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—— ° ARCHIBALD A PRISONER. 33 The Mohegan assented, and the two commenced a retrogade Movement. After having retired until they no longer heard any sounds from those in their front, they worked their way gradually to the right, and finally struck a wagon-trail, leading to the village. | | ‘“ We must get beyond this,” remarked Turner, as the Indian Pulled him in that direction ; “ the rascals will watch it, and Shoot if they see us.” Christian shrunk back, saying nothing, while Archibald Crossed the wagon-path, and penetrated the bushes upon the Other side. 4 | | | | Upon doing so, he found himself confronted by a number of painted and plumed warriors, darkly discernable through the gloom. He attempted to move back again, but, in a mo- ment found himself face to face with the dark muzzle of a gun, while the Indian who held it exclaimed, in strong and unmistakable gutturals, Tey “You my prisoner! Shoot if you run.” . ) An assurance which Archibald did not for a moment doubt... Torey) , 3 | Indeed, great as had been the danger about them, he was so “onfounded at his sudden mishap that before he could really reflect his arms were taken from him, his limbs bound, and he was placed beside a tree, with the warning that if he made any noise his death should follow. . It was hard to realize that he was a prisoner. He looked around at every movement, expecting Christian to share his Captivity or be murdered before his eyes; but he was spared this crowning agony. No signs of the stealthy Mohegan had en discovered. : _ The party surrounding Archibald remained strangely inac- “Ve, for savages in the vicinity of a town they intended to assault, He could form no conjectures which seemed reason- ‘able, as to the cause of their loitering. | ‘Slowly the night rolled away ; the morning must be near at hand. The captive had exhausted conjectures in vain en- deavors to golve the mysterious conduct of his captors, But, £3 daylight began faintly to appear, his wonder increased, Certainly, if any attack was contemplated it must take place very soon, for he was well aware of the fact that Indiang ne 3 Connicloo hoon