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CANDIDATES FOR CHIEF AMONG THE OSAGES

HAD TO UNDERGO THREE ORDEALS

MUSCULAR EUDURAUCE
FLESH WAS PIERCED UNDER
MUSCLES— TIED THROUGH
HOLES TO A SAPLING.
CANDIDATE HAD TO FORCE
BACK TO THE GROUND AMD
WO SIGNS OF PAIN.

(2) ORDEAL BY FUZE


A LOUSPIT A60UT THREE FEET
WIDE AMDTWO FEET DEEP, WAS
HEATED BY BURNING HICKORY
CHIPS FORTHREE DAYS. THE
CANDIDATE WAS FORCED TO RUN
BAREFOOT THROUGH THE PIT.

i THE EAGLE ORDEAL


A CAPTURED EAGLE, AFTER A
LONG PERIOD OF FASTING, WAS
RELEASED. A YOUNG ANIMAL,
PREVIOUSLY TRAINED TO ACT
AS BAIT HAD ALREADY BEEN
TIED TO A STAKE.
THE CANDIDATE HAD TO SEIZE
THE EAGLE AND PULL OUT ITS
TAIL FEATHERS, BEFORE IT
HAD A CHANCE TO HARM THE
ANIMAL.
COLONEL VARDLEY, AREN'T WU WAOTNa
A LOT OF AMMUNITION ?J_
MASKED.'

LISTEN TO ME, COLONEL VARDLEV, THE


"l PADRE TOLD ME VOU s- — -<r
^ WERE IN TROUBLE, j<THE PADRE \)

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I HME You COVERED.' put YOUR
HANP5 UP AND SO INBIPE.'
\

I- I'M GLAD HE WASN'T KILLED,;

MARTHA, I- 1 DON'T LIKE


TO SEE KM MA N KILLED. '
f M

W6U CIRCLE BACK TO TOWN. I WANT


TO KNOW WW VARDLEY ACCUSED ME
OF A ROBBERY WHEN HE KNEW THATr
i was innocent;
,

MEANWHILE f
/'WAIT A

li
I NEED EVERY AVAILABLE MAM TUH
FORM A POSSE! OLD COtONEL
VARDLEV HAS BEEN R088ED By A
MASKED MAN!
W^^^/M 3V
/ THEN SOU WEREN'T YtiO.l-l ^
jj ROBBED AT ALL, fSHAD TO FAKE llw
VARDLEY ? /^~"k ROBBERY ^|^r.i

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3*-, ,__-« 60 50 MARTHA (KY
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W0ULDTH WK THE JH

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YARDLEV WANTED TO LEARN
ABOUT HIS SON. I GOT THAT
INFORMATION FOR HIM. HE HAD

TIME AND <



NO CASH TO RAY ME FOR MV
/go HE SAVE"
TROUBLE--/ (NOLHIISVJIFE5
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^C ^JEWELRY-IS

WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO >


ABOUT IT? VOL! MAKE TROUBLE
FOR ME, AND I'LL TELL *f?S.
YAROLEy THE TRUTH ABOUT HER .
SON-AND f)E TRUTH WILL KILL. /
HER!

COME ON.SWER.' WE HAVE A LONS


RIDE AHEADOF US. WE'VE GOT TO SEE
THATCOLONEL VARDLEY AND HIS
WIFE GET BACK THEIR JEWELS/

Wl.'VI 'ill' li! iiQi ,i


STORY ABOUT JACK YAROLEY.
THANK SOO0N6SS I KNJW
ABOUT THAT BOY.'
WHY DOES SPADE WANT TO HURT ME? WUY IS HE GOING1
HE'S MIGHTY SORE AT TIE WAY
TO My WIFE WITH PROOF THAT WR SON Wte SHOT FOR
VOU AND 1HAT MASKED MAM HAYE
KINS A TRAITOR? THERE'S NOW'NS SF«e' C»W
b>AlN BY THAT I
Ffl -r
MEM MAKIN TROUBLE FOR HIM,
1

SPADE, la) STAND BACK! W/E IMUz)
ENOUGH TROUBLE!
%m^sB
AND THE
WHEAT FIRE IN GREEN VALLEY
SET UP! I WANT K> TALK TO YOOJ )
WW '

SHOOT/-—-A
VOL! TWO SHOOT/
DID VOU
AT US FROM AMBU SHjr
)

'
WE'VEGOT TO WORK FAST TO SAVE
ANV OF THAT WHEAT' — .

