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= . THE PHANTOM CHIEF. bi the progress of the mysterious attempt. Presently the bark moved and was displaced sufficiently to admit a hand, and the breathless girl could see that it was white ! The opening was still further enlarged, and a face was _ visible, peering into the lodge. The owner was soon sa- tisfied with his examination, for almost immediately he said, in a whisper: ** Miss Duval!” &= **Fenton!” exclaimed Marie, springing to the aperture, and hurriedly adding, ‘Is it indeed you ?”’ __ **For Heaven's sake be careful!” said the surveyor; “how have you been? I am so happy in finding yout and is Colonel Victor here?’ This sudden allusion was more than Muirie conld well bear. With difficulty she acquainted Fenton with the recent death of her uncle—her desolate condition—and her fear that Kishkalwa would interfere to prevent her release, The surveyor’s rage was so exireme when he had obtained, through the hints of the speaker, a glimpse of the state of affairs as respected the brave, that his pru- dence was nearly forgotten. **Marie,” said he, for the first time calling her by her Christian name—‘“I escaped from the bloody wretches up at Sandusky, and have lain in the woods, and worked my way here to free you or to die for you. I could have reached the Ohio, but the thought of you held me back, and I came to see whether I could assist you and the Colo- nel—God bless him!—to make off. What can you dof After what you have told me, I cannot leave you to seek aid. ° I will risk everything to release you. No harm can befal yourself, for at the most they will only bring you back, and as for me, anything is better than to leave you. The journey here you bore wonderfully; and surely, with the prospect of the settlements, your strengthwill hol out. Let us go, then! The moon will be down, pre- sently, and I will loosen enough of this bark to let 4 throngh—meanwhile 1 will conceal myself as I did be re, an | wien you hear three taps ou the outside, auswer by to and be ready to set oul.”