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prayer to God. Then, slightly tranquilised by her appeal to Him, who is omnipotent, she fell back on the pile of dry leaves that served as her bed, and, as she had promised Ellen, attempted to sleep.

      CHAPTER VIII

      THE FLIGHT

      The night covered the tranquil desert with its dark blue sky, studded with dazzling stars. A majestic silence brooded over the prairie; all were asleep in the island save the two Canadian sentries, who, leaning on their rifles, followed with absent eye the tall shadows of the wild beasts that slowly came down to drink in the river.

      At times a mysterious quiver ran over the trees, and shook their tufted crests, whose leaves rustled with a strange sound.

      Dick and Harry, the two worthy hunters, interchanged a few words in a low voice to while away the tedium of their long sentry go, to which they were condemned, when suddenly a white shadow glided through the trees, and Ellen stood by their side.

      The young men started on seeing her; but the maiden greeted them with a smile, sat down on the grass, and with a graceful gesture made them a sign to seat themselves by her side. They hastened to obey her.

      The hunters looked at the maiden, who smiled on them with that infantile grace which no expression can render.

      "You were talking when I came up."

      "Yes," Harry answered, "we were talking of you."

      "Of me?" she said.

      "Was it not for your sake alone that we joined this troop of bandits?" Dick said, in an ill-humoured tone.

      "Do you regret being here?" she asked, with a soft smile.

      "I did not say that," the young man continued; "but we are not in our place among these villains. We are free and loyal hunters, honourable wood rangers; the life we lead oppresses us."

      "Were you not talking of that when my presence interrupted you?"

      They remained silent.

      "Answer boldly!" she went on.

      "Good heavens! You know that such a life is as oppressive to me as it is to you."

      "What do I know?" Harry said. "Many times I have proposed to you to fly, and leave these men whose hands are constantly polluted with blood, but you have ever refused."

      "That is true," she said sadly; "alas! Although these men are criminal, one of them is my father."

      "For two years that we have been following you everywhere, you have given us the same answer."

      "It was because I hoped that my father and brother would abandon this career of crime."

      "And now?"

      "I have no hope left."

      "In that case?" Harry exclaimed sharply.

      "I am ready to follow you," she answered, sharply.

      "Is that the truth? Is it your heart that is speaking, Ellen? Do you really consent to abandon your family and trust to our honour?"

      "Listen," she answered, sorrowfully; "for two years I have thought deeply, and the more I reflect the more does it appear to me that Red Cedar is not my father."

      "Can it be possible?" the hunter exclaimed, in amazement.

      "I can say nothing certain; but when I go back I fancy (though this is vague and surrounded by shadows in my mind) I can remember another existence, very different from the one I am leading at present."

      "You can remember nothing positive?"

      "Nothing: I see pass, as in a vision, a lovely pale lady, a man with a proud glance, and of tall stature, who takes me in his arms, and covers me with kisses, and then – "

      "Well, and then?" the hunters exclaimed, in a panting voice.

      "And then I see flames, blood, and nothing more, but a man carrying me off through the night on an impetuous steed."

      The maiden, after uttering these words in a broken voice, hid her head in her hands. There was a lengthened silence, during which the Canadians attentively observed her: at length they drew themselves up, and Harry laid his hand on her shoulder: she raised her head.

      "What would you of me?" she said.

      "Ask you a question."

      "Speak!"

      "Since you have grown up have you never tried to clear up your doubts by questioning Red Cedar?"

      "Yes," she answered, "once."

      "Well?"

      "He listened to me attentively, let me say all I had to say, and then gave me a glance of undefinable meaning, shrugged his shoulders, and answered, 'You are silly, Ellen; you must have had a bad dream. That story is absurd.' Then he added, in an ironical voice, 'I feel sorry for you, poor creature, but you are really my daughter.'"

      "Well," Dick said, in a tone of conviction, as he struck the butt of his rifle fiercely on the ground, "I tell you that he lied, and that man is not your father."

      "Doves do not lay their eggs in the nests of vultures," Harry added. "No, Ellen, no, you are not that man's daughter."

      The maiden rose, seized each of the hunters by the arm, and, after looking at them for a moment, said:

      "Well, and I believe so too. I know not why, but for some days past a secret voice has cried in my heart and told me that this man cannot be my father; that is why I, who, up to this day, have always refused your offers, have come to trust myself to your honour, and ask you if you will protect my flight."

      "Ellen," Harry answered in a grave voice, and with an accent full of respect, "I swear to you before that God who hears us, that my companion and myself will risk death to protect or defend. You shall always be a sister to us, and in that desert we are about to traverse in order to reach civilised countries, you shall be as safe and treated with as much respect as if you were in Quebec Cathedral, at the foot of the high altar."

      "I swear that I will do all Harry has just said; and that you can, in all confidence, place yourself under the safeguard of our honour," Dick added, raising his right hand to Heaven.

      "Thanks, my friends," the maiden answered. "I know your honour. I accept without reservation, persuaded as I am that you will fulfil your promise."

      The two men bowed.

      "When shall we start?" Harry asked.

      "It will be better to take advantage of Red Cedar's absence to fly," said Dick.

      "That thought is mine, too," Ellen remarked, but added, with some hesitation, "I should not like to fly alone."

      "Explain yourself," Dick said.

      "It is needless," Harry quickly interrupted him. "I know what you desire. Your thought is an excellent one, Ellen, and we gladly assent to it. The young Mexican lady can accompany you. If it be possible for us to restore her to her family, who must feel in despair about her, we will do it."

      Ellen gave the young man a look, and slightly blushed.

      "You are a noble-hearted fellow, Harry," she replied. "I thank you for having guessed what I did not know how to ask of you."

      "Is there anything else you want of us?"

      "No."

      "Good! Then bring your companion here as speedily as possible, and, when you return, we shall be ready. The gambusinos are asleep. Red Cedar is absent. We have nought to fear, but you had better make haste, so that before sunrise we may be far enough from here not to fear those who will doubtless pursue us when they observe your flight."

      "I only ask you for a few minutes," the maiden said, and soon disappeared in the shrubs.

      In vain had Doña Clara sought sleep, in obedience to her friend's recommendations. Her mind, agitated by hopes and fears, had not allowed her to enjoy a moment's rest. With eye and ear on the watch, she listened to the voices of the night, and strove to distinguish, in the gloom, the shadows that at times glided through the trees.

      Ellen found her awake, and ready to start. The maidens' preparations

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