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20 THE MOHEGAN MAIDEN. » Christian addressed an inquiry to her, and his counteriance fell as her answer was received. He paused a moment, ask- ing one or two additional details, and then turned to his com- -panion once,more. His eye swept the opposite shore more steadily as he said, | “Much bad. Shining Star say warriors like leaves of trees on other side of river. Nar’gansett yery bad. He kill pale- face, kill Mohegan, carry away Shining Star to make Nar’- gansett squaw of her !” | “Then they are on the other side of the Connecticut,” re- marked Archibald... “I wonder if they are above ar below us, chiefly ?” The maiden scemed to comprehend his question, for she pointed down-stream, indicating the other bank of the river. “Very well. If they are below us, there will be but little danger. We are hardly five miles from Hadley, and it will be very easy taking to the woods again, if they should seem ‘nclined to trouble us.” They rowed on for a mile, and, thinking they were leaving the foe behind them, both Archibald and his Mohegan com- panion began to feel more assurance, Shining Star, too, had plucked up courage to address her white preseryer, and thank him in person for the signal service he had rendered her. Turner took good care to keep up the conversation, using any theme which he could think of for that purpose. So long as he could look into those sparkling black eyes, and Watch the play of the Indian girl’s splendidly beautiful and expres- sive features, the young man felt that he cared for little else, Certainly, this was a bad state of mind for the scout ; but he was all-regardless of the fact. Another mile had been passed, and they were nearly hajp. way home. Archibald was almost sorry, for the Journey was getting interesting, now that Shining Star had spoken with him, He had almost forgotten the fact that Indians were abroad, when his attention was arrested by Christian, who exclaimed, | ; “ark! Me hear something !” He bent low over the edge of the boat, and listeneq intently toward the other shore. His companion followed pig Cx- ample. — ; “ CoOnmiclhoOoks.cor