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Down with the reds! came in the ringing voice of Jack Rasco, and he appeared from out of a cloud of smoke, closely followed by Dan Gilbert and Dick.
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Pawnee! Am I in time? I hope ter Heaven I am!
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Jack! cried the great scout. A slash of Rasco's hunting knife and he was free.
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Good for you!
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We plugged the three of 'em, said Gilbert.
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I knocked thet one,
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I hit the Indian with the yellow plume,
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That was Yellow Elk, said Rasco.
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But whar is he now?
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He must not escape! cried Pawnee Brown.
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I have an account to settle with him for starting that fire.
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But whar is Nellie?
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She ran away when the other Indians came to Yellow Elk's assistance,
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Then she can't be far off.
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Let us hunt for her at once,
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Never mind, Dick, yer don't think no more of her nor I do, said Rasco.
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Which way, Pawnee?
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This way, boys. The scout turned to the Indian who had been wounded.
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Dead as a door nail. Pity it wasn't Yellow Elk.
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So say I, answered Rasco.
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But we'll git him yet, mark my words!