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It was plain that the Indian poachers were made up of rebellious Blackfeet, who could not be kept on the reservation, and their faces showed they were the very worst sort. Having been caught almost in the act of killing game within the park, and believing the two lads had no friends near by, the dusky villains might not hesitate at outright murder spurred on by their greed for plunder, lust for blood, and a desire to keep the boys from notifying the soldiers of the presence of Indians on forbidden ground.

      Frank fully understood their peril, and he felt that they would be lucky indeed if they escaped with their lives.

      He blamed himself for running into the trap in such a blind manner, and still he felt that he was not to blame. He had seen moving figures at a distance, and, as the Indians were keeping under cover, in order to creep upon the buffalo, he had no more than caught a glimpse of them. They were dressed in clothes they had obtained by trade or plunder from white men, and so, at a distance and under such circumstances, it was not remarkable that Frank had not noted they were savages.

      In a few moments Half Hand seemed to bring the most of the Indians to his way of thinking, and he again turned on the boys.

      "Good white boys," he croaked, craftily. "Don't be 'fraid of Injuns. Injuns won't hurt um."

      "We are not afraid of you," returned Frank; "but you want to keep your distance, or you will get hurt by us."

      "Thot's roight, begorra!" cried Barney, fingering his Winchester. "It's stoofed to th' muzzle, this ould shootin' iron is, wid grapeshot an' canister, an' av Oi leggo wid it, there won't be a red nagur av yez left on his pins."

      "Injuns want to talk with white boys," said the half-blood, edging nearer, inch by inch. "Injuns want to hold powwow."

      "We are not at all anxious to hold a powwow with you. Stand where you are!"

      Up came Frank's rifle a bit.

      It was plain that the red ruffians meant to make an assault, and the moment was at hand. They were handling their weapons in a way that told how eager some of them were to shed the blood of the boys.

      Barney, in his characteristic, devil-may-care manner, began to hum, "My Funeral's To-morrow." He seemed utterly unable to take matters seriously, however great the danger.

      A moment before the rush and encounter must have taken place, all were startled to hear a merry, childish laugh, and a voice saying:

      "I knowed I'd find tomebody tomewhere. I wants to tome down. Tate me down, please."

      On the top of the bluff, forty feet above the heads of the Indians, stood a little girl, dressed in white. She had golden hair and blue eyes, and, on her lofty perch, she looked like a laughing fairy.

      "Mother av Mowses!" gurgled Barney.

      "A child!" exclaimed Frank, astonished. "Here!"

      The Indians muttered and hesitated. Half Hand still urged them on, but it was plain that they believed there was a party of white persons near at hand, and they feared to attack the boys. The urging of the half-blood was in vain, and he was forced to give it up.

      Then he turned fiercely on the boys, snarling:

      "Good thing for you your friends come! They no come, we kill you and take your guns! Mebbe we see you 'gain some time bimeby."

      Then the Indians turned and quickly scudded away, soon disappearing from view amid some pines.

      Frank drew a breath of relief.

      "That was a close shave," he muttered.

      "Begorra! It was thot," nodded Barney. "Av it hadn't been fer th' litthle girrul, we'd lost our scoolps Oi belave."

      "The little girl!" exclaimed Frank. "She appeared like a good fairy, and——"

      "Dat's my name. Mamma talls me Fairy Fay."

      She was still standing on the bluff, and she had heard Frank's words. Now she held out her arms to him, crying:

      "Tome tate me down. I wants to tome down."

      "Get back from the edge, dear," Frank quickly called. "You may fall. We will come up to you as soon as possible."

      "Tome wight away."

      "Yes, we will come right away."

      "I's tired playing all alone—an' I's hundry," said the sweet little voice. "I's awsul hundry. You dot somet'ing dood to eat?"

      "You shall have something to eat very soon, if you will keep back from the edge, so you'll not fall down," assured Frank.

      He then directed Barney to remain there and watch her, cautioning her to keep back, while he found a way to reach the top of the bluff.

      Frank hastened away, looking for some mode of getting there. In a short time, he found a place to ascend, and lost no time in doing so.

      When he came panting to the top of the bluff, the little girl was waiting, having seated herself contentedly on a stone, where she could call down to Barney.

      Seeing Frank, she held out her arms, crying:

      "I's awsul glad you tome! I'll be your Fairy now."

      "You have been my good fairy to-day, little one," he earnestly said, as he lifted her in his arms and kissed her cheek. "Without doubt you saved my life."

      "Mamma says I's pritty dood Fairy all the time."

      "I haven't a doubt of it."

      "But I's awsul hundry now. I touldn't find mamma, and I walked and walked, and I falled down and tored my dress, and I dot tired and awsul hundry, and I cwyed some, and nen I 'membered mamma told me it wasn't nice to cwy, and I walked again, and I heard somebody talkin', and I looked down and it was you."

      She ended with a happy laugh, clasping her arms about his neck.

      "Where is your mamma?"

      "Oh, I don't know now," she answered, a little cloud coming to her face. "I touldn't find her. You tate me to her."

      "You do not live near here?"

      "We live in New Yort."

      "New York?"

      "Yeth, thir. Dat's a dreat bid place wif lots and lots of houses."

      "Then you must be traveling with your mamma?"

      "I's trafeling wizout her now. We has had jes' the longest wides on the cars. And we stopped in lots of places, but we didn't find papa."

      "Then your papa is not with you?"

      "Papa goed away long time ago, and that made mamma cwy. I seed her weadin' a letter and cwyin' awsul hard, and papa didn't tome bat some more. You know where to find my papa?"

      "No, little one, I do not; but I will help you find your mother. What did you say your name is?"

      "Fay. Tometimes mamma talls me Fairy."

      "What is all your name—the rest of it besides Fay?"

      "Why, jes' Fairy. I's awsul hundry. Dot a tookie?"

      Finding himself unable to learn her full name from her lips, Frank started for the foot of the bluff, bearing her in his arms.

      CHAPTER XXVI.

       OLD ROCKS.

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      Barney was waiting, and he drew a breath of relief when Frank appeared with the child.

      "Oi wur afraid th' litthle darlint would tumble off bafore ye could rache her," he said.

      "But I tept wight away from the edge, same as you toldt me to," chirped Fay, cheerfully. "If I did tumbled, you tould catch me."

      "Begorra! Oi wur ready to thry it, me swate."

      "You never wanted to see

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