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Sneak set out in quest of the antidote, and the rest directed their steps homeward. When they reached Roughgrove's house, they found Joe lying in the middle of the floor on his back, and groaning most dolefully. He had applied the salt to the wound as directed, and covered it and his whole leg so plentifully with bandages that the latter seemed to be as thick as his body.

"Oh no!" cried Joe, when Roughgrove interpreted the Indian's request, "keep him as a hostage he may be cheating us." "I do not see the impropriety of Joe's remark this time," said Glenn. "Ask him where he will go, if we suffer him to depart," said Boone. To Roughgrove's interrogation, the Indian made a passionate reply. He said the white men were liars. They were now quits.

"Pshaw!" repeated Glenn, striding out of the inclosure, and descending the path leading to Roughgrove's house, whither he directed Joe to follow when he had galloped the horses. "Have you got any licker in the house?" asked Sneak, staring at the retreating form of Glenn. "No its all gone. Why do you ask?" returned Joe. "Becaise that feller's drunk," said Sneak, with a peculiar nod.

Dod my neck's very sore." The companions continued the rest of the way in silence. When they reached home, and returned the horses to the stable, they proceeded down the path to Roughgrove's house to report their adventure.

Saying this, Joe set out to execute his purpose, while Glenn proceeded to Roughgrove's house to see how William progressed in his studies. The intelligent youth, under the guidance of Roughgrove, Glenn, and his unwearying and affectionate sister, was now rapidly making amends for the long neglect of his education while abiding with the unlettered Indians.

The dark eyes of the girl assumed an unwonted lustre, and she turned imploringly to Mary, Glenn, and Roughgrove. "Oh!" cried William, in his native tongue, addressing his white friends; "let La-u-na dwell with us! She is as innocent as the lily by the brook, and as noble as a queen. Father," he continued, stepping forward and taking Roughgrove's hand, "you won't refuse my request!

When he reached the house, his fears were by no means allayed on beholding the most valuable articles of Roughgrove's dwelling already removed thither, and the ferryman himself, his daughter, Boone and Glenn, assembled in consultation within the inclosure. Joe closed the gate hurriedly after him, and bolted it on the inside. "Why did you shut the gate? Open it again," said Glenn.

The return The young chief in confinement Joe's fun His reward The ring A discovery William's recognition Memories of childhood A scene Roughgrove's history The children's parentage. The party on their return did not travel so rapidly as they had advanced.

"It's all right!" replied Sneak, eagerly; "there is only two or three of 'em, and old Roughgrove's out there talking to 'em! How do you open the door? Let me out!" The door was opened with reluctance and cautiously by Joe, and Sneak going foremost all the party sallied out into the fresh air.

A spreading elm stood near the door of Roughgrove's house, and beneath its clustering boughs William and Mary were seated on a rude bench, entirely screened from the glaring light of the sun. A few paces distant the brook glided in low murmurs between the green flags and water violets over its pebbly bed. The morning dew yet rested on the grass in the shade.