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crs. : ~ 16 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER; OR, the cunning red-men and escape, But as it was, he was tied down to the island and surrounded on all sides by both water and ‘red-skins. However, after a few moments’ thought, a plan of escape—quite feasible with due patience and cau- tion—was suggested to his inventive mind; and turning to his companions he said : “T’ve got it now, boys, in a nut-shell.” “ What? an Ingin ?” gasped Josiah, with sudden emotion. “’* No, you fool,” responded the old Trailer, crustily. “A ‘plan by which we can all escape, if you can hold yer tongue long enuff.” The probability of escape removed all fear from Josiah's mind, and in a very self-important tone he said: “Tes true, we’ve got to git out of this, but dog my cats 4f I don’t ‘liate ‘to leave without leavin’ half a dozen dead Ingins to rot on this island.” “"Spects you would leab lots Ingings,” Eygpt replied, “ bur ye'd jis’ leave dem an’ run for life, dat’s how you leab dem.” “Oh, to thunder with your nonsense, ‘ Gyp’,” said Josiah, nonchalantly, and then to Thornpath: “How do you intend to git away from here, Thede ?” “ "Il "lustrate, as the feacher said to the boy when he wanted him to learn the virtew of birch, if ye’ll all lend a belpin’ band and gather some’ this brush.” __. Fager to know the Trailer’s intention, his companions. set to work, and in a few moments quite a pile of dry brush was gathered. Taking wp a small bunch of it, Thornpath tangled and matted it closely together, then dropped it in the water. -“ Now, hoys,” he said, “ git yer guns ready, far ’'m goin’ to send this brush adrift, and in course the Ingins will see it and think it some trickery, and ’)] swim out to ’zamine it, ‘then pepper it to 'em.” So saying, the hunter took up his long rifle, and placing ‘the tauzzle against the brush, pushed the floating pile out in- ‘to the stream. - The moon was in the zenith, full and ee and, es its Tight fell full upon the broad waters of the river it gave its surface the appearance of a sheet of molten silver. Every object upon it was plainly discernible for some distance from commiclooks.conn