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Zeb, tell the truth. Did they capture George Leland?"

      "Bless you, no. He got away during de trouble."

      "Did they get Miss Leland?"

      "'Deed they did."

      "Is she with you?"

      "No. It took forty of 'em to watch me and de rest."

      Here the negro's words were cut short with a jerk, and he gave vent to a loud groan.

      "Gorra mighty!" he ejaculated, in fury. "Come ashore, Mr. Whiteman and Mr. Leslie. Come quick, and let dese yer fellers got you. Dey wants yer too."

      "Are there any of the imps with you?" asked Kent, more for amusement than anything else.

      "What shall I tell him?" the negro asked, in a husky whisper, loud enough to be plainly heard by the two in the boat.

      "Dey say dar ain't any of 'em. Talk yourself, if dat doesn't suit you," he added, in great wrath.

      "Three cheers for you," shouted Whiteman. "Are there any of 'em upon the other side?"

      "Dese fellers say dey am all dar. Gorra, don't kill me."

      "Good; you're the best nigger 'long the 'Hio. I guess we'll go over to the other side and visit them."

      So saying, Kent seized the oars and pulled for the opposite shore. He had not taken more than a couple of strokes when a dozen rifles cracked simultaneously from the bushes, and as many bullets struck the boat and glanced over the water.

      "Drop down," he whispered to Leslie. Instead of doing the same himself, he bent the more vigorously to his oars. A few minutes sufficed to carry them so far down that little danger was to be apprehended from the Indians, who uttered their loudest shouts and discharged their rifles, as they passed beyond their reach.

      "That's too good a chance to be lost," muttered the ranger, bringing his long rifle to his shoulder. Leslie followed the direction of his aim, and saw a daring savage standing boldly out to view, and making furious gesticulations toward them. The next instant Kent's rifle uttered its sharp report, and the Indian, with a yell, sprung several feet in the air, and fell to the ground.

      "That was a good shot," remarked Leslie, gazing at the fallen body.

      "Yes, and it's done just what I wanted it to," replied Kent, heading the boat toward shore.

      "They are going to pursue us, are they not?" asked Leslie.

      "Yes, and we'll have fun," added the ranger, as the boat touched the shore, and he sprung out.

      "Come along and make up yer mind for a long run," said he, glancing furtively toward the savages.

      Leslie sprung after him, and they darted away into the forest.

      When Whiteman had fired his fatal shot the Indians were so infuriated, that, setting up their demoniac yells, they plunged down the banks of the stream, determined to revenge their fallen companion.

      This was what Kent desired. He exulted as he saw that he was being gratified. "If there isn't fun pretty shortly it won't be my fault," said he, as he plunged onward into the forest.

      In a short time the pursuers gained the opposite shore, and followed with renewed ardor into the wilderness. Kent and Leslie, however, had gained a good start. Both being rapid runners, they had not much to fear. Had nothing unusual occurred, they would easily have distanced their pursuers. But Leslie, following Kent in a leap across a rocky gorge, struck in his comrade's footsteps in the earth upon its edge. The earth had become loosened and started by the shock, and ere Leslie could recover his footing, he fell some fifteen or twenty feet to the bottom. The fall bruised him so much that he was unable to rise, or in fact hardly to stir.

      "Hurt?" asked the ranger, gazing over at him.

      "Yes," groaned Leslie. "I can't get up. Don't wait for me, for it's no use. Go on and save yourself."

      "I hate to leave you, but it's got to be done. Lay down there; crawl in under that rock. Perhaps they won't see you. Quick, for I hear 'em comin'."

      With these words the hunter turned and disappeared, and succeeded in getting beyond the gorge without being seen by his pursuers; but this delay had given them time to gain a great deal upon him, and when he started their hurried tramp could be distinctly heard.

      His words had roused Leslie to a sense of his peril. By struggling and laboring for a few minutes he succeeded in disengaging himself and managed to crawl beneath a projecting ridge of rock. This effectually concealed him from sight, and had his pursuers no suspicion of his fall, he yet stood a chance of escaping.

      In a few moments he heard them overhead, and the pain of his wounds was forgotten in the anxiety which he now felt for his safety. He knew that they had hesitated, but whether it was on account of the leap which they were required to make, or on account of any suspicion that they might entertain, he could not divine.

      The place in which he had fallen had probably once been swept by a torrent, but now a tiny stream only warbled through it. The murmur of this, by Leslie's side, prevented his understanding the words of those above. The hum of their voices could be heard but not their words.

      Presently, however, he distinguished a well-known voice evidently in expostulation with some one.

      "Gorra mighty! does yer s'pects I can jump dat? It's bad 'nough to make me git drownded in dat river without broken my neck down dar!"

      Leslie could not help wondering why Zeb was brought along, nor how he managed to keep pace with the rest. But as he had not heard his voice before, he concluded that the negro must have been brought by several Indians who remained behind for that purpose. This conclusion was confirmed by the words which he heard the next minute.

      "Whar's de use ob jumpin'? Dem yere fellers'll soon be back, coz dey ain't agwine to cotch dat man nohow. He can run like a streak o' sunshine, and likes as not dey'll all get shot. You'd better go on and coax 'em to come back while I stay here and waits fur ye."

      In answer to this, Leslie heard some angry muttering and mumbling, but could distinguish no words. In a moment, however, Zeb's voice was audible.

      "Bless yer, you're de all-firedest fools I eber see'd. How does you s'pects I's gwine to light on toder side. Ef one of you'll take me on your back, I won't mind lettin' you try to carry me over; but I tells you I ain't agwine to try it. So you can shut up yer rat-traps."

      Hardly a second elapsed before he again spoke:

      "Hold on dar; you kickin' all my brains out! I'll try it!"

      The next moment Leslie heard a dull thump, and Zeb came rolling down directly beside him.

      "I's killed! Ebery bone is broken. I can't live anoder second."

      "Zeb! Zeb!" whispered Leslie, in a hurried whisper.

      The negro suddenly ceased his groaning and exclamations, and rolling his head over toward him, asked, in a whisper.

      "Who's dat?"

      "It's I, Zeb. Get up quick, for God's sake, before they come down, or I'm lost!"

      The negro clambered to his feet without difficulty, and disappeared, shouting to those above:

      "I isn't hurt. It war de rock dat was broke by my head striking it! How de pieces flewed!"

      CHAPTER IV.

      THE CAPTIVES

      When Rosalind Leland felt herself seized by the savage, she fainted in the arms of her swarthy captor, and so remained for a long space of time. When she recovered, she found that she was a secure prisoner in the hands of her enemies. She was grieved to see that Zeb was a companion in captivity. She felt that, could she alone suffer, she would willingly bear it. Although acquainted with many Indians, she was unable to recognize any of those around. This, of course, was a gratification. It showed that the kindness of her parents and herself had not been lost upon them. Although the recipients of her kindness might not strive to prevent violence being done her, yet they refused to participate in it themselves.

      The whole Indian force numbered about

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