.
 Binnie was sitting on the ground watching his dinner, which was cooking in front of the grass -thatched hut that he and Kemona had built with their own hands. KemOna, looking every inch like a native chief, stood near holding his war club.
 T am determined to be the war chief if I can," answered Binnie, because there is no other way for us to reach
 
 Afarkise.'
 That is right, Binnie But Peloto Is very angry and you must look out for him. If he was out of the way our course would be clear. As he is here, the only sure way for you to become the chief is to show them enough tricks of the white men to astonish them and make them a little afraid of you"
 'Very well. I will first challenge him to show to the chiefs who is the better marksman, and will stake my chances on that test.''
 Peloto laughed savagely when he heard of this. He at once agreed. He came with bows and arrows and spears and slingS and handed them con- temptuously to the white boy
 ''I will try him first with bow and arrows" Binnie told Kemona.
 But you are no match for Peloto with bow"
 Binnie smiled. He had passed two summers among the Muscogee Indians when his father was an army officer and he was confident that he would give a good account of himself and of his teacher, a great Muscogee chief.
 Peloto fixed an arrow on his bow string and aimed at an eagle that flew overhead. Binnie was changing the feathers on his arrows but looked up to see the eagle suddenly stop in his course and fall toward Peloto. Quick as thought he had an arrow and twang went his bow. When the eagle fell there were two arrows through its body, one of which was Binnie's that he had shot when the bird was dropping through the air with the speed of a rocket
 Huh, huh, huh" said the chief, looking at Binnie favorably. Pelotos eyes flashed fire.
 Again he aimed an arrow and twanged his bow-string. The shaft few high, fell in a curve and pierced the body of a small squirrel, which it pinned to a tree. Binnie had another arrow ready and let fly. He was more careful about his aim. His arrow struck the one shot by Peloto squarely on the end, splitting the shaft.
 A murmur arose among the chiefs They had never seen any shooting like this. Peloto threw down his bow in anger.
 Arrows are the playthings of boys he said. "but what will the white boy do when the battle rages? Will he lead our braves with the spear?"
 'Ha, ha," laughed Binnie, when this was repeated to him. "Peloto would be a poor man for me to meet in battle ii he knows no more about spear than he knows about the bow and arrow"
 Dog, dog" growled Peloto, darting forward, half crazed with rage, but