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seemed buta moment, and then he was awake. It was nearly day. Harvey lay about three yards from the indians. He could not turn his head far enough to see his per- secutors, but he knew by the smoke of the fire that their posi- tion was under the cliff. They had not yet moved, and Dick Harvey, a little refreshed by his night's rest, tried again to move the osier band which bound his wrist. His right hand came free away at once —the knot had slipped in the At this instant a slight noise at- tracted the attention of the young ' man; he looked up and instantly recognized a white man, a tall and re he knew full weil. | t was looking strangely at the Hi wes and did not as yetseethe pre wuer. Suddenly his eye caught of one making signs to him, nd he instantly disap In <seaetiamates he sthibed slowly t of the forest, with noiseless »~p—if discovered he knew that ; trader character (it was n Cook) would protect bimn— and with arapidity of action which ve life and hope to Harvey, cut iis. bonds,left the knife, and re- treated as rapidly as he came. In é minutes fe was once more on ae jeaning on - Diek Harvey was so stiff that fall ten minutes ela ere he sould move. He yguined his feet ith great difficulty, crawled to © ire, toc mp Ges, ond thon, mind, ely, hurried away to where w him gent- along the tiv turn to the right—keep the wind on yer left cheek; the trail’s pret- ty good, Make tracks with yer old hoss,”’ he continued, as he rode up to Dick Harvey; **thar they come,” They could, indeed, be plain! heard coming crashing throug the bushes behind with loud and furious yelling. ‘** You've a deal to answer for, stranger,” continued the dier —‘tadeal to answerfor. Here am I, Ezram Cook, a neutral Ingine trader, brought into a scrimmage, and a’most afeared D’ve shot a Ingine. Now, if one of them devils sees me, my business is gone—right away—they'll skin, tar, scarify, and lynch me anyhow. But I couldn’t see a fellow-critter pared like a lamb for the slaughter.” ‘*My sufferings have sorely 7 changed me in twenty-four hours, Mister Ezram. Cook,” said the ar- tist, “that you don't recognize Dick Harvey.” “My! Jehosaphat! Thin I tell you what, Mister Harvey, I don’t care if the hull bilin’ of the In- ines sees me—I've done a good y’s work—just keep that betm- lock right afore you—go it, peny, jee! woh!” And the peddler reined in as a small columnof smoke rose above the hemlock. ‘* Pontius Pilate!’ cried the peddier, ‘‘if we ain’t done. In- gines afore, Ingines behind. Never uraway. What's that?’ A. of a very fearful nature Senby the ‘io bursting so sud- u € ear, and appearin to be such.an unearthly charac. ter, that Dick Harvey and the peddler shuddered. It was no cry <a had ever heard before, and both were already very familiar with the noises of the iorest. It yell, it was not Was nol an animal uided in pain; and the two men, who were rive ut trom gen- COnME OO KS.CGOKN A “°° -f*