The squaw spy; or the rangers of the lava-beds

BY CAPT. CHAS HOWARD, AUTHOR OF THE FOLLOWING POCKET NOVELS.
NEW YORK: BEADLE AND ADAMS, PUBLISHERS, 98 WILLIAM STREET.
Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873, by FRANK STARR & CO., In the office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.
LAVA-BED KIT.
“Where’s McKay?”
“Still absent with his Warm Springers. I do not expect him before midnight.”
“And Artena?”
“Dead or alive, she is somewhere among the Indians. She promised to be here against sunset, and see, that hour is with us now.”
The first speaker glanced toward the west, and remained silent for a minute.
The handsome military man at his side quietly adjusted his field-glass, which he brought to bear upon a dark ridge against the horizon.
“General, this has been a bloody day,” said the rough borderman, venturing to disturb the officer in the midst of his observations. “We’ve lost as good boys as ever lived.”
Down came the field-glass, and General Gillem sighed as he turned to his companion.