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A HINT FROM CHARLEY. 69: heard a mile through the cold, frosty air—even Juba and the dogs appearing to be sensible of their loss. . “A brave, honest fellow,’ added Perry; “but where is Fletcher? What on earth has become of him? I do wish he was here.” ‘Gone after moose, or a little dear,” said Charley. . Gage started ; and beckoning Charley aside, beyond ear-shot of the others, asked him sternly what he meant. “Oh, nonsense, cap’n—don’t you get ryled—don’t I know what you’ve both been arter for the last three days, ever sence we first heerd about the little moccasin tracks? Ah-ha!— can’t. fool this chile, as Juba says; them fellers think me un- derwitted—but—I guess I know a thing or two.” The captain felt relieved. For a moment, he was afraid Charley had been playing the eavesdropper; but when he called to mind the precaution they had taken while out in the burnt district—sitting ou the snow, behind the charred stump, where they could sweep the whole country for miles, he gave up the idea, and patting Charley on the shoulder, and telling him to lie low and keep dark—#in reply to which the youth gave him two or three winks with both eyes—he returned to the logging swamp, feeling easier and safer, if not happier for the explanation. : CHAPTER VII. UNEXPECTED RETRIBUTION, Tr was, indeed, a weary. tramp for poor Fletcher. Having no special interest in the question, except so far as Gage war concerned, he held on his way with a dogged resolution, worthy of the highest praise, till he reached the point where they had both been turned back two days before ; meanwhile, it began to snow, and long before he reached the spot where he was to turn off, the narrow pathway was entirely hidden, and not a footprint was to be found. Still he persevered, and after stopping a while to take his bearings, and to study the moss on the trees, and observe * 96 3 comicbooks:com