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48 RED BELT, THE TUSCAROTA. wampum over the man’s mouth, thus effectually gagging him. Again the little encampment was wrapped in quiet, and naught could be heard but the sighing of the wind amid the thick branches of the trees, and the sad creaking of the bougis as they rubbed together. Roydon Howe slept as sweetly and as securely the remain- der of the night as -he had ever done in his dear old cave. . Once only during the niglit had -he started and turned in his sleep. This was when the long and preternaturally terri- ble howl of a famished wolf echoed suddenly through the deep glades of the forest. Roydon Howe then had half sprung to his elbow. He bent his ear and listened keenly. But the wild, unearthly cry came no more; and a shade of doubt and anxiety passed over the young hunter's face as he again laid down. The prisoner’s movement had not been unobserved. Vild ‘Hawk had likewise heard the scream of: tlie wolf, and he too had noiselessly raised up and listened. Then, as he saw the prisoner in a similar attitude, the warrior softly drew to him his rifle; then a grim, defiant smile flashed over his face. Oo-lum-lah did not close his eyes again that night. CHAPTER VIII. : was astir. Wild Hawk awoke each one. Then, with his own hands he unbound the white man, Derrick Thorne; but he o-9-~tiguatanipar ip Pace Don In ten minutes'the party bad gone: - » Late:that night, just éaShe- pale; win “tao wes climbing Over the tops of the moaning pines, Wild Hawk’s party en- tered the village on the Scioto. The warrior, despite the late- ness of the hour, bent his way toward the large lodge stand- ing in the center of the Indian town. This lodge-tent was COnMIclOOKS.CGOnn