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HOW IT TASTED. UT Each tipped up his bark, and poured into his open mouth the fiery mass. Then followed a howl of agony, as the two spluttered out the scalding stuff,and ran blindly hither and yon in their torment. The tears were streaming from eyes that were “unused to weep,” and it may be questioned whe- ther the burning stake would have wrung such demonstrations from the two victims. Mrs. Abingdon and Annie could but laugh at the ludicrous- ness of the whole scene. Mrs. Smithson, the author of all this misery, stood looking quietly on, with an expression that a close observer would have pronounced indicative of a hypo- critical commiseration for their suffering. CHAPTER XITTI. ON THE PATH. Ir required young Arthur Abingdon but a few moments to acquaint his friends with the main facts of the capture of his mother and sister, and the manner in which he had eluded their vigilance, and reached home. Young as he was, he possessed enough prudence to approach the house cautiously. -By so doing, he saw the sentinel first, which certifies to the extreme peril that personage underwent by his self-appointed duty. | But the most exciting announcement was that the Indians who held their friends were at that moment but a few miles away—proceeding at a leisurely gait—and following a r@u- larly traveled path. Having no reason to féar pursuit, it was not to be expected that they should take any precautions to * guard against it. Old Gershom was smiling grimly, the young Quaker quiet and pleased, while the lieutenant could scarcely restrain him- self. “We shall soon have them!” he exclaimed. “ Only two of them! I wouldn’t be afraid to attack them, if I was alone.” comicbooks.conn