a88 LIVELY TIMES. 



" Yonder, in that hut ! He looked out, and they drew him back again," replied 

 the youth, pointing at the structure which he had been watching for several minutes. 



Without waiting for further questioning, Jack Harvey wheeled the head of 

 Apache toward the building, and speaking a single word, sent him flying at head- 

 long speed straight for the prison of Dick Brownell. 



" We're in for it now ! " exclaimed Mr. Godkin; " come on and look out for their 

 poisoned spears." 



The two, accompanied by Pongo, tore away at a furious rate after their leader. 

 The time for words had passed and that for hurricane action had come. 



A victory is often gained by promptness and vigor, when a moment's hesitation 

 would be fatal. 



The half dozen Korahs in front of Jack Harvey were stupefied for the moment 

 by the impetuous rush of the horsemen, but quickly regained their senses, and 

 started after them on a full run, brandishing their assagais and uttering cries of rage. 



The rush of the mounted men carried them beyond reach of their pursuers for 

 the moment, but directly in front of those crowded into the hut. 



Bob Marshall was right; Dick Brownell was in the structure, and, despite the 

 fearful risk he ran, he managed to catch sight of his friends. Not only that, but, 

 with a daring dash, he fought his way to the door and reached the outside. 



Prompted by some whim which cannot be firffy understood, the Korahs had 

 returned the lad his weapons after placing him within the hut under a guard, where 

 they impressed upon him by gesture that it would be certain death to try to escape, 

 or even to allow his friends to see him. 



But before handing the revolver back to him, the captors had rendered it harmless 

 by removing the charges. Then, as he dared not attempt to reload it in their 

 presence, they may have wanted to show him how they despised any demonstration 

 on his part, by placing his weapons in his possession again. 



Dick jammed the pistol in place, and, grasping only his knife, fought his way to 

 the outside, and ran with might and main to meet the galloping horsemen. 



But his situation was desperate. The Korahs were not the ones to stand idle 

 and allow a prisoner to escape in that manner. 



Despite the fact that the four horsemen were thundering down upon the hut, 

 three of the guards started in hot pursuit of the boy, thereby running straight 

 toward the white men, who would soon be upon them. 



One of them was fully a rod in advance of the others nigh enough to raise his 

 javelin to hurl with unerring aim at the fugitive, who, in his haste, could not lake 

 time to glance over his shoulder. 



But everything in this direction was under the eyes of the rescuers. Jack 

 Harvey was expecting something of the kind, and, at the moment the savage lifted 

 his right arm with the assagai, he threw up his rifle. 



He needed but a second to make his aim sure. Before the Korah could Jaunch 

 his poisoned missile, he plunged forward on his face with a rasping screech, as the 

 weapon left his hand, the point sticking in the ground a few feet in front of him. 



