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-* A SECURE” RETREAT. 38 _ “You too, Perdita. Yes, yes, you are well named. Lost; you have lost every thing to make life sweet to the young, the wealth and station once yours, the companionship of the young —but I forget myself. You see how we live, gentlemen. In this place which I dug with my own hands to while away the time, I have lived two years, and they were as happy as any I ever passed in the haunts of men. We drink from pure cold 3 springs, and eat the game and fish with which the good God has so bountifully supplied land and river. We lie down to rest at night secure in this strange retreat, and wake refreshed. We have no cares but to make each other happy, and we have x done so until now.” ,. “Did you never hope to leave this place?” “In a certain contingency, very doubtful to say the least, I might,” replied Marstowe. “I did not come hither alone. One man in the land from which I came knows that I am here, and should that contingency of whichgI speak arise, he would come to me, even at the risk of his life, to tell me of it. But si 4» others whom I have cause to dread, are more likely to come than he. Chenango, you must rest. As for us, we have work i to do. I must know this night who these St. Regis are who Sy have followed mé to my island retreat.” 4 “ Followed you?” “T think so.” é, “They may be a war-party simply.” oo _ “They ain’t a war-party, nyther,” said Bill, “This child 5 knows better.” “ Why ?” _ “Didn’t I see three wimmin on the bank? Injins don’t take wimmin on the war-path. I'll tell you what it is—the Injins come out hyar on mischief, but they didn’t come to fight no more than they could help. Ef they kin steal any thing, or take a few sculps, they'll do it; but that ain’t the object.” “Do you think you could find out their object ?’ demanded ) _“ Bill Epps could try. Now what do you want him to do?” “I want you to go with me, and try to discover who these _. “Td ruther go alone.” me | “That will not do. I must go with you, to decide whether = &. a - - “oi i A eComicbooks:com