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TUE PRISONER. $1 The other man who helped to propel the boat ecowered and shrunk away at first, as he saw the combing waves rolling to- ward him; but soon, seeing that the canoe was staunch and rode well, he regained his composure and bent once more to his work. The prisoner was thoroughly saturated with the water which broke wildly over the bows; and at one time he strangled - fearfully as the whole crest of a wave combed into’ the boat, over the bulwarks. Still, however, his captors paid no heed to him. At length, after an hour's hard paddling, the canoe safely crossed the river, and her rounded bottom grated on the sandy shore of the opposite side. The party sprung out,and hauling the canoe hich up on the bank, beyond the reach of the cur- rent, rested for a moment. But it was only for a moment. The tall savage—or Wild Hawk, the Mingo, as we might as well call him—assisted hy his companion, who, though his face Was now painted, and he wore an Indian dress, we know to be Derrick Thorne, the White Leopard—pulled the canoe still further up the bank, and hid it carefully out of sight, under @ thickly-spreading fir-tree. This occupied but a short while ; and then, at a sign from Wild Hawk, the litile party set forward, the chief himself leading the way, Roydon Howe coming directly behind, while to his rear trod the other two, their rifles resting in the hollow of their arms, their eyes watching every movement of the prisoner. But as sharp as was their scrutiny, they did not observe that Roydon Howe, while no eyes were upon him, suddenly bent down a wild-flower under his moccasin, which, by the by, was still reversed upon his foot. Then, quick as lightning, he bent _ another tiny flower over the other one. This was all done in -. ‘Then and thus slowly the night passed, and at last another _ .. Gay dawned. The dark, dim clouds in the east gradually grew purple, then golden, and at last the sun climbed up over the mountains, which frowned down upon the scene. But Wild + = —.4 comicbooks.com _ Hawk, though he nor his party had tasted food for nearly a _ day, still hurried on. It was plain that the chief wished to — -