She failed to mention how many, or what peculiarities she would
recognize him by. Was he blind, deaf or dumb?

Fearless Frank glanced around him, and saw that a path rugged and
steep led up to the prairie above.

"Come," he said, offering his arm, "we will get up to the plains and
go."

"Where to?" asked Miss Terry, rising with an effort. The welts across
her back were swollen and painful.

"Deadwood is my destination. I can deviate my course, however, if it
will accommodate you."

"Oh! no; you must not inconvenience yourself on my account. I am of
little or no consequence, you know."

She leaned upon his arm, and they ascended the path to the plain
above.

Frank's horse was grazing near by where the scarlet youth had taken
his unceremonious tumble.

Off to the north-west a cloud of dust rose heavenward, and he rightly
conjectured that it hid from view the chieftain, Sitting Bull, and his
warriors.

His thoughts reverting to his companion, "General" Nix, and the train
of Charity Joe, he glanced toward where he had last seen them.