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bt — Pn J << om om sate” ed - i. ca ._ et . - - ‘ » , a - a 98 : = fi rn ogo: and the big chief stark and stiffy.dead.as a sediton: And then we took the cap’n off on a litter, followed by. the she- wolf and her cub—beg pardon—Little Moccasin—Lily-pnd— crying and wringing her hands, all the way, like a Christian child.” ., Then the whispering died away, aiid somebody came up to the side of his couch and felt t his pulse with the soft touch of | a woman’s hand. Then a whole week went over, and he was able to sit-up.” And then, after expressing a desire to see Lit- tle Moccasin’s father, he fell asleep. while waiting for the an- swer, and was wakened by the sound of trampling feet at the door. It opened with a burst, and in walked the Old For- ester, followed by a- smagnificentlooking woman, wearing -a strange dress, half civilized and half barbarous, and Little Moc- casin herself, hanging behind, with downcast eyes and trem- bling from head: to foot—and Ahesiby ss whole ‘power ofthe Camp. eee “Captain Gage,” said the Old ometer, after a dead silence of ‘two or three minutes, leading the haughty, fierce-look- ing ‘woman hardly darker than - a pale Spaniard, “ Captain Gage Oonande ” | ™ “Oonanee!”. exclaimed Gong mo aba for - a moment; “and this child?” . “ Our daughter, Captain Gage.” ae “Your daughter !—her a ecthep who in God's name are you ?” oe “Peter Smith, at you : 3 “ Peter Smith !” shouted Hannaford. “ Thunder and light- ning !” | “Peter Smith ! ; ! said Perry. “Then you're thesvery fellow you told that long story about, hey? And r wife is the very gal that stabbed the j young British officer ?” added Charley. And then the Old Forester took Lily-pad by the hand, and led her up to the bench where Gage was lying propped up with blanketsiand: pillows. “She wants to thank you, Cap- tain Gage,” said he. Wheregpon Lily-pad fell upon her knees, and catching the -. captain’s hand with a low murmur, began caressing it. He _ -Femembered the touch, and leaning forward set a seal upon # connicloooks.comr