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- “That settles the question,” replied Wilson, “T have no” “= doubt that the girls were in the house when the Indians en- 4 ___ tered it, that they escaped out of the window, that they made — F :- their way through the woods, and that they have gone off on ; the river in the canoe. I congratulate you, George, and I - feel, myself, that a great weight has been lifted from my breast.” : “Tt as a great wonder and a great mercy. I suppose we c must give up trying to get down to father’s house, until morn- ing.” “Tam not sure of that. Let us sit down awhile and talk about it.” : ted themselves on the turf, the woods — As the young men sea faint scream of “ echoed to the sharp report of a rifle, and the ~ « woman was borne on the heavy air. « Did you hear that, Walter?” asked Ryeburn, as he started “ Of course I did. T heard a rifle-shot.” “Nothing else? I thonght I heard a cry.” «“ T believe I did, too, now that you have given it a name.” “Can it be that the Indians have found the girls and fired — at them ?” “Tt is not only possible, but very likely, I am afraid.” “They can’t be far off. Let us run and help them.” “ Not so fast,” said Wilson, restraining his friend as he was about to rush off into the forest. < “Don't stop me! ‘There is not a minute to be lost.” =; __ “We may lose many minutes by being in too much of a ~ berry. You must remember that it is as dark as pitch. If_ = - we should run and tumble through the woods, we would only A* alarm the girls and put the Indians on their guard. The shot | _ eame from the other side of the river, I think. Now follow me, and be as quiet as a mouse.” ee Wilson leading the way, the two young men passed along _ the river-bank, keeping as near as possible to the water's om: a and straining their eyes, as if they wished to pierce the dark- hess with their sight, and see what was transpiring On the < _ dark surface of the stream. Their progress Was necessarily t- _ slow, as they moved with great caution and silence; but the “way was not so difficult as that through the forest, and ts pl tn BOS 77 .) + av . o* ian =” - 4 ‘ - MM - ~~ , ws an . % . _~—i wot a an |