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70 THE OARS ! “Lay her down, captain,” said he. “’Tuin’t no use to try = any thing now. The oar is the only thing for you.” : “She will bleed to death,” said Austen, sullenly, looking into = her white face. i “Can you hinder the bleeding? Don’t stop to fool. The ie Oars, the oars.” : Austen again took his place, and the boat sprung at every = powerful stroke. Two such men, pulling with the energy of de- - spair, make quick time upon the water, and she fairly flew, a while a track of foam followed in her wake. As they neared : the shore they saw Marstowe and Chenango standing upon the J bank, watching them eagerly. As the boat struck the beach, _ the old man saw the bleeding form of his daughter, and with & cry which was scarcely human, sprung down the bank. . “She is dead, she is dead! Oh, my darling, my darling, - have I bronght you to this ?” “ Hush, father,” said Perdita, opening her eyes. “I am in sta God’s hands and yours. Save me if you can,” ; a ~» Asshe-said this she fainted from loss of blood, and the old _ “te ' Man tried to lift her, but trembled as if in a palsy. ._ Se ~“ Let me carry her,” said Austen hoarsely. “Run on and Bae “ You ewry her?’ said the father. _“ She is mine.” Rs sas “But I love her.” replied Austen, “and God do so to me a _ and more also as I will take my revenge of the assassin who a __ pointed the rifle at her heart.” 3 m. Marstowe turned and ran up the bank with the vigorof a doy, while Austen followed more slowly, carrying the girl in and the mainland, an‘! the Indians were already making pre- parations to swim out for it. Chepango touched the guide on _ the shoulder, and pointed to them. J understand, Chenango,” said Bill, “The old man is With you. Leave the gal in the care of her father, for if she ean be saved, who can save her except him ? Git in.” "Phe chief took his place in the bow, and Bill took the oars. _ The Indians, comprehending their purpose, began to yell ina _ frightful manner, but the men in the boat were old Indian- fighters, and no amount of yelling, unaccompanied by acts, 4 7 ht ie ‘- . / at re a = a a oa would deter them from any purpose. If they'did not get the = ~ = => = : a ° oO ——e -rahe — aa ; Tee tae comicbooks).con es a 3 ‘ ‘ ; ~ ~ = — ero “