"There be a good many ways. They might have stuck little wooden pegs in
your hide, then set fire to 'em, and then walked ye round for fireworks;
or they might fill your ears with powder, and tech it off, and then
watched the iligant exprission of your countenance. Or they might lave set
ye to running up and down between two rows of 'em, about eight or ten
miles long, while aich stood with a big shillalah in his hand, and banged
ye over the head with it as ye passed. There be a good many ways,
according to what Soot told me, but that's enough to show ye that Lone
Wolf and his folks wouldn't have been at a loss to find delightful ways of
giving the little childher the innocent sport they must have."

"I shouldn't think they would, if that's the kind of fun they like,"
replied the horrified boy. "I've thanked the Lord hundreds of times that
He helped me get out of Lone Wolf's clutches, and my dread is that he may
catch us before we can get out of the mountain. I don't believe we could
find as good a chance as I did the other night."

"Ye're right; that thing couldn't happen ag'in. Lightning doesn't strike
twice in the same place; but we've got good horses, and if he don't pin us
up in the pass, I think our chance is as good as could be asked."

"That's what troubles me," said Fred, who was galloping at his side, and
who kept continually glancing from the tops of the rocks upon the right to
the tops upon the left. "You know there are Indians all over, and I wonder
that some of them haven't seen us already. S'pose they do, and they're
behind us, they can signal to somebody ahead, and the first thing we know,
they've got us shut in on both sides."

"That thing may happen," replied Mickey, who did not appear as
apprehensive as his young friend; "but I have the best of hope that the