r escape, before the rest of
the Coast Guard could reach the spot. Her alarm increased when she
found that Dore had crept away.

What she dreaded happened. The two preventive men came down into the
hollow, as if about to descend to the beach. Suddenly they were set
upon by a dozen men. One fired his pistol, the other was knocked down
before he could draw a weapon from his belt. The first fought
desperately, but a blow from a hanger brought him to the ground, where
he lay mortally wounded. The arms of the other were pinioned, his mouth
gagged, and the smugglers rushed down to the beach.

The signal was now made to Hanson and his companions. The smugglers
waited to allow time for them to come in, every instant dreading the
return of the Coast Guard. At length a cry was heard, "Help, help!"
Several of the most daring rushed into the water. First one of Hanson's
companions was dragged on shore, almost exhausted. The tubs were drawn
in, and rapidly carried up the cliff. The second man was next found;
but he had abandoned his tubs, and was more dead than alive. But where
was Hanson himself?

Susan had found her way down to the beach. No one noticed her.

"I'm afraid the captain is gone. It was his plan, but a desperately
dangerous one," she heard one of the men say. She stood speechless with
terror.

Just then a light flashed from the cliff above.

"Each man for himself," was the cry, as the smugglers made their escape
up the only path open to them.

She stood alone on the sand, with the seas roaring up to her feet. She
heard footsteps approaching. "Oh! where--where is my husband?" she
cried out.

"I don't know, missus; but murder has been committed, and some one has
done it." It was one of the preventive men spoke.

Daylight at length broke. A tangled mass of tubs and rope, and a human
form attached to them, was seen surging up and down in the foaming
breakers. It was dragged on shore, and the poor young widow sank
senseless on her husband's body.

CHAPTER TEN.

THE INDIAN MOTHER, A TALE OF THE ROCKY MOUNTAINS

THE HALF-BREED TRAPPER LA TOUCHE--HIS WIFE KAMELA--THEIR CHILDREN--THEY
ARE SENT ON AN EXPEDITION--THE ENCAMPMENT--ATTACKED BY BLACKFEET, AND
THE MEN SLAIN--THE YOUNG WIDOW FLIES--ALMOST CAPTURED--BACK TO THE
FORT--THE REFUGE DESTROYED!--WOLVES--FURTHER FLIGHT--REFUGE AT LAST.

Great Britain possesses the sovereignty over a rich extent of country,
extending from the Atlantic on