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of é > “8 ° oa ~= hy ’ ; » * _— . « +. ante 92 | - THE SONS OF LIBERTY. © the house and found the place where Tommy. had crouched, and the tracks of his moccasins in the light snow. Buta wind had risen filling up the tracks and it was growing dark, Tommy had taken the precaution, upon leaving the Hall, ta stea. a pair of moccasins from one of the Mobawks, which certainly. were nearly a foot in length. Guy supposed, from the appearance of the tracks, that some one of remarkable stature had fired the shot, He returned to the house and found that Miriam had regained possession of the knife as well as a pistol from. the body of the fallen man, whom she had drag- ged into a small room apart from the place in whieh he fell. This done, she had secured the door upon the inside, and Guy found himself out in the cold until such time as she saw fit to let him in, which did not promise to occur soon. The weather was as cold as it could well be in January, and he was not over-thickly clad, having thrown off his cloak in the cabin. Just at this moment he heard the shouts of the Meekers, and saw their torches in the distance. | He. determ- ined to wait until they came. In a few moments they ap- peared, old Abel Meeker striding on in front, with Mother Kate at his side, and his long-limbed gons bringing up the rear. He started back as he saw the Tory. “What, now ?” he growled, ‘“ Where is Caleb?” Guy hesitated. He knew that the old man had a rough sort of “affection for his offspring, and that Caleb was his eld- — est born and favorite son. The old man noted his hesitation, and reaching his side by two long strides, grasped his arm. “ What has come to the boy?” he said. ‘“ Why do you lurk about like a thief?” | “The dour is closed; I can not sat in,” said: aGuy. “Ts Caleb there? . He would never leave the girl after his promise given, Does he speak when you call ?” “ No,” replied Guy, solemnly. ‘ He will never again come at your call. ‘His ears are stopped with dust. Te is dead.” “ Dead !’ said the old man, in a husky whisper, looking at his Indian wife. ‘Do you hear that,dame? How came he dead, Guy Jobnson? Where lies he?” Guy exziained the matter as well as he could, interrupted by the muttered curses of the old man. He stepped to the spot where the boy had crouched and looked at the traeks. | COMME DOO SxcOmnn