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— ae oe = +S, . > a > os. So 6 Se Se” >‘, =", * ve. SS = . Ne fi ee a NS * ot “= _ 7? » he = wos - $ _ SWALLOWED UP. they are not already in the power of their enemies. Wehad better carry out the intention with which we started. If the girls are free, as I hope they are, they will try to make their way to the river, as we are doing, and we may meet them there, or on the way. It is our only chance.” . “Lead on, if you think so. For my part, I have made up my mind that I will not be mistaken in that way again. It is awful to think that I may have struck at Kate, and so nar- rowly missed taking her life. If I meet another human being, I will be sure what and who it is, before I strike.” The young men again went forward toward the river; but they had not gone much further, when Wilson heard a noise before him, as of something moving through the forest, and he signified to his companion that he must remain quiet. < “Tt is the girls,” said George, incautiously stepping forward. — “Let me speak to them. Is that you, Kate? Martha, are — you there?” ie He was startled by a guttural Indian exclamation in reply, and two stalwart savages threw themselves upon the young ye r The ready knife of Wilson instantly found its way to the = heart of one of them, and he fell with a moan. Ryeburn, ~ who was not similarly prepared, grappled with the other, after receiving a slight wound. The contest was an unequal one, for the Indian was more powerful than his young antagonist, and Wilson could not strike, for fear of hurting his friend. But George had pinion- ed the arms of his enemy, and they writhed and twisted and tore up the ground, in their efforts to sheow each other, until | the Indian slipped down out ¥ Genes — = went peared with a smothered cry, At the same t man felt the ground melting, as it were, beneath his feet, and he was forcibly drawn back by his companion. | “You Sere aeaty gone, George,” said Wilson. “Tknow — this place, for I came near being mired in that hole Jast win- ter. Your red-skin has sunk out of sight.’ 22 “Good riddance! We have put two of them out of the x way of the girls, if they are really free and in the wooda, I 4 7 rinse eee et ; im * ay 7 aon ? * s wee . 7 suppose we must be near the river.” “Yes. Follow me.” __ conmiclbooks.coOmly