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- ‘Be made his way, without difficulty, to the spot. indicated: by his dusky friend, where the-first object his eyes encountered. was the figure of young Brainerd, holding both horses by their heads. = 4 “You must pardon me,” he hastened to say, “for failing to {keep my appointment; but they came too close to. me,and — - Zthought it best to move further away before it was too: late.” | “All right; Iam glad you did, for it is pe as good asday 3 ight in that section.” 4 “How did you find me?” | 4 “Some majestic, noble American Indian told me, without any solicitation on my part.” | “Ah, yes, it was Paul, another converted savage.’ “i : “Tf he is a Christian, what is he doing in such business aa! this ?” “ He' has been driven into it to save his own life. Tilwar-| ~~ rant he does only enough to ward off suspicion of himself, | and secks every opportunity of doing good, as has just been | proved. We will probably hear more of liim yet." } “T am sure I should like to make his acquaintance, and get a likeness of his to send-east. , | “Let us mount,’ said Brainerd, “and be ready for any ermergency.” The two did so, and, from the backs of their stecds, pated , out upon the droaatil picture of desolation before them. The whole house was a mass of living, roaring, seething. fire, which made the heayens above seem as a .vast crimson ‘arch. 3 : | “Too bad, too bad,” muttered’ Brainerd, disconsolately. “That is the second time father has» been ruined—-our hard-— earned home is perishing before our eys.” “Don't you think, Will, those savages will make it-all tight again. after they get over this little flurry of excitement?” “From the uproar they are making,” said Brainerd, withes noticing the profound wisdom of the last remark, “they ap pear to be congregated upon the opposite side of thé +house, ‘Tam anxious to know what if meazis. Suppose I make a cir- Suit, so as to get a view of them.” | Heese = “Shall I awaityou*here?”’ | i fc ecko sass Parse doing 80. Stiould you feed Eomicbooks.com.