| The battle was now on in all its fury (page 287) | Frontispiece |
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| Both were now getting ready to renew the contest | 15 |
| He glanced up, saw his dire peril, and let himself drop | 49 |
| “Boka must kill both before either awakens,” murmured the Indian | 77 |
| “I think we had better take turns watching,” said Henry | 147 |
| “A bull’s-eye for Henry Morris!” | 176 |
| The old frontiersman swept through the opening | 258 |
| Bevoir pitched headlong into the smoldering campfire | 298 |