among themselves.

"On my life De Haldimar is a prisoner with the Indians.
He has been attempting his escape,--has been
detected,--followed, and again fallen into their hands.
I know their infernal yells but too well. The last
expressed their savage joy at the capture of a prisoner;
and there is no one of us missing but De Haldimar."

"Not a doubt of it," said Captain Blessington; "the cry
was certainly what you describe it, and Heaven only knows
what will be the fate of our poor friend."

No other officer spoke, for all were oppressed by the
weight of their own feelings, and sought rather to give
indulgence to speculation in secret, than to share their
impressions with their companions. Charles de Haldimar
stood a little in the rear, leaning his head upon his
hand against the box of the sentry, (who was silently,
though anxiously, pacing his walk,) and in an attitude
expressive of the deepest dejection and sorrow.

"I suppose I must finish Lawson's work, although I am
but a poor hand at this sort of thing," resumed Captain
Erskine, taking up the prayer book the adjutant had, in
hastening on the first alarm to get the men under arms,
carelessly thrown on the grave of the now unconscious
Murphy.

He then commenced the service at the point where Mr.