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ae 3 ad GOOD-DAY AND GOOD-BY. . (ae found the eirl asleep that day. TIT will cither be there or leave directions how to proceed. If you find a cut in the bark of — the maple, running across the body, you may know that bs have gone to Kanestown, and- follow me there. Tf, on the other hand, the cut runs up and down, you ‘may know I have gone to French Creek. If you find a cross, you may know I have been to these places, and am lingering i in the vicinity of. Neal’s house, You will then wait for me at the tree, to. which I will come every Biem at midnight. Do you understand filly Saat “POLE IE “Yes, captain dear.” a Thien away with you, and don’t let the grass grow under your feet on the way.” | “ Good-day till ye, captain,’ ” said Tim, as he strode away, “and good-by till ye, too, ye black baste of Satan’s: siring. Wouldn’t I like to have ye at a hundred yards, wid ny rifle in me fist ? A pretty object ’'d make ay ye, bad scran to ye. Let me see ye once on the thrail, that’s all.” Tim kept on at a brisk run, neyer slacking his pace for over two hours, wishing to put a good s] space between himself and the Indian village, lest ‘in Some way stispicion should be aroused against himself, and a pursuit undertaken, He need not have feared that. AVilsoh knew the Trish to be an incon- stant race, but it never occurred to him that Tim would be- tray him 80 soon. The sun was at the ‘portals of the west when the Irishman paused in his hurried walk and gat down at the foot of a tree in a little opening. As he sat there he heard the sound of footsteps, and bounced into the bushes, just in time to escape the notice of a number of Indians. Who came into the open place, led by a man of- remarkable stature, and an air of kingly dignity. A single glance con- vinced Tint that this was the man he least wished to see— Tecumseh. To his dismay, the party paused, and sat down at the very spot he had so lately occupied, There were seven in the group, besides the chief, and not more _ than ten feet» separated them from the Irishman, who hardly dared to breathe, for fear of revealing his whereabouts to them. Even in this mioment of extreme peril, he could not forbear g! lancing ~ admiringly at the magnificent proportions of the frame of the great chief, or observing with what native dignity Le took his : 133 2 comichbooks.conn my 4