The operation finished, he lifted her up and sat her down beside the prostrate chief. Raven Feather was in possession of his senses, and his snaky eyes twinkled in evil satisfaction as he watched the actions of his subordinate. In a few minutes the chief and his brother were sitting up and ready to talk. Each was stiff and sore, but none of their hurts were serious. Raven Feather’s first words were: “Where are the braves that came with Lone Wolf?” The young brave pointed toward the grotto. Some quick orders were given, and Lone Wolf went to the grotto, where his braves were waiting, and brought them into the chamber. Raven Feather pointed to the hole in the wall, made a short explanation, and followed it by some sharp instructions. Out of the hole sped the Indians, and it was late in the night when they returned. They had failed to come upon the two scouts, but they had a strange story to tell. It can be best told to the reader by a recital of the adventures of Buffalo Bill and Bart Angell, who when last seen were fighting a battle that meant either life or death for them. But each had the advantage at the outset. The two Indians were taken by surprise, and, though they fought with skill and desperation, victory soon came to the scouts. Buffalo Bill had the heaviest contract. He was opposed to a giant in strength, and but for the science allied to his remarkable muscular strength, the outcome might have been in doubt. When the contest was over, and the chief and his brother lay on the floor, their limbs secured with stout leathers, the king of scouts, the perspiration running in streams down his face, staggered to the space under the trap, and jerked at the rope that was used to lower the platform. He jerked in vain. The platform would not move. “I understand,” said the scout to his companion, “that hound Holmes has locked the trap. We’re caged, all right.” “Maybe we aire an’ maybe we ain’t, Cody. I’ve shore corralled an idee that we aire goin’ ter beat this game. Let’s mosey to ther other eend an’ take a squint at that crevice whar ther light comes from.” They went into the inner chamber, carrying with them the two prisoners. Buffalo Bill looked up at the crevice. “I am afraid escape in that direction is barred, Bart,” he said. “The redskins must have investigated the break, and found it a case of no thoroughfare, or they would never have allowed it to remain unguarded.” Bart Angell scratched his head. “I hev shore a prize memory. I loses it, an’ now an’ ag’in it comes back ter me. It’s comin’ back now. Cody, I’ve shore struck it. I know all about this yer hole. It’s a double-ender. We’re in one part of it, but thar’s a bigger part, an’ it’s on t’other side of that crevice.” Buffalo Bill ceased to be in a state of gloom. “Are you sure?” he asked eagerly. “Plumb sure. Ther hull business, descrip’ an’ everything hev come back ter me. Squat, an’ I’ll eloocerdate.”