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60 THE FUGITIVES. every motion without the least difficulty, and he noted that he was coming straight toward him. This convinced him that either the Indian was attempting to steal upon him un- awares, or he was not conscious of his presence, and of the fact that his every motion was observed. “ Hello! Stoddard, that you?” came an inquiring voice. The person speaking arose to his feet, while Franklin stepped toward him, recognizing as he did so, the voice and figure of young Arthur Abingdon. The next moment, he was led toward the house, where his story was soon told. CHAPTER X. THE CAPTIVES. Annie ABINGDON had mounted her horse, and her mother was in the act of mounting, preparatory to flight, when foot- steps caught their ear, and turning their startled gaze, they saw two hideously painted Indians, all grimy, scowling and baleful, come around the corner of the house, and rapidly approach. them with their peculiar sidling trot. The fugi- tives had good cause for apprehension at sight of their in- human captors. Tales of horror had reached their ears of the outrages of the red-men, and they might well be terrified at their approach. But there seemed no avenue of escape. Each of them held a rifle in his hand, and in ease of attempt at flight upon their part, there was no doubt but both would be used. | “ Shall we not fly ?” whispered Annie, adjusting. herself on the horse, and ready to give him the rein. “ No, we shall both be shot.” “ And tomahawked if we remain.” * Too late now to help ourselves.” Arthur seemed to entertain a different opinion, however: for, finding the Indians were bent on securing them, he shouted: “ Don’t you come nigh me, or you'll get your heads smashed,” and thereupon started to flee. conmicloooks.comn