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He stopped about six feet from me and shook his fist . . . . Frontispiece. 



Our hut in the Thickwood Hills 33 



I drew my revolver and fired at him . . . . . . . . . . 91 



He removed his blanket, in spite of the rain, and wrapping the 



musket in it laid it down . . . . . . 139 



I was surprised to see a waggon on the bank . . . . . . . . 149 



I fired at his chest . . . . . . . . . . , . . . 207 



The Comanches made a rush at us . . 223 



My pony spun round so quickly . . . . . . 299 



I saw a row of shining copper-coloured faces . . . . . . . . 337 



