--EDWARD SANFORD.
The moon was now well up in the sky, although it was still
comparatively early in the night. It was hardly possible that the
escape of Miss Prescott could be discovered before morning, yet the
Huron was too prudent not to guard against the most remote probability,
by taking up their march at once in a direct line for the settlement.
The eight or ten hours of unmolested travel that were before them, were
amply sufficient to place all beyond danger, at least from the Shawnees
who had just been left behind. Taking the lead, as usual, he proceeded
at a moderate walk, timing his progress to the endurance of the maiden
with him, still keeping the impatient Cato behind.
"I say, Oonomoo," called out Lieutenant Canfield, in a suppressed
voice, "suppose Miss Prescott and myself should indulge in
conversation, would you have any objection?"
"No--don't care--talk sweet--talk love--so no one hear but gal--gal
talk low, sweet, so no one but him hear," returned the Indian,
pleasantly.
Falling a rod or so in the rear, the Lieutenant took the willing hand
of his betrothed, and said:
"Tell me, dear Mary, of your captivity--of all that happened to you
since they took you from your home."
The girl proceeded to relate what is already known to the reader,
adding that but for the friendship of Hans Vanderbum and Oonomoo, she
never would have hoped to escape from her captivity.
"The Dutchman is a stupid, honest-hearted fellow, whose heart is in the
right place, and the Huron has endeared himself to hundreds of hearts
by his self-sacrificing devotion in their hour of affliction.
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