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86 THE MOHEGAN MATDEN. Night came, but oh, how slowly! It seemed to the impa- tient man that he never had seen a day So long. But the light finally faded away, and as it did so he crept up\to a station in the vicinity of the village which had been indicated by Christian as the proper point for him ‘to oecupy in the scheme contemplated. Still the rain descended, though with less fury, and there was every indication that it would cease long before morning. Once or twice he felt that it had ceased while he remained there watching, but soon it would rain again, as though the storm-king was putting forth his last efforts, At length he heard a scrambling noise near by, a low whisper, and the next moment a figure brushed against’ him. Of course all was inky blackness, but éotheth ig? more than ordi- nary senses seemed to tell him that the expected ones had come. Pressing the Indian maiden to his heart for a moment, he grasped the hand of faithful Christian, and the trio stole away into’ the forest blackness. CHAPTER X. » CHRISTIAN IN THE FIELD. Wuen the young Mohegan left the side of his suffering white friend, he had an idea in his mind, looking to the re- lease of the maiden. Knowing the peculiarities of his people fully, he had a great advantage over any one whose very pres- ence would have been the signal of nar Yet the idea which he had hastily conceived was breathed to Archi- bald, lest he should thus raise hopes which he might not be able to realize. His course, on the contrary, was an embodi- ment of shrewdness. Slowly sauntering toward the village, he assumed an air of listless indifference and fatigue, which could not have been better counterfeited. Shrinking from the wet deluge, which was far from comfortable, he crept along toward the cabin Cconmiclooolks.comn)