inful
wound in the side.

With clubbed gun the Indian now rushed in and a hand-to-hand struggle
followed. Dick fought valiantly, but was no match for the tall redskin,
and a well-directed blow laid him senseless upon the prairie grass. "You
have killed him!" screamed Nellie. She was about to kneel at Dick's
side, when Yellow Elk hauled her back.

"White dove come with me--boy no killed--be right by-an-by," said the
redskin.

"I will not go with you!" she gasped. "Let me down!" for Yellow Elk had
raised her up to his broad shoulder.

The redskin merely smiled grimly and set off on a swift walk, which
speedily took both Nellie and himself out of sight of poor Dick.

The girl's heart was almost broken by this swift turn of affairs. She
had hoped in a few more hours to be safe among her friends, and here she
was once again the captive of the Indian she so much feared.

On and on kept Yellow Elk until the stream was reached upon which was
located the log cabin where Nellie had been a prisoner. She wondered if
Yellow Elk was going to take her there again, but she asked no
questions.

Presently the Indian chief came to a sudden halt and raised his head as
if to listen. Nellie listened, too, and at a distance heard the tramp of
several men. At once Yellow Elk darted behind a number of bushes.

"White girl make noise Yellow Elk kill!" he hissed into his fair
captive's ear, and drew his hunting knife.

The tramp of feet came closer. A detachment of foot soldiers were moving
through the woods. Soon they came within sight of the pair.

As they came closer Nellie saw they were Government troops. A prisoner
was between them--a man. It was Jack Rasco.

"Uncle Jack!" she moaned, when Yellow Elk clapped his hand over her
mouth and pointed the hunting knife at her throat.

"Hush!" he commanded, but this was unnecessary, for the discovery and
her great fear had caused Nellie to swoon. She fell back, and for a long
while she knew no more.

In the meantime Dick had slowly recovered consciousness. The blow had
been a fearful one, and long after he sat up he was unable to rise to
his feet, so shaky was he in the legs. Slowly the realization of what
had occurred came back to him.

"Gone--poor Nellie!" he gasped, and braced himself as best he could.
Gazing around he saw that neither girl nor redskin was in sight. Without
delay he started to search for Yellow Elk's trail.

He was loping along over the prairies when a shout fro