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- 134 caneiese masters of the field, and the body of the negro lay beside that of his ailies. in a moment of eagerness he appeared to have moved too rapidly, and the wood to huve slipped from under his feet. Not one of the four had in- tended the death of the pbegro. They simply intended to obiain from him, by means of terror, a confession of his accomplices, one of whom Custaloga suspected, though he had no proof of his guilt. The negro had stoutly re- fused to confess any thing, and Custaloga and the Silent Hunter had left him to his reflection ed that half an hour woul uce him to alter his determina- tion. “Tvs a plaguy bad job,” said Ezram. Cook, aang his head; “a plaguy bad job. 1 wud rather not kiil the salvages, as worthy John Smith says; but they thirsted ore egg But that wur cold “itis done. When the light- ning blasts the oak, it can not give it life again. The black was wicked, but his Manitou would have punished him. But wise men do not wag their tongues; the negro is dea ; let no more be ‘* Custaloga Justaloga is right,” said Dick vey; “itis avery bad afiair; but best thing we can do is to Say that y Jonasis dead and Oe iow ¢ e matter.’”’ THE SILENT HUNTER. the cave to be guarded only by two men, who, however, could, if they made a boid dciense, do them terrible damage if they openly attacked tie place. His idea, therefore, was to enter the cave in the night, trusting to the as- sistance Which the jealous ludian girl—the aflianced wife of Tecum- sch—would give them, Dick acquiesced in this the more readily that he was exhausted with fatigue, and his limbs were sore and stiff with what he had suffered. They had not been gone above ten minutes when there was a movement on the fleld; and the negro, who had in reality been cut down by one of the Indians, unperceived by the whites, rose with difficulty, and crawled away from the scene of his terrible Tne four friends chose a spot where the beeches rose tower to the skies, like the spires o Village chatches in a deep wood— where all around was deep and gloomy Yorest, far away on every side. Here they determined to rest, Custaloga and the Silent Hunter to watch in turns, as they pre og some rest on the previous t. . ‘the day seemed a perfect age to Custaloga, who, however, re- strained his impa pertectly well aware that by husbanding his strength he was advancing the interests of Amy. Toward - full he drew the Silent Hunter to his side, Harvey and still sleeping, and the following inter- view—we can not call it con tion—too es the Indian, slowly, laying his hand on the te) 8 shoulder, ‘‘ there is love at my heart for the cousin of ber as ». comniclroo ks.conhn —