"No, place your hand here over my heart and you will see that my wound is fatal, for I am slowly bleeding to death. Now leave me, Captain Carey, you and this girl, for her presence haunts me." "I dislike to leave a dying man----" "Hark! don't you hear the Sioux coming? They will care for me, and I will tell them that the Red Hatchet attacked me, I killed him, and the girl escaped--go! or it will be too late!" This Captain Carey fully realized, and, springing upon the horse of the dying renegade, he seized the rein of Jennie's horse and dashed away just as a score of dark forms were visible in the moonlight coming along at a run. CHAPTER XLII. CONCLUSION. Kind reader, my story is ended, for well you know through the papers that the Indian war, beginning with the death of Sitting Bull, only a short while ago, has ended. The hostiles, influenced by the speech of the renegade white chief, it may be, decided to come in and sue for peace, especially as the cordon of steel which General Miles and his commanding officers had so skillfully thrown around their retreat, brought them to terms, and forced them to bury the hatchet. The body of the dead renegade, so a chief said to Captain Carey, was buried at a spot where it could never be found, for so the treacherous man willed it should be, and Red Hatchet found a resting-place in the camp in the Bad Lands. To the home of the renegade Captain Carey escorted Jennie Woodbridge, and Mrs. Bernard and her son were told of the husband and father's death and his confession of guilt, and warned that the young girl should receive the protection she was entitled to from them, until she could arrange to go to her relatives in the east. And thus parted Jennie Woodbridge and her rescuer, the gallant Carey, who at once returned to his post of duty, where he had reported to his commanding general all that had occurred. With the Indian war at an end, Captain Carey is to be granted a long furlough, which he has applied for, as he is to wed at an early day the young girl he has so long and fondly loved, Violet Earl, who feels sorrow only for those whose affection for her handsome soldier lover must go unrequited. And thus falls the curtain upon a drama of real life on the border. [THE END.] _THE CREAM OF JUVENILE FICTION_ _THE_ BOYS' OWN LIBRARY A Selection of the Best Books for Boys by the Most Popular Authors