Chapter 48 No.48

"Why, he's collared your new gun, Coke," shouted Fred, who had jumped up into the waggon in which the Indian had ridden and was making a hurried search, "And-whew! my little valise as well."

The gun was a large-bore rifle of a new pattern, which Coke had only obtained with difficulty at the last moment; but even this theft, annoying as it was, w