charged their ranks,
Tecumah and only a few of the warriors surrounding him, having got some
way in advance, escaping the onslaught; the rest, who had the count in
charge, were compelled to halt, in a vain endeavour to withstand their
overwhelming foes. The darkness enabled Tecumah, and the few who
remained by him, to push on without being observed.

"On! on!" again cried Tecumah. "The rest will follow when they have
driven back our enemies."

"Oh, my father! my father! Where is he?" exclaimed Constance.

Tecumah did not answer her.

Making their way towards the shore, they reached it at length.

"Where are the canoes?" exclaimed Tecumah, looking along the beach where
they had been left hauled up.

His companions dispersed on either side to look for them. Their cries
told what had happened. Some had been sent adrift, and others had been
battered in, and utterly destroyed by a band of Tuparas, as the Tamoyos
truly surmised.

"We must make our way to the spot where they have left their canoes,"
exclaimed Tecumah; and he again attempted to lift up Constance, who had
earnestly entreated to be placed on the ground.

The din of battle still sounded as loud as ever, and the rattle of
musketry was heard close at hand. It was evident that the combatants
were approaching the shore.

"On! on!" again cried Tecumah; and, lifting up Constance, he was
staggering forward, when, faint from loss of blood, he sank on the
ground.

At that moment an Indian rushed out of the wood behind them. "Fly! fly!
our enemies are at hand. All, all have been cut to pieces. I alone
have escaped."

His arm, as he spoke, dropped by his side, while the blood flowed
rapidly from his head, giving evidence of the truth of his assertion.

Constance was kneeling down, trying to staunch the blood flowing from
Tecumah's wound. He raised himself on one arm.

"Think not of me," he said, "but endeavour, with my faithful friends,
who will accompany you, to find concealment among the rocks."

"We cannot leave you," answered Constance; "better to yield ourselves
prisoners, than to allow you to perish alone."

"You know not the nature of our enemies," said Tecumah, faintly; "they
spare no one. Fly, fly, while there is time."

The sounds of fighting were drawing rapidly nearer. All prospect of
escape seemed cut off. Constance gazed up for a moment from the task at
which she was engaged. Bullets were striking the branches of the trees
a