The Daughter of the Chieftain : the Story of an Indian Girl by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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ready to do as he said.
Ben looked back. The warrior with a torch, after walking a rod or so from the fire, had stopped, and was now in plain sight, with the flaming brand held above his head, while he peered out in the gloom in the direction of the fugitives, as if expecting to discern them. Could he have known how near they were, he and his companions would have rushed down upon them; but they must have thought they had fled much further. It was impossible to trail them by torchlight as fast as they could travel, and the Indians did not waste time in the effort. The one with the torch went back to his companions. The incident warned our friends of a new form of danger, which until then had not been counted among the probabilities. The Indians, as you know, can trace a person through the woods with wonderful skill, seeing signs where the untrained eye observes nothing. If these three chose to wait where they were until daylight, there was nothing to prevent their taking up the trail and tracing the fugitives wherever they went. "It won't do to stay here," said Ben, "for they will be right upon us at daylight." "Providing they wait where they are." "Why should they not do so? They are looking for us." |
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