until we find
them."

Boulanger struck the end of his rifle on the ground despair. Isidore
was puzzled, but suddenly a thought struck him.

"If Amoahmeh goes with me," said he quietly, "I shall be discovered by
the English, and if they find me they will shoot me."

She looked inquiringly at him as if she half understood the purport of
his words.

"To be sure," interposed the guide. "Do you want him to be shot? If
not, you must go back." There was a short pause; then Amoahmeh bowed
her head, and crossing her hands over her bosom turned away and began
to retrace her steps towards the settlement.

The young soldier made a gesture as though he would have recalled her,
but Boulanger stopped him. "Let her alone, monsieur, for goodness
sake. But for that lucky shot of yours we should never have got rid of
her; and think, only think, monsieur, the further she had gone the more
impossible it would have been for you to shake her off. Do you want
her to stick to you all your life?"

Isidore admitted that the guide was right, and on they went. Yet his
heart was full of pity for the poor child as he looked back and saw her
stealing silently away through the wood, and he felt that he had been
compelled to extinguish the ray of sunlight that had shone in upon the
darkness of her soul.

The travellers halted before noon and rested for some hours. They then
pursued their march until near sunset, when they came to the elevated
ridges which divide the small rivers flowing northward into the St.
Lawrence, from those which run southward towards the West Hudson and
the Ohio. Boulanger's object was to reach a village situated amongst
the numerous small lakes in this district, and obtain a canoe, by means
of which he might greatly lighten the rest of their journey. The
Indians were of a friendly tribe and knew him of old, so he had no
fears about the reception they might give him.

"In ten minutes," said he, "we shall reach the largest lake about here,
and at this season we can skirt along its banks instead of having to go
over yonder hill--no light task after the close of such a march as we
have had to-day." As he spoke, a form was seen bounding towards them
with the swiftness of a young roe; both stopped amazed, as Amoahmeh
sprang forward, and laying her hand on Boulanger's arm, pointed with
the other towards the leaf-covered ground, and uttered the single word
"Iroquois."

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