rds his tunnel, and
was soon lost in the deeps of the earth.

You may be certain that this desperate character, just taken after so
much trouble and cost, was securely ironed at the little military camp
across the valley. An old log cabin was made a temporary prison, and
soldiers strode up and down on the four sides of it day and night.

And yet there was hardly need of such heavy irons. True, the soldiers
outside, as they walked up and down at night and shifted their muskets
from side to side, and slapped their shoulders with their arms and hands
to keep from freezing, heard the chains grate and toss and rattle, often
and often, as if some one was trying to tear and loosen them. But it was
only the man tossing his arms in delirium as he lay on the fir boughs in
the corner.

Dosson, after much inquiry, and many day's watching about Forty-nine's
cabin, called and was admitted to see the prisoner, who by this time,
though weak and worn to a skeleton, was convalescing. The coarse and
insolent intruder started back with dismay. There sat the girl he so
hoped and longed to possess, talking to him tenderly, soothing him,
giving her life for his.

Long and brutal would be the story of the agent's endeavors to tear this
girl away from the bedside of the sufferer--if such a place could be
called a bedside. The girl would not leave John Logan, and the timid boy
who sat shivering back in the corner of the cabin, would not leave the
girl. The three were bound together by a chain stronger than that which
bound the wrists of the prisoner; aye, ten thousand times stronger, for
man had fashioned the one--God the other.

Sudden and swift arrives summer in California. The trail was opened to
the Reservation down the mountain, and the officer collected his few
Indians together in a long, single line, all chained to a long heavy
cable, and prepared to march. About the middle of the chain stood John
Logan, now strong enough to walk. At the front were placed a few
miserable, spiritless Indians, who had been found loafing about the
miners's cabins--the drunkards, thieves, vagabonds of their tribe, such
as all tribes have, such as we have, citizen-reader--while the rear was
brought up by a boy and girl, Carrie and Johnny, a pitiful sight!

Do not be surprised. When you have learned to know the absolute, the
utterly unlimited power and authority of an Indian Agent or sub-Agent,
you have only to ask the capability for villainy he may posse