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- 82 THE DOOMED HUNTER. CHAPTER XII. SOMETHING OR NOTHING. RALPH waited till satisfied that all the Indians were sleep- ing soundly, when he began to work out the possibility of escape. But he soon found that any such effort would be vain. The cords which confined him were of deerskin, well worn, so that the knots could be tied in the securest manner. This the Indians had done to perfection, and after a score of fruitless endeavors to POS, ee or foot, Ralph composed himself to get such sleep as was possible, cautioning his com- yanion to adopt the same policy. Weary and worn as they were, both of them slept very soon, despite the fearful fate which seemed hanging over them. Sleeping visions came to them, certainly, some bringing hope and others winged with despair, but all in all, the rest they ob- tained was very beneficial. > Before midnight they were aroused, and, upon gaining their feet, found that all their ropes had been cast off save those up- on their hands, and the Indians stood around, prepared to. re- sume their journey. With weary limbs and aching hearts the prisoners set forth, wending their way, hour in and hour out, through the forest, stumbling over obstacles without number, meeting with varied detentions, but never pausing till the full light of day flooded the forest, awakening the songs of gladness from thousands of happy-hearted, feathered warblers. Here they paused for a short. rest; but only a few moments were they allowed the pleasure of reposing their wearied frames, ere they were dragged on again, by their zealous an - exulting captors. Ralph did not care for himself—he could endure the severest trials which his Indian guards might see “fit to impose. But when he considered that Nancy was sub- jected to th 1e rigorous treatment, obliged to perform the same long, wearying marches, his heart swelled with indigna- tion, and he longed to yent a just retribution upon the inhu- - man wretches. i ees gers ie + EComichookszcom -—- — wae