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83 THORNPATH, THE TRAILER ; OR, CHAPTER XIV. THE TRAIL CLOSED. In « few moments Nora made known her presence end had descended to the ground and was clasped joyfully to het father's breast, All was soon explained in regard to Mabel’s whereabouts, as well as that of Frank Harwood and Captain’ Stanfield, though it was quite puzzling to the mind of Thorn- path as to how they came to be cuptives. In hopes of overtaking the savages hefore they reached the stronghold of their village, the party at once set off to follow them. Nora would go along; so her father put her upon his horse, while he walked with the rest of the men. Thornpath took the trail, and though it was quite dark, he followed it easier than his companions could follow him. Gradually the night wore away and found them still upon the trail. At daybreak they halted and partook of a break- fast of boiled venison, then resumed their journey, much re freshed., Noon found them just entering the great belt of timber bordering the North Checauque river, having caught no sight of those they were following, yet they were some ten miles from the Indian village. Half this distance had been passed when Egypt, who was some distance in the rear, came running up and informed the hunters that an Indian squaw, mounted upon a black pony and leading a heavily-loaded pack-animal, was coming 8 short distance behind. For fear that the squaw would discover them and escape to the village and give news of their approach, the hunters concluded to conceal themselves and capture her. So Nors rode off to one side and the men concealed themselves in some underbrush. As the squaw approached them, George Raymond recognized her to be a young halforeed p _ whom he had often seen at the settlement. She was y and beautiful, with dark, flashing eyes, regular kage sea a . J , — Sco ee,