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96 SQUATTER DICK. water and she caught'a glimpse of several horsemen; whose scarlet coats still showed from beneath the mud and slime. But her peril was not yet passed, for behind ler Ada could hear the muffled snarl of Crazy Zach. as he pressed after her through the timber. “ De Forrest—Arthur, save me! for a love of God, save me!” Even as she spoke, there spouted Set Wet dre her a jet of flame- tinged smoke, the report being closely fullowed by a rattling volley of musketry, and, without a groan or a ‘quiver; the’ rid- dled corpse of Crazy Zach. sunk to the ground, and Ada, now that her great danger was past, drooped like a broken reed, and sunk into a deathlike swoon. > - ‘ ae t —~ -_oOoo OC CHAPTER XII. ADA’S DECISION. CoLonEL De Forrest, albeit generally so calm and col- lected, now acted more like an insane man than one who had full possession of his reasoning faculties, and hung over Ada’s senseless form, trying to restore her to life by the re- markable process of pressing his lips repeatedly to her brow, cheeks, and even lips. Presently the maiden came to her senses, and, with a cry, she shrunk back, fearing lest she should still be in the mad negro’s power ; but when she recognized her preserver, esctbe back, her surcharged ving vent in a grievous burst of tears. iets hese Sern ie Me had siuoase more calm, Ada upon an ‘extemporized pillion behind the gallant colendl, rp taen arms wound around his waist, while he held both of her hands in one of his—to keep her from falling’ off—as they wound through the swamp on their way homeward. In a few words he told her how it was that he had appeared so opportunely. He had been ranging ‘through the swamp in every direction, since leaving the mansion, at times zompletely at a loss to determine his whereabouts, but ever spurring on. To this fact —none of his men having any knowledge of the ground or of Conmcloooks.conm