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e ta ee «Se 3 . ~\2 - oe » “a aa — ~ “aA house. You could not get to the river, and, even if you should happen to reach it, it would be impossible to cross. As for finding your way to Jacob Ryeburn’s house, you might as well try to carry this house there on your shoulders.” * You are right,” said Kate, after a few moments’ thought. “T can do nothing but pray for them. That I can and will do.” She knelt by the side of the bed, and beeame absorbed in silent prayer, while her cousin continued to look out of the window, vainly endeavoring to pierce the dense darkness with her vision. Soon Martha started, and spoke to Kate in an excited whis- per. “Some people are coming to the house,” she said. “ I can hear them stumbling through the garden.’ “What ?” “Some people are coming here, I say. There! Watch is barking at them.” The dog barked but once, and then gave utterance to a low howl, as if he was in pain, and nothing more was heard from him. “ They have killed Watch, and are coming on to the house,” Said Kate, who had hastened to the window. “ Martha, they are Indians!” 3 “ Indians !” exclaimed Martha, astounded by the terrible => Sa * “¥es. J can hear them talking. Keep your head inside.” “Perhaps they are uncle Simon and his friends, who have _ given up their expedition.” “Tam not mistaken, Martha. I should know their voicegr. _. ‘Phese are not white men.” _, “How did they find their way here, if they are Indians?” _ * “It is probable that they have been *hiding somewhere in _ the neighborhood, waiting for our people to get to sleep.” ; © What shall we do? What will become of us? They _ Will murder us and take our scalps.” “Tam afraid they will, or that they will treat us yet more _— Grivelly. We must put our trust in God, and pray for help. _ While we live we may hope. Who knows but the wonder- Gal darkness of this night may puerecur salvation ?”’ , 4 " ' 5 Lt ive : Se ComichbooksEcom)