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' 72 “THE MOHEGAN MAIDEN. : . ‘and here he paused for some time, regarding the wound and appearance of the latter closely. The scowl upon his fear tures grew darker, meanwhile, and at length he Whipped forth the knife upon which his hand had constantly rested. But he did not look at the white man while so doing. Care-. fully glancing about, to make sure that no one was observing him, he bent forward, raised the knife, and would haye- plunged it into the breast of the man who had fought so gal-. lantly for his people. ) But it was not to be. Another eye had observed the movement, and a keen yoice came to bid the wretched traitor desist. It was the voice of death, borne upon an ariow,. which pierced the reprobate’s back. He reeled, rose to his feet, moaned once or twice, and then sank beside his intended victim, | As he did so another character appeared upon the scene. — _ The new-comer was Shining Star, who, with a bow in her | hands, advanced to the wounded man, and knelt beside him. “Oh, that good !” she said, with energy. “Me come little while ago, and me think you dead. Then me go back and fight Nar’gansett With this—” indicating her bow. “Now me come ag’in, and find you ’live. Great Spirit is good !” “So he is,’ murmured Archibald, in low tones. “ But what of this man? Did you shoot him? And why was he thus an enemy to me ?” | Shining Star seemed puzzled for a moment to gather the force of all the questions asked her, but she replied, after a momentary silence, “ Yes, me shoot him. He bad Mohegan: He want to kill - you many time. He bad Mohegan. Me glad me kill him.” — “But what did he want to hurt me for?” pursued Archi- bald, to whom the mystery of his late adventure surpassed even the pain of his situation. The maiden bent her head for a moment, and in the con- fusion apparent in her pretty features, the young man read - the answer to his words. After a time she said, eVasively, “ Me don’t know all—” j | “Never mind,” replied Archibald, and continuing, “ Find some one who will help move this body, for it distresseg me — very much.” COMINCOOKS. CON F