"Look what the oseberds be at, Savage!" roared a huge Devonshireman, spurring his horse furiously in pursuit of a small batch of Indians who were galloping for the hills.
"After 'em," echoed the defenders of the store; and Savage and five others rode madly in the Devonshireman's wake.
Confident of success now that their friends had returned,
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