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~ LP eeg ce Se tS ra? NOT WELCOME. . “Tt is only through God’s great mercy, father, that one of _ your family has lived through the past horrible night.” “ What do you mean, girl?” “T mean that your own house was attacked by the Indians, & short time after you went on your wicked errand. They _ killed old Nero, and would have killed me and Martha and _ Benny, if we had not been ip the garret. We drew up the ‘ladder, und we escaped by climbing out of the window, while they were getting drunk on your rmn.” * Bat what become of you then ?” “We wandered away through the darkness, in the woods _ and on the river, untill we were captured by two Indians, 1 after J had been shot in the arm. We would have been with P _ them yet, if we had not been rescued by George Ryeburn and Walter Wilson.” ” a Ryeburn and Walter Wilson! Have they come . They have.” . ; _“ What's that you say, girl?” called Jacob Ryeburn, from _ above. “ Has my boy got back ?” , “Yes, sir. He is safe and well,” replied Kate. ~ “When did he get back ?” eins : “Last night.” ~ ; a : “Where is he now?” Lk Elgg hoes e “TJ Jeft him taking care of Martha Garnet and my ttle brother, Walter Wilson is down here. He has deen fight ing the Indians around the Longe: | : a “J tol] you so, Simon Atlee,” said Mr. Ryeburn, “T told a a you that we would have help before long. Do your worst, “you murdering rascal! You are only piling up eg for : yourself !” - ; - a pe Kate, you mast get away from here,” said Simon Atlee. tie “You mustn't follow me about, and interfere with what - m3 think it right to do. I won't have you coming down here prises = - lecturing me in this style. Mind me, now, and go away, fe —— this is no place for you.” ees “Tt is Pe place for you, father, as you well know, pote % are not doing what you think is right. I do not mean to 7 _ ture you, but T haye come to warn you of your dunge ll es ~ to draw you out of it, if 1 can.” You have done no ae ee . - ~ ce arn eeegn eee cComicbookscom) al Om ie 2 oe 7 ‘ “> =