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  CHAPTER XXVI.

  THE BOOMER AND THE BULL.

  For the moment it looked as if Pawnee Brown meant to let the mad bullgore him to pieces.

  On and on came the beast until less than two yards separated him and thegreat scout.

  Crack! came the report of the boomer's pistol, and the bull fell back apace, clipped between the horns. A lucky swerve downward had saved himfrom a bullet wound through the eye.

  There was no time for another shot. With a bellow the bull leaped theintervening space and landed almost on top of Pawnee Brown!

  A yell went up from those who saw the movement.

  "Pawnee is done fur. The bull will rip him inside out."

  "Buckley ought to have killed that bull long ago--that's the second timehe's gone on a rampage."

  "Somebody shoot him and save Pawnee!"

  The last was a well meant cry, but a shot could not be thought of, forman and beast were too close together.

  But Pawnee Brown was not yet defeated. He still held his trusty huntingknife, and he was not terrorized as some of the onlookers imagined.

  A few words will explain the cause. In his day the scout had visitedMexico more than once, and while there had participated in more than onebull fight, on one occasion defeating a celebrated Mexican fighter andgaining a handsome prize.

  As the mad bull charged, the scout leaped like lightning to one side,and drove the hunting knife up to the hilt into the beast's throat.

  There was a spurt of blood, a bellow of pain, and the bull staggeredback several steps.

  He was badly wounded, but by no means out of the fight, as his glaringeyes still showed. He shook his head vigorously, then charged again.

  Once more the knife went up and came down, this time just below thebeast's ear. A fearful bellow came after the stroke. Before the bullcould retire, the knife was withdrawn and plunged in a third and lasttime. This third stroke wound up the encounter, for limping to one sidethe bull fell forward upon his knees, gave a kick or two with his hindlegs, and rolled over on the prairie grass, dead.

  "Hurrah! Pawnee has killed him."

  "Talk about yer bull fighters! They ain't in it with Pawnee!"

  "Yer saved my life," exclaimed Clemmer, who had risen. "I shan't forgetyer, Pawnee," and he held out his broad hand for a shake.

  The bull dead, Pawnee Brown called Buckley up and gave him a lecture fornot having killed the vicious beast long ago.

  "You have no business to bring such a bull into camp in the first place,Buckley," he said. "Be more careful in the future, or you'll have to getout, bag and baggage. That bull might have killed half a dozen peoplehad he charged the crowd."

  A short while after this the great scout and Clemmer set off fromHonnewell along the ravine in search of Dick, Rasco and Nellie Winthrop.The cheering news from Washington had set Pawnee Brown at rest so far ashis duty to the boomers was concerned, and he felt quite free to pursuehis own affairs and those of his immediate friends.

  "If possible I would like to meet Louis Vorlange and have a talk withhim," he said to Clemmer, after having related what had occurred nearPeter Day's home. "I think that spy can clear up much of this mysteryconcerning Mortimer Arbuckle, if he will."

  "It ain't likely he'll open his trap," answered Clemmer. "By doin' thethe'd only be gettin' himself in hot water."

  "We'll make him speak," was Pawnee Brown's grim response.

  An hour of hard riding brought them to the spot where Dick had beenleft. Not a single trace of the lad could be found. Both men lookedblank.

  "Bet he's wandered off and got lost," said Clemmer, and Pawnee Brownnodded.

  "We'll strike off eastward, Cal, and see if we can't find some trace ofhim. It is no use of going westward. If he had gone that way, he wouldhave reached the ravine and come up into Kansas."

  Once again they set off. An hour was spent here and there, when suddenlyClemmer uttered a cry.

  "Been a struggle hyer, Pawnee. See them footprints?"

  "Three people," answered the scout, making an inspection. "A boy, a girlor a woman, and an Indian. Can they have been Dick, Nellie Winthrop andYellow Elk? Hang me if it doesn't look like it."

  "Hyer's where the trail leads off," said Clemmer. "And that's the boy's.Can't see nuthin' o' the gal's."

  "That means the Indian carried her off," ejaculated Pawnee Brown. "Letus follow his trail without delay."

  "But the boy's?"

  "You follow that, and I'll follow the redskin. If he had the girl I wantto know it."

  A few words more and they separated. Pawnee Brown was on his mettle andfollowed Yellow Elk's trail with all the keenness of an Indian himself.In half an hour he had reached the brook. Here he came to a series ofrocks and was forced to come to a halt.

  But not for long. Fording the water-course, he began a search whichspeedily revealed the trail again, leading to a small river a quarter ofa mile further on.

  He followed the river for less than fifty feet, when a number of voicesbroke upon his ears.

  "I'm sure I saw the redskin on the river, and he had a girl with him,Ross."

  "You must have been dreaming, Tucker. No redskins up here."

  "All right, I know what I am talking about."

  "I think I saw something, too," said a third voice, that of Skimmy, thecalvary man.

  The three calvary men were out on a scouting expedition, to learn if theboomers were in the vicinity of the river.

  Tucker especially was on the lookout for Pawnee Brown, determined tobring the great scout down and thus win the reward Louis Vorlange hadpromised.

  The scout listened to the talk of the cavalrymen for fully ten minuteswith great interest.

  He had just started to move on, satisfied that it would be of no benefitto remain longer, when Tucker turned and walked his horse directlytoward the spot where he was concealed.

  "A boomer behind the brush!" shouted the cavalryman. "Come, boys, andtake him!"

  Immediately there was a rush, and Pawnee Brown was surrounded. He hadhis pistol out and in return came the weapons of the trio.

  "Well, gentlemen, you seem to want to make me your prisoner," said thescout, coolly.

  "Thet's wot," cried Ross. "Eh, Tucker?"

  To make Pawnee Brown a prisoner would be of no personal benefit to him.

  "You seem to bear me a grudge," said the boomer, eying him sharply.

  Tucker could not stand that gaze and his eyes dropped.

  "Yes, you're a prisoner," said Ross. "Let's bind him up, Skimmy."

  "Take that!"

  Pawnee Brown leaped forward and hurled both Ross and Skimmy to theground. Ere they could rise he had turned upon Tucker. The tall calvaryman had his pistol cocked, and now he blazed away almost in PawneeBrown's face, and then both went down, with the scout on top.

  The flash of the pistol had scorched the boomer's skin, but the bulletsung over his head, missing him by less than an inch. As he came downupon Tucker he hit the cavalryman a terrific blow in the jaw, breakingthat member and knocking out several teeth.

  "On him!" yelled Skimmy, and tried to rise. But now Pawnee Brown wasagain up, and flung Skimmy on top of Ross. In a moment more he wasrunning along the river bank.

  He was almost out of sight, when there came two shots, from Ross andSkimmy. Neither hit him, however, and he continued on his way, while thetwo cavalrymen turned back to pick up Tucker, who lay in a heap,groaning and twisting from intense pain. The tall cavalryman could not,of course, talk, and his wound was so serious that there was nothing todo but to carry him to his horse, support him in the saddle and rideback to the fort for medical assistance. It was a clean knock-out, andone that Tucker had good cause to remember to the day of his death.

  It was some time ere Pawnee Brown struck the trail of Yellow Elk again,but having once spotted it he pursued his course with increased vigor.The trail led along the river to where there was almost a lake. This hadjust been reached, when he heard a scream. Instantly he recognizedNellie Winthrop's voice
.

  "Thank heaven I came as soon as I did," he murmured, and dashed forwardto the spot from whence the sound had proceeded.