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84 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. wanting. Brt not now, my brother; Oo-lum-lah was raised ~ a chief—he made himself a warrior !” Without deigning further to notice the infuriated white man, except to wave him back with a warning gesture of the hand, the tall Indian approached his prisoner, and unfastened the thong which bound him to the tree. Then turning toward Derrick Thorne, he said: “The Leaping Deer is captive to the Wild Hawk! Ootum- lah is responsible for his keeping, and he will defend him with his life, should the time come.” The Gisguised white man made no reply. Then leaving the fire to die out of its own accord, the party was once again soon in motion. Slowly the day declined, and at length when the sun had set, the party again halted. Roydon Howe was now panting heavily ; he could not have held out a half-hourlonger. Then the cheery camp-fire was lit, and preparations made for getti supper. They were now far away from the Ohio, no longer feared pursuit. Then, one by one, the party laid down. Wild Hawk, after firmly securing the hunter to a stout tree, gave him a blan- ket. . Soon every eye was closed in slumber, and Roydon Howe, though bound with thongs, and lying in the midst of those thirsting for his blood, slept sweetly and peacefully. But the youngs man’s dreams were distorted; one of them was espe- cially dark. The young man shook like a leaf; a wild shudder,swept over his frame, and as he uttered a half-moaning sob, le opened his eyes, He started wildly and sat up on his elbow. Bending over him, knife in band, was Derrick Thorne; and his face, showing dimly in the gloomy air, was distorted with rage—his eyes flashing fire, his mouth, fringed by its heavy stiff mustache—was wet with frothing foam. ‘The prisoner started to his feet, at the same time shrinking away, as far as his bonds would let him. “ Breathe a word, Roydon Howe, and I'll drive this knife into your heart!” hissed the fellow, at the same time raising his hand. The steel twinkled in the dim light; but the or OR LTS tA yr Vo (> ; . i Cee MEV ae &