The Mohegan Maiden — page 89: what you’re looking at

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THE RETREAT. 91 the rain-soaked branches. But not too soon was the move- ment. Scarcely had it been completed when the sounds, now more distinct than ever, announced that the pursuing party was all about their place of refuge. One or two even passed directly beneath them, growling away in their own tongue at the want of success attending their efforts, Indeed they seemed in no haste to leave the vicinity. The position of the trio in the branches was becoming painful, yet still the sound of Indian voices could be heard in the neigh- boring part of ‘the grove. ie At length they ceased, and then itseemed to Archibald that the footsteps were retreating in the direction whence they came. Before he was really aware of the fact, there was a movement beneath, and the low whisper which he had go often heard from his Indian ally, again reached his ears, “They go back. Say squaw and me not come this way. Can’t find trail, so wait till morrow. Me go down hear them talk it all.” Hk. The twain slid from their perches in the trees, and. sought out the trail which they had been pursuing, glad enough to exercise their limbs once more in the effort to reach safety. It was evident that the rain was ceasing. Though the wind howled around the tree-tops, and the great drops still descended to the earth, it seemed that they fell only from the tree-tops, while a fine mist, which could be but the drizzling away of the storm, filled the open air. Filled with hopes, and disregarding their wet and un- comfortable condition, the party pushed forward as fast as pos- sible, ms _" a > OH APD “Xt. THE STRANGER—AND STRANGER SPILL, WHEN morning finally came, and brought upon its wings sunshine and gladness once more, they had put many a good mile between themselves and the Indian town. Archibald was suffering some from pain in his head, but he bathed it in . Comic ooolks.cornn