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A CHASE. 2 47 The Indian on the log had seen his pursuers, and was mak- | ing frantic efforts to escape, but the heavy log moved like a snail, compared with the rapid movements of the skiff. The savage looked over his shoulder and redoubled his efforts. But, a hundred yards still separated him from the haven ot safety ; not much on land, but a long stretch on water for the last minute of a desperate struggle. Ten feet of water only showed between the savage and his foes, when they saw his tall figure tower up suddenly upon the log, and heard the sul- len plunge, as he dove into the bright water. “Row on,” whispered Marston. “ Heavens! he will es- cape.” The young captain gave three rapid strokes and then paused. He knew that if the savage came up at all it would either be close to the shore or somewhere near the spot. He was rot mistaken. The savage popped out «f the water within three feet of them, and unshipping his right-hand oar, Austen struck at him with the blade. The force of the blow was expended upon the water, for the Indian drew a long breath and sunk just intime. When he rose again he was within a few feet of the shore, and in shallow water. He rose, made a gesture of derision, and uttered a yell as a signal to his comrades, and ‘ran up the bank. | “Chaw that, you ’tarnal critter!’ shouted a well-known voice, and Hungry Bill started up suddenly from the covert of the bushes, shot out his long arm, and gave the Indian a buffet which sent him rolling to the sand below. But ‘this fellow was gifted with a hard head, and by the time he reached the strand, the savage was on his feet, and ran along the shore toward the lower end of the lake. “Go to Satan!’ roared Bill. “The old man won't chase » “ What say you, Bill?” cried the young captain. “ Shall I come ashore ?” : “I'll come to you,” replied the guide. “The old man has something to tell you. Run in close.” ‘Biey landed upon a little point, which ran out into the lake, and the captain and faithful guide shook hands and were about to push off, when half a dozen dark forms plunged down upon the sand and aliempted to detain them. The captain Wik, Comicbook S.A z 4 “ee Seed | -