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» eS “J crossed the river and came down the road.” “JT meant to ask you why you came.” “ My father and my brother were here, as I supposed, and I felt that I ought to come.” “ Where is George Ryeburn ?” “T left him with my cousin Martha and little Benny.” “Did he know you were coming here? Did he not try to stop you 2” “T told him that I wanted to come, but he said that I must not think of such a thing. I watched my chance, and slip- ped away from him.” “You have done very wrong, I am afraid. This will trouble George greatly. You can do no good here. It is a wonder that you were not killed on the way, for the Indians seem to be scattered all through the woods.” “ Where is my father? Where is my brother Will? Do you know nothing about them? What bas happened here?” “T know nothing at all about them. - As I told you, I had seen no one but these red-skins. The house is quiet, and seems to be shut up, as if Mr. Ryeburn’s people are safe and asleep as usual.” “ Let us go around on the other side. If we can see no- thing there, we ought to awake the sleepers and get into the house in some way. We must find out, for a certainty, whether any thing has happened here.” Wilson assented to this, and they walked around to the other side of the house, still keeping in the cover of the trees. They thus came opposite to the chimney through which the hole had been dug by Atlee and his assistants. The window that looked out of the garret, however, was in the other end ‘of the building. Although it was nearly an hour since day had begun to dawn, the air was filled with a thick mist, or fog, which - vendered it difficult to distinguish objects clearly, even at a little distance. But Wilson was sharp sighted enough to per- eeive that something was the matter with the chimney. and a _ he called Kate's attention to it. Ee “Let us go to the house,” she said. “I am convinced that has happened there.” |, “Wait a moment ‘T thought I heard-s noise bebind us