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misgiving, and he turned about to make a proposition to the Dutchman. “ You're so heavily-loaded, Hans, that it won’t be safe for your hoss to undertake to git up a trot, if he was able, which I don’t believe he is. - So Tl gallop ch ahead to meet the folks, while yon take your time. Are you agreeable ?” “ Yaw.” Withont waiting for any thing further, Crockett struck his mustang into a gallop, his hoofs sounding upon the earth with a Ganzerous loudness, when there was such necessity for si- lence in all their movements, A few minutes only were necessary to bring him back to the main path, where he looked keenly about in the gloom for some sign of his young frien’s ; but none was to be seen, and he heard only the sigh of the winds and the soft flowof the creek. Had they already passed 2 The question was so important that Crockett though self justified in taking rather imprudent means to answ 3 he galloped some distance down the path, and then reining 4 up, shouted : “ Hina !” ’ He repeated the call several alee ic bis voice echoed” among the trees with a startling force, but no welcome re- sponse came back in the shape of a signal from Sebastian. Then he dismounted from his horse, and advancing to where the moonlight shone upon the ground, carefully serutinized it — as an Indian does when looking for the sigus of the passing of a foe. But he was unable to detect any thing at all, and so he re- traced his steps to the “junction,” convinced that the lovers were still between him and the cabin. “Whoa! whoa! Doonderation! Why you don't shtep ?” As these excited words reached the ears of the hunter he became sensible of a furiotis tearing forward of some ani- mal, and while he was looking up the path to see what it meant, the horse of Hans Bungslager came forward on a trot, that threatened to displace every thing upon her back, and jolting the rider like so much jelly. “Whoa! shtop him!” he called out, seeing Crockett. Ae > Coninicloooks.conn + i, ep - = * - - a in és