unspeakable fiends, the European should save a bullet apiece for his
dear ones and one for himself.

Such was the resolve of the young American who was now making all haste
to find his beloved and her captors, and settling down into that
resolution he acted with the coolness of a veteran.

The first truth that impressed itself upon him was that the path which
he was following steadily ascended, being quite steep in many places.
This showed as a matter of course that he was attaining higher ground.
He was not familiar enough with the country to know that he was
approaching a steep ridge of hills, for the doctor had told him nothing
of the fact, and the elevated section had been passed in the boat at
night. He observed, too, that his course trended to the right, proving
that he was penetrating deeper into the country.

"If the line that the doctor is following holds straight on we must
approach each other, but his may turn more than mine--confound it!"

He had reached a point where the paths forked again. Supposing he had
been fortunate enough to take the right course at the beginning, how
could he maintain it?

Swallowing his exasperation, he reflected coolly. The trail to the
left was less travelled than the one which kept directly forward. He
believed the Ghoojurs had kept to it possibly because there was less
danger of pursuit. One fact was self-evident: nothing was to be gained
by standing still, while there was a chance of accomplishing something
by going on. With scarcely a minute's hesitation he advanced at a
rapid stride over the more faintly marked course, peering in advance