Summary

Col. J. M. Travers Custer's Last Shot; or, The Boy Trailer of the Little Horn

While she alone had been threatened Adele could not help being terror-stricken, but now the case was quite altered.
The revolver that had been knocked from Mason's hand (General Custer's revolver) lay near the young girl. Her eyes had followed its course through the air mechanically, and as she realized what power lay in the little weapon, her eyes flashed. She sprang forward and picked it up.
Just at this instant a man clad in a buckskin, and whose face bore the impress of nature's nobleman, stepped into view.
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Col. J. M. Travers Custer's Last Shot; or, The Boy Trailer of the Little Horn

Faithful Black Bess needed no second invitation, but darted away like an arrow shot from the bow, with Bolly swinging his rifle in the air, and shouting defiance to those who followed after.
His first thought was to make for the river and join the combatants on the other shore, but upon glancing across, such a mass of surging humanity met his gaze that Bolly was actually appalled. Besides, his pursuers were between himself and the water having come from that direction.
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Col. J. M. Travers Custer's Last Shot; or, The Boy Trailer of the Little Horn

From the pole of the lodge a long torch was stuck out, and the light of this served to illuminate the half where the men sat, but the cabin part was rather dim.
Guided by that sigh, however, the boy had little trouble in making out a small girlish form that crouched rather than sat upon a pile of furs, and seemed to be intently regarding the two men who laughed and grew merry over the whisky keg.
"Adele!" was the cry that arose to that brother's lips, but he bravely repressed it, and also the longing that had seized upon him to clasp that dear form to his breast and defy all enemies.
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