THIS SEATS ALL THE CUSSED


TRICKS I EVER HEARD
.OF.'
NEWTON, I OViE A LOT TO VOU. IF VDU
AND THE OTHERS HADN'T SP1UED
THAT LAKE INTO THE VALLEV, MV
WHOLE WHEAT CROP p. <
WOULD HAVE
BURNT UP.' y
r— <TiT WAS THAT
MASKED MAN'S
|
STAY WHERE YOU ARE, MASKED

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MAN/ 1 WANT TO TALK TO YOU ';

GET ID YOUR HORSES


AND SPREAD OOT.'IU
MEET YOU LATER IN
CAMP/

——
GOLLV.TONTO, WHY WE ALL THOSE TOWNS-)
MEN CHASING THE LONE j
RANGER^ /
A SILVER BULLET, A WHITE
^
HORSE NAMED 6IU/ER, A MASK!
GREAT PAY! YOU'RE THE
LONE RAMSER'
THEN 1 THINK I CAN
SHOW you THE MEH '

YOU ARE AFTER


Running fox's-
of HEART

The rock rose up out of the under- bears toward him. That was better.
brush like the rump of o giant beast, These were no game for a lone Indian's
furred with moss and lichens. To Run- bow' A mother bear, scenting an ene-
ning Fox, it suggested a perfect look- my so near to her cub, could become a

out point to watch for game or ene- deadly, four-footed fury before you
mies! Silent os a lynx, he climbed- The could turn to run. And unless you could ^

soft soles of his deerhide moccasins reach a very climbable tree in time,
gripped the rough granite. that would be the end of you! No ar-
At the top, he threw himself fiat on —
row—no dozen arrows could stop
his stomach. By raising his head a the charge of o raging, black bear.
little, he could see through the tops of As he glanced about for the nearest
the young oak saplings which grew at climbable tree. Running Fox's eye
the rock's base. For a hundred yards caught another movement. A human
around, anything that moved would figure glided from behind a big tree

come under his gaze a rabbit, a deer, trunk, not a hundred yards away. A
or perhaps one of the white-skinned WHITE HUNTER, in o fringed deer-
Settlers with whom the Wyandotte skin shirt, coonskin cap, and long rifle
tribe was at war! — an enemy!
Suddenly the boy stiffened to Running Fox could hear his own
breathless attention. Abig she-bear heart pounding. His breath —which he
ambled into sight, with a fuzzy, awk- hadn't noticed before—seemed to
ward cub at her heels. whistle through his nostrils, so loudly
Instinctively, Running Fox noticed that even the white man must hear!
that the wind was blowing from the But, no— the coonskin cap was moving
I
toward the bears, rather than toward them. Running Fox forgot caution and
I the rock, rose to his knees.
1

What a chance to shoot an enemy At the last instant, the white man
I of his tribe! Running Fox's grip tight- raised his rifle head-high. The bear
ened on his hunting bow. Then com- rose to strike at it. At the same split
mon sense spoke a warning. Unless his second, the hunter's knife drove into
'
first arrow should kill instantly, the her ribs. Still holding his rifle, he leap-
I white man's bullet would answer it ed free of the deadly paws, his sleeve
and g white man's aim never missed in nbbons. The dying brute gathered
ij Chat range. There was the mother her strength for a last rush. As she
bear to be reckoned with, too. Which moved, the rifJe's butt came chopping^
one of rhem would she attack 3 down, swift as an axe . The
. fight
.

