asked the industrious scout, when his work was ended. "Not a soul has passed my way since you left me."
Duncan pointed out the door by which Magua had come, and which now presented too many obstacles to a quick retreat.
"Bring on the gentle one then," continued his friend; "we must make a push for the woods by the other outlet."
" 'Tis impossible!" said Duncan; "fear has overcome her, and she is helpless. Alice! my sweet, my own Alice, arouse yourself; now is the moment to fly. 'Tis in vain! she hears, but is unable to follow. Go, noble and worthy friend; save yourself, and leave me to my fate!"
"Every trail has its end, and every calamity brings its lesson!" returned the scout. "There, wrap her in them Indian cloths. Conceal all of her little form. Nay, that foot has no fellow in the wilderness; it will betray her. All, every part. Now take her in your arms, and follow. Leave the rest to me."
Duncan, as may be gathered from the words of his companion, was eagerly obey-
