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When night had fallen over the prairie, and the bull-frog and the

cricket filled the lower air with a confusing din of small sounds,

thirty dusky warriors, mounted upon their ponies, with Tall Elk and

Jean at their head, crossed over the ridge and struck out for White

Oaks An hour's ride brought the through the grove Jean's s

with foul expectation--he was thinking of his lovely booty, safe

under the lock and key of his hideous little Metis mother

"Let us spread our force now, chief," he whispered to Tall Elk And

we leave the their circle of horses, stealthily and swiftly,

around the silent cottage