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on THE SPY’S RETURN. ~ e@ .%7 battle. Nay, do not blush; he is a brave soldier, and I doubt not will guard you well.” E “ Can I trust you with a secret, cousin ?” ate “Yes, I think so.” es have no doubt that Captain Mannering is following us, even now.” Abt" “T have seen a boat upon the lake to-day, with three per- sons in it, whom I take to be friends.” "e hope they may be; for then I shall give you into their hands and return to the army, and ask the marquis to give me a new Officer; I am tired of Jaques.” Jn a little cave, some three miles down the lake, the craft which had attracted the attention of Maggie lay safely moored, fastened by a thong of buckskin to a long root. It was one of the wooden canoes sometimes used in these regions, digni- fied by the name of “dug-out,” from the fact that they were hollowed from the trunk of a pine tree, after the manner of that famous historical character, Robinson Crusoe. The dug- out in question bore the marks of recent labor with fire and hatchet, and had evidently,been constructed on the spur of the moment, for instant use. | Tom lay in the canoe, looking indolently skyward, and whittling away at a pine-stick in his hand. Ronald sat upon: the bank above him, handling his rifle uneasily, and evidently much discomposed. The black, not at all joining in his bad humor, whistled placidly, turning his large eyes toward his white friend, from time to time. : _“ Wha’ be Eph gone, Marse Ronald ?” he asked, after a while, suspending his whittling to ask the question. “ ffe wishes to find out who it is that has built-a fire upon the bank yonder.” “Tiow far off, tink ?” “Two omthree miles.” “Come back to-night ?” | “ He must come soon; I have waited over two hours, and he promised not to delay after he had found out who they w ere. ” “ Here come some one tow,” said Tom. Ronald sprung to his feet, cocking his rifle as he did so, but the voice of the spy restrained him, i. | comichooks.comm) | ,