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#9 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER ; OR, pocket, but the chief watched her so narrowly that she could uot accomplish that which was in her mind—uppermost and constantly, Suddenly, as they swept around the base of a hillock, they came upon an Indian and white woman who were moving ip the same direction, but on foot. One glance at the pale, sad face, and Nora recognized the woman, and in tones of the tenderest love, she cried : “Oh, dear Mabel, it is you !” “ Yes, Nora, and God pity us.” “Ho! ho! ho!” laughed the chief, drawing rein before Mabel Prescott and her dusky companion, his face besmeared with coagulated blood, “so I have found you, my truant, mod- est little violet! Truly, the Fates favor me! Two pretty wives—the dashing rosebud and the modest violet-—umpbh ! Okaleah, assist my truant to a seat behind my dashing rose- bud.” Okaleah drew himself up, and let his hand wander inyol untarily toward his belt, A noble and determined look was upon his face, and his eyes flashed like coals of living fire. “No; the white lily is mine,” said Okaleah. “I sayed her life, and I have a right to her.” “ Okaleah! dog of a chief!” exclaimed Red Hand, fiercely, “do you know with whom you talk ?” “Ido; but, I will not hearken, Okaleah is strong, and does not fear the white chief. He is brave, and fears none.” _ For a moment the two men glared at each other in Slence. Okaleah, brave, noble and majestic—savage though he was, deserving the admiration Norah bestowed upon him; while Red Hand, beastly, cunning and cowardly, seemed more like @ fiend than a human in his paint and gore, “ Okaleah,” he finally said, disengaging his tomahawk, “ un-; Jess you do my bicding I will cut you down.” An unearthly light flashed in Okaleah’s eyes, and he too began loosening: his tomahawk, but before he could do so, Red Hand saw his preparations for defense, and, quicker than lightning he threw his weapon, and struck the neble young chief dead at his feet. But, at that instant, Nora, unobserved, _ th out into the grass, leaving bin without. avy weapon at ail