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cen? west ' - + ~ 88 THE DOOMED HUNTER. * himself among its branches, and assu easy position, Then he bent his ear toward the town a tened intently. “That is right,’.he mused. “They are going to look for me in this darkness, when they needn’t think o’ such a thing as finding me. By and .by they'll give it up, and then go about it again in the morning. While they are sleeping I will attend to the balance of my work. If I do not succeed it shall not be my fault.” Keeping perfectly quiet while the seareh progressed under and about him, the daring hunter waited till all was again si- lent. Then slipping to the ground, he crawled carefully back toward the village. Listening as he went for any movements among the inhabitants. To find the whereabouts of Nancy, and rescue her, if possible, was now his object. Soon he reached the rear of a cabin, the nearest of a group which he felt sure contained Nancy. All was dark and silent about it—no signs of life were there. The second cabin contained the remains of a smoldering fire, which lighted it up sufficiently to assure him of the char- acter of its inmates. Passing thence by two other miserable “structures, which seemed upon the point of falling down merely from the force of gravitation, he paused in the rear of another, built much more strongly, and in every way larger and superior to any he had yet seen. Instantly the feeling came over him that he gazed upon the prison of Nancy An- aw To confirm: or dispel his suspicion was first to be -OHAPTER XIII. ‘A DISCOVERY. eae al + CuosE to the walls of the Ceatine dwelling stood Ralph, peering, listening, hoping. There were no sounds to be heard within, no light that he had yet discovered, nor any signs of, | living beings. But the walls were firmly built, the door, which was strong, was closed and fastened upon the inside. _. Here were two additional reasons for supposing that the place was a prison, Komicbeokscom