A daring impulse seized the Wyan- was over.


dotte boy. He would make sure that Watching it, Running Fox had for*,

the enemy hunter didn't pass unchal- gotten to shoot again. He might have
lenged! Drawing a BLUNT arrow from caught his enemy with an empty gun
his quiver, he laid it on the bowstring now it was too late! Other white men
and drew .... TWANG! were running through the trees, drawn
The soft hum of the bowstring was by their leader's shot,
drowned out by the squeal of a shocked "Simon! Simon Kenton!" they
and frightened cub. The blunt arrow
had bounced from the
shouted. "What have you got —
little fellow's Wyandotte or a Shawnee?"
ribs. Running Fox did not wait to hear
With a grunt
of alarm, the mother any more. Careful that no- snapping
bear turned to him. Sniffing the hu- twig or quivering bush should betray
man scenr on the blunt arrow, she his flight, he slipped away among the
snarled and rose on her hind feet to caks and underbrush. Once safely out
look around. Over the tops of the of earshot, he broke into long, bound-
bushes she saw the white hunter and — ing strides that would have done
at the same instant he saw her. credit to the fox, his namesake. He had
BANG! AURR-OUGH! news for his tribe —news of terrible im-
The report and the beast's
rifle's portance!
roar of fury
blended. Like a swift, The ambush was well planned. Two
deadly shadow the black bulk streaked hundred Wyandotte braves, a few
toward the hunter. With empty rifle, armed with captured rifles, lay in wait
he stood his ground, merely whipping at the edge q wide field, hidden
of
out his long hunting knife. Watching among the trees. In the open, half a
" —

dozen Indians were running, a hun- him, he bounded zigzag through the
dred yards ahead of fifty frontier gantlet.
riflemen. The half-dozen red men Lighter built braves jumped back
plunged into the woods, and turned —
from the hurtling giant and their
"Wait!" hissed Chief Wolf Jaw. clubs missed, or struck glancingly. As
"Wait till they come near
— the big white man lunged toward the

BANG! A Wyandotte's nervous opposite line, Running Fox leaped
after him. His stick struck an iron-
trigger finger hod jerked. The trap was
sprung! A hasty flight of arrows and —
hard shoulder and broke!
bullets sped toward the startled white Kenton turned, like a cat. He was
men. Only two or three struck a target. actually grinning.
"Come on, boys !" Simon Kenton "Good stroke, boy!" he shouted as
roared, as two hundred red throats he plunged on to the end of the line.
yelped defiance from the underbrush. And there, to the amazement of all,
"We'll cut 'em to pieces! FOLLOW he turned and started back through
ME!" the crowd of club wielders, LAUGH-
Wyandotte arrows were flying now ING AS F IT WERE A GAME A brave
I !

with better aim. The scouts behind enemy, this Simon Kenton!
Kenton hesitated. Some .emptied their The Wyandottes drew back, admir-
rifles at half-glimpsed Indians. The ingly. No more blows fell. Chief Wolf
red men saw their uncertainty and — Jaw and some older men went into a
huddle. Muttering, jabbering, yelling
charged.
Like a red tide, they swept over with excitement, the red mob dis-
brave Simon Kenton. The other scouts cussed new tortures to test the cour-
suddenly lost courage and ran. For a age of their captive before he should
few seconds, Kenton's sire and fury die.

kept him on his feet. Then he went Only Running Fox was silent,
down under a yelling mob. thoughtful. Simon Kenton had won
As one of the Wyandotte ambush- something more than the boy's ad-
ers, Running Fox had seen it all. He
miration. He wanted the white man to
had even tried to reach and help over- LIVE. Perhaps such a wish was treason,
power the big White Warrior, but but he couldn't help it. His heart had
older braves had shouldered him aside. changed.
Now, back at Chillicothe, the Wyan- "O Gitchie "Manitou, Great Spirit!"
dotte and Shawnee headquarters, he he breathed o prayer, "Help Simon
was going to strike a blow for himself. Kenton —-"
At a signal, Simon Kenton started A stirring of the crowd caught Run-
his run down the double line of warriors ning Fox's attention. Chief Wolf Jaw
a rmed wi th sticks. His body was was motioning for silence.
stripped to the waist. His hands were "It decided," he announced sol-
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bound in front of him. Suddenly rais- emnly. "The White Warrior, Simon
ing them above his head, to protect it Kenton, shall not be killed!"
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