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full into the face of the stooping medicine man. Instantly the air was filled with red sparks and the frenzied shrieks of the naked savage, as, with hair ablaze, he clawed and slapped wildly at the glowing sparks that clung close and bit deep into his grease-smeared flesh.
"With one kick Connie hurled the blazing torch full into the face of the stooping medicine man."
"Good work!" yelled Rickey. "Well, Jumpin' Jerushelam, if it ain't the kid!"
The Indians were on their feet, now. Some springing to the assistance of the discomfited medicine man, and others advancing threateningly upon the diminutive figure that had leaped so suddenly out of the fog.
"Look alive, kid! Where's the others?" The
