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e THE WAILING CRY. 25 5 : himself; but in the twinkling of an eye, he was seized by + powerful hands, and hurled to the ground. But again he arose ‘ to his feet, and with a mighty effort flung his rifle into the river, knowing that he was ambushed, and that nothing but desperate fighting—unencumbered too—could release him from his perilous position. Despite _the disparity of numbers in the fight, one of the at- tacking.party went down before the vigorous blow of the young hunter's fist—and then another. But this could not last, A tall, gigantic fellow suddenly struck out a vicious stroke; it fell on Roydon Howe's temple, and the young man reeled. J It was then that he sent forth his wailing cry, which told to his companions far away on the lonely spit, the tale. But ere his cry was finished he was struck a brutal blow across the mouth. He sunk almost insensible to the ground. | Late that night, when the hostile boat swept by, in a stone’s throw of the point on which old Sampson and Red Belt stood, Roydon Howe was just recovering his senses. But his mouth was now closed = a cruel gag, and his hands were bound be- . hind him. ‘ x CHAPTER IV. : OLD SAMPSON SOMETHING. 5, As we have mentioned in a preceding chapter, the sun was a just rising on the morning following these events when Samp- ~ ~ son Lowe and Red Belt appeared at the foot of the cliff, to the left side, and then were soon hid from view above. They were followed by Eaglé: > As soon as the old hunter had attained the top of the rock, » he glanced around him. In a moment he had taken in every _ >thing. The cliff was in “fighting trim”—that is, it was | cleared of all unnecessary articles on its summit, and the little gute was securely barred. But, the old man missed the form of one very dear to him —missed him who had been so thoughtful of them. He missed _ Roydon Howe, his companion in many-old-time dangers; and 4 s comicbooks.com " dae