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.These several movements consumed a minute or two, and by the time the eye of the scout had got a dim view of things without, two boats had swept past, and shot up to the shore, at a spot some fifty yards beyond the block, where there was a regular landing.The obscurity prevented more from being seen, and Pathfinder whispered to Mabel, that the new comers were as likely to be foes as friends, for he did not think her father could possibly have arrived so soon.A number of men were now seen to quit the boats, and then followed three hearty English cheers, leaving no further doubts of the character of the party.Pathfinder sprang to the trap, raised it, glided down the ladder, and began to unbar the door, with an earnestness that proved how critical he deemed the moment.Mabel had followed, but she rather impeded than aided his exertions, and but a single bar was turned when a heavy discharge of rifles was heard.They were still standing in breathless suspense when the war-whoop rang in all the surrounding thickets.The door now opened, and both Pathfinder and Mabel rushed into the open air.All human sounds had ceased.After listening half a minute, however, Pathfinder thought he heard a few stifled groans near the boats, but the wind blew so fresh, and the rustling of the leaves mingled so much with the murmurs of the passing air, that he was far from certain.But, Mabel was borne away by her feelings, and she rushed by him, taking the way towards the boats.»This will not do, Mabel –« said the Scout, in an earnest but low voice, seizing her by an arm.»This will not do.Sartain death would follow, and that without sarving any one.We must return to the block.«»Father! – My poor, dear, murdered father!« said the girl wildly, though habitual caution, even at that trying moment, induced her to speak low.»Pathfinder, if you love me, let me go to my dear father!«»This will not do, Mabel.– It is singular that no one speaks; no one returns the fire from the boats – and I have left Killdeer in the block! – But of what use would a rifle be, when no one is to be seen!«At that moment, the quick eye of Pathfinder, which, while he held Mabel firmly in his grasp, had never ceased to roam over the dim scene, caught an indistinct view of five or six dark, crouching forms, endeavoring to steal past him, doubtless with the intention of intercepting their retreat to the block-house.Catching up Mabel, and putting her under an arm, as if she were an infant, the sinewy frame of the woodsman was exerted to the utmost, and he succeeded in entering the building.The tramp of his pursuers seemed immediately at his heels.Dropping his burthen, he turned, closed the door, and had fastened one bar, as a rush against the solid mass threatened to force it from the hinges.To secure the other bars, was the work of an instant.Mabel now ascended to the first floor, while Pathfinder remained as a sentinel below.Our heroine was in that state in which the body exerts itself, apparently without the control of the mind.She relighted the candle mechanically, as her companion had desired, and returned with it below, where he was waiting her reappearance.No sooner was Pathfinder in possession of the light, than he examined the place carefully, to make certain no one was concealed in the fortress, ascending to each floor, in succession, after assuring himself that he left no enemy in his rear.The result was the conviction that the block-house now contained no one but Mabel and himself, June having escaped.When perfectly convinced on this material point, Pathfinder rejoined our heroine in the principal apartment, setting down the light, and examining the priming of Killdeer, before he seated himself.»Our worst fears are realized!« said Mabel, to whom the hurry and excitement of the last five minutes, appeared to contain the emotions of a life.»My beloved father, and all his party, are slain or captured!«»We do'n't know that – morning will tell us all.I do not think the affair as settled as that, or we should hear the vagabond Mingos yelling out their triumph, around the block-house.Of one thing we may be sartain; if the inimy has really got the better, he will not be long in calling upon us to surrender.The squaw will let him into the secret of our situation, and, as they well know the place cannot be fired by day-light, so long as Killdeer continues to desarve his ripitation, you may depend on it, that they will not be backward in making their attempt, while darkness helps them.«»Surely, I hear a groan!«»'Tis fancy, Mabel – When the mind gets to be skeary, especially a woman's mind, she often concaits things that have no reality.I've known them that imagined there was truth in dreams –«»Nay, I am not deceived – there is surely one below, and in pain!«Pathfinder was compelled to own that the quick senses of Mabel had not deceived her.He cautioned her, however, to repress her feelings, and reminded her that the savages were in the practice of resorting to every artifice, to attain their ends, and that nothing was more likely than that the groans were feigned with a view to lure them from the block-house, or, at least, to induce them to open the door.»No – no – no –« said Mabel hurriedly – »there is no artifice in those sounds, and they come from anguish of body, if not of spirit.They are fearfully natural.«»Well, we shall soon know whether a friend is there, or not.Hide the light again, Mabel, and I will speak the person from a loop.«Not a little precaution was necessary, according to Pathfinder's judgment and experience, in performing even this simple act, for he had known the careless slain by their want of a proper attention to what might have seemed to the ignorant supererogatory means of safety.He did not place his mouth to the loop itself, but so near it that he could be heard without raising his voice, and the same precaution was observed as regards his ear
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