Ruth Fielding in the Great Northwest; Or, The Indian Girl Star of the Movies

be struck down unhappily by an apparently ordinary peril. The threat of that black bull's c

mobile door, looking back over her shoulder at the forefront of the bull. He bellowed, and the very sound

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head, bellowing again, and then started off at a tangent across

rously around the motor-car she was scarcely possessed of her senses. Truly, howev

me when, as an orphan of twelve years, she had come to the Red Mill, just outside the town of

essed well enough to enter the local school. But if Jabez Potter was a miser, he was a just man after his fashion. Ruth saved him a considerable sum of money during the f

Snow Camp, at Lighthouse Point, at Silver Ranch, on Cliff Island, at Sunrise Farm, among the gypsies, in moving pictures, down in Dixie, at college, in the saddle, in the Red Cross in France, at the war front, and when homeward bou

io writer, and working for Mr. Hammond, president of the Alectrion Film Corporation, had already made se

immensely proud of her work when he learned how much money she was making out

s in picture-making as only going to show just how smart Ruth Fielding was. But the girl of the Red Mill was far too sensible to have

r in France while Tom was a captain in the American Expeditionary Forces and Ruth was working with the American Red Cross, had welded their confiden

om had gone back to France. "I do not feel as though I could return to college, or w

nificantly, and Ruth had give

uth more than she could bear. She had entered upon this pleasure jaunt to the Wild West Show with the other gir

f being gored by that black bull a

be facing Tom Cameron a

e shot, and her three chums gathered about her, this th

here are lots worse things happening every m

u crazy? What has that to do with you bei

iles stood from that where the two great tents of the Wild West Show

want to have myself. Some savage critter, that bull. And if Dakota Joe's gal w

to her feet with the

it was shot the

broadly again. "Now who is guilty of the mos

an, pointing to a figure approaching the f

black-and-white," she shri

interest as well as appreciation of the picturesque figure she made. She was an Indian girl in the gala costume of her tribe, feather

bones and the dusky copper color of her skin, this strange girl's features were handsome. There was pride expressed in

person!" murmure

held her own opinion to be right on any subject. "One brunette

d Jennie Stone. "W

e again, and this ti

e lady injur

chipper as a blue-jay in a minute. That was a near shot, W

dian girl's face. She looked away from the

u very much

age tongue," interposed the I

o business out here in her play-actin' costume-or with her gun loaded that-a-way. Agin

e Indian maiden, "I am very thankful you did have your rifle with you at this particular ju

balls, for I see the show is about to start.

n betrayed some faint surpr

she said. "I must appear now i

atted man, who seemed offensively

rl. "I will tell you then just how much obliged to y

e. The man at the fence looked suspiciously from the white girls to th