The Rival Campers Ashore

to fifteen, by the shrewdness of his face, stood, with arms akimbo, gazing in rapturous admiration at a bill-board. It was a gorgeous and thr

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in manifest peril, should he miss the swinging trapeze at the finish of his flight, of landing within the wide open jaws of an enormous hippopotamus-designated in the picture as, "The Behemoth of Holy Writ." An alligator, sitting upright, and bearing the le

tails lashing, bloated serpents dangling ominously from the overhanging tree branches, w

im heave

see that Royal Bengal tiger that a

proceeded to turn himself upside down and walk upon his hands, waving his bare feet fraternally at the picture

aptor, good naturedly, "

grinned,

"Say, wouldn't you like to se

ed, setting Tim o

itham," he said. "They put that in to make people think

g his fingers on a single five cent piece, three wire nails

he replied.

vey took

" he said. "Where's

g-got the mon

hree other members of it besides Tim Reardon had sailed wi

Henry Burns and George Warren and me. Come

d the roar of carts, was frightening farmers' horses to the point of frenzy. Handsome, sleek horses, stepping proudly, were bearing their gaily dressed riders in cavalcade. And

n a street corner, with George Warren close by. Tim Rea

k!" he exclaimed all at once,

?" aske

r," cried Tim. "It s

he said. "He'd be scared to death of you. Here's the rea

entre the trunk of a small tree, to which was securely bound, by hand and foot, the figure of a huntsman, clad in garb of skins, buckskin leggings and

les' feathers flaunting, and wonderful to behold. Each bore in his right hand a gleaming tomahawk, which now and then was raised menacingly tow

poles, added to the picture. At the entrance to this there stood now a

s the perils of the plainsman in the midst of bands of cruel savages. It shows a captive bound to the stake and about to b

these three chiefs, Leaping Panther, Crazy Bear and Red Bull-a kinsman of the famous Sitting Bull-after one of the most desperate struggles ever

ous scout and the capture of Leaping Panther, Crazy Bear and Red Bull, will be enacted unde

Injuns, Jack. Look at the big one,

oup upon the float; for, at that moment, the great chief, Red Bull-kinsman to the sitting variety-turned and s

get you, Tim," sa

. "Bet I wouldn't like to b

Harvey, grinning at Ti

? Oh, they might do it, all right. You needn't laugh. I wouldn't like to be mas-sick-e

'-the book I told you about, eh?" said H

"Wouldn't I like to be Un-cus

rns. "Come on, we'll go

rappings, ridden by be-spangled men and women; chariots rumbled in mad races; bicyclists shot down fearful

s laid in the dust the painted warriors-barely in time to save Little Tim, also, from utter collapse. He emerged from the tent, some hour

ticket, but it was a delight to wander about the grounds; to climb upon the great carts and be chased off by angry circus

rs, their evening act over, hurried past him in a group and disappear

ung Joe Warren, who had seen the main circus in the afternoon and who was strolling in and about the side-sh

ment. "Say, what's the matter? Any of the snakes g

pursued. His very eyes seemed to have grown larger, and

w you something. Better'n snakes, a big

n the look-out, half suspecting it was one of Tim's tricks. They threaded their way through a maze of carts and circus paraphernalia, out to

inquired Joe Warren presently. "Y

and raising a hand to silenc

brought him to a stand-still and pointed toward a fig

asked Joe Warren, "I don't se

nearer. Whereupon he pointed gleefully at the face of the sleeper. Young Joe,

nly one of the Injuns. Saw 'e

steriously by an arm, drew him away a few

gave a sub

you're the craziest youngster. What put

y and Henry Burns, and the rest of the fellers. Gee! Joe, just think of it. A

with him if we g

ould,-take him off up stream to the camp and

s find Jack and Henry Burns and G

, when they had found the three a few moments lat

he said. "But how could w

n to the house for it, if you'll join. 'Twon't take more'n half an hour. You

elder brother's hesitation, darted away.

exclaimed. "We're not going to do any such fool th

t got his tomahawk nor any scalping knife

self up and fel

im, without the rest of u

he group, likewise flexed their bice

fraid," sa

Tom and Bob,

nd inside the tent was making loud music as a you

t the wagon over back in the grove, and some

e moments later, a band of boys approached noiselessly the place where he lay. The moment could not have been timed more oppo

ound securely about his ankles by George Warren, and made fast in sailor fashion, rendered him further helpless; while, at the same time, a long strip of cloth, procured by Young Joe for the purpose, and s

ll, bound and swathed, uttering smothered ejaculations through

ngest beyond all doubt that had come down to these shores since the days when the forefathers of circus chief

he was propped up against a thwart. In front of him, on guard, squatted Little Tim. Jack Harvey and Henry Burns took their places, respectively, at stern and bo

arty started forth. "We're well down to th

stream, with the moon coming up over th

rds, eked out with odds and ends of shingle stuff, with a rusty funnel protruding

arvey; and they grounded t

elplessly, was conveyed up the bank and set down against a convenient

h him, anyway, now we've got

en he's got to be sentenced to be put to torture and scalped and-and all that sort of thing. And then we'll dance around him and-and then by and by-well

wn near the shore, and casting

y lent colour to the picture by brandishing war-clubs and i

his assembled followers, "this is the great

im, "that's him. He killed

This is the cruel dog of the Wyandots; slayer of the brav

e killed him-in the b

Tim," said

ared Henry Burns, solemn

enry Burns, "delivered into our hands

joyously at this pr

w mercy to the slayer of the brave Uncas? Shall we be women and let him go, to ro

arvey. "The daring leader has

erwise Magua, the dog of

under the leadership of Henry Burns, performing a series of dances abou

ay you, men, shall we cast the lot to see who takes

ck was drawn by Little Tim

uge wooden affair, whittled out for the purpose. "The scalp of Magua the

nt. The fire-light cast its flickering glow upon the doomed chief, his captors and the exe

ing-knife descended upon the gorgeous head-piece of the victim, which

at an involuntary shudder went through the group, as though the act had really been accomplished. The flaunting head-piece of eagle feathers fell indeed away

n Indian, but upon a towsled top-knot of unmistakable red. While from the parted

be takin the hair off-yer little scallerwag-an the hide of yer, too. Sure an ye'll be doin some lively dancin' around whe

ed hand of Swift Foot, the scout. He stoo

aimed, gasping for breath

ive, wriggling in his bonds. "Lemme out er this, I tell yez. Sure an I've got a hand out now, and in a mi

om his bonds as well. Panic seized upon the brave scouts-a panic born of dread of what might be in store in days to come. There was a

hing words of wrath upon the night air; a figure clad in Indian finery, but bearing the likeness beneath his war-paint of Daniel O'Re