rom excessive emotion.

"Come, now, walks right behind me, and if you sees--dunder and blixen!
dere comes an Injin!"

The girl had caught a glimpse of two shadowy figures, and without
thought, she did the wisest possible thing for her to do under the
circumstances. Springing back within the lodge, she reseated herself
beyond the form of her prostrate sentinel, and waited for them to pass.

"How do you do, brother?" asked one of them, in the Shawnee tongue, as
they halted. "How gets along our prisoner?"

"Pretty good; she is in de lodge."

"She is safe in the hands of Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, but I will
look in." The savage stepped to the entrance and merely glanced
inside. The darkness was so great that he saw nothing but the figure
of the squaw before him, and he and his companion passed on. The
captive waited until she was sure they were beyond sight and hearing,
and then she stepped forth again.

"Let us hurry," said she, eagerly. "There may be others near."

"Yaw, but don't push me over on mine nose."

"Oh! if she awakes, or we are seen!"

"She won't do dat. She shleeps till morning, and bimeby I shleeps too,
and won't wake up afore she does."

"Be careful, be careful, my good friend, and do not linger so," said
the girl, nearly beside herself with excitement, "and let us stop
talking."

"Yaw, I bees careful! I ain't talking. It bees you all de time dat is
making de noise. I knows better dan for to make noise, when dey might
hear. Doesn't you fink I does?"

"Yes, yes, yes."

"I'm glad dat you t'inks so. I knowed a gal once; she was a good 'eal
like you; Annie Stanton was her name; she had a feller dat was a good
'eal like de Lieutenant, and dey didn't t'ink I knowed much, but dey
found dey was mistaken. Don't you b'lieve dey did?"

"Yes, yes--but you are talking all the while."

"Dat ish so--I doesn't talk no more."

Finally, the impression reached the brain of Hans Vanderbum that he was
making rather more noise than was prudent, and he resolutely sealed his
lips--so resolutely that, being compelled to breathe through his
nostrils, Miss Prescott feared that the noise thus made was more
dangerous than had been his indulgence in conversation. She endeavored
to warn him, but he firmly refused to hear, waddling ahead, his huge
form stumbling and lumbering forward like a young elephant just
learning to walk. The moon being directly before them, his massive
shoulders were clearly