| Page | | Frontispiece | | "Now Halting, Dropping on One Knee to Fire," | 90 | | "Blakely Led 'Em across No. 4's Post," | 134 | | The Fight in the CaÑon, | 220 | | "Indian Signals beyond Possibility of a Doubt," | 242 | | "Then slowly, They Saw Her Raise Her Right Hand, Still Cautiously Holding the Little Mirror," | 263 | | "They Hustled Her Pony into a Ravine," | 270 | | "Natzie Wrenched Her Hand from that of Blakely, and with the Spring of a Tigress Bounded away," | 324 |
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