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HELP WANTED. 85 glancing at Gage, and then at a broken strap and two or three leathern thongs about the Old Forester’s legs.” . ee; and wore them till the heavy rain made them of no use.” | “Were they uncommonly large ?” “Among the largest you ever saw—but why do you ask ?” “ One word ‘more—had you a dog with you ?” “You are very inquisitive, to be sure. Yes, but they shot him.” | Gage and Fletcher here interchanged another look, which the major saw. “7 know what you are ‘thinking of,” said he; “ but this is no time for explanations. You may be right in your guesses, and you may be wrong ; but what I want to know now is, whether you are ready t go with me on what I tell you now, may be a matter of life and death for all of us.” “ With my whole heart!” said Gage. “ We told you so at the beginning—but civela I pray you, some idea of the errand before we start.” ~— | | xc Mashing but reasonable—they have carried off my child, and”—gasping, “ she must | recovered before we sleep.” “His child /—she!? whispered Gage, with a look of triumph, which did not oie the watchful eye of the Old Forester, who seemed rather pleased than otherwise. , “ About what age is the child e asked Fletcher. “ A little-over sixteen.” Up sprung the delighted Gage y his feet! and up sprung Fletcher! ‘ We are both ready pr 4 ey cried; “but allow us to ask what your plan is ?” “ Oertainly. Itis to find their trail—to follow it—and if we get a chance, to pick them off one by one; or if noth- ing better can .be done, to wait until ys camp, and settle the business by a night attack.” “ And how many are there ?” asked Fletcher. “Only four now—they were five when they started with poor Lily-pad ; but ” and he stopped short. Lily-pad !” “Yes, that’s what we have called her for the last dozen years. But mind you—we have to deal with some of the -vilest and wickedest of all the Iroquois, and with one, a chief, o ComicbooksS.COnl .