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Yes, Edith was again lost to him, and as the now distant canoe rounded a bend and vanished from his sight, the young man threw himself on the ground, overcome by a dumb despair. From this state he was roused by the sound of footsteps, and of a soft voice saying, "Donald Hester." He sprang to his feet to find Ah-mo and Atoka standing before him.
If she had known the cause of those wild shouts of rejoicing, and who it was that had been made captive in her place, her heart would indeed have been heavy, but mercifully the knowledge was spared to her. In the canoe the ladies found several of their own wraps and cushions that Ah-mo had been thoughtful enough to secure.
It was an unusually happy time, for Ah-mo, having received her father's permission to do so, told them of Donald, his bravery, his wounds, his captivity, the strange manner in which he had been identified by the mark of a totem on his arm, his recovery from illness in the secluded quiet of Pontiac's island, and the glad tidings that, on the morrow, he would be allowed to visit them.
"And now, Ah-mo, I want to ask you the most important question of all. Will you I mean, can you " "Come in to supper," interrupted Paymaster Bullen, bustling out on the veranda at that moment. "Who is it? You, Donald, and you, Ah-mo, my dear girl? Why, there won't be a bite left, if you don't hurry. Never saw such feeders in my life. 'Pon honor, I never did."
"What does it mean? Tell me, Ah-mo!" gasped Edith, her voice sunk to a whisper with terror. "It is a battle," replied the Indian girl, sternly, "between thy people and my people. It is time to dress and be prepared for what may happen." In a few minutes Edith, fully dressed, declared that she must go to her father, that they might share together whatever danger threatened.
In all this busy life Ah-mo, who had fully recovered her strength and beauty, was ever the leading spirit. At the same time she was so modest and intelligent, so cheerful and uncomplaining, that Donald regarded her with ever-increasing respect and admiration.
Fortunately the shore was near at hand, for Madam Rothsay was ready to sink from exhaustion as they reached it. A low, bird-like call from Ah-mo brought to the beach a canoe that had rested motionless a few rods from shore.
By the way, Ah-mo, who is the present chief of this magic circle? or is it not known to the uninitiated?" "It is known to all who care to know," replied the girl, proudly, "for his name is Pontiac, and it is his own mark, which no other may use, that encloses the all-seeing eye of the Metai on your son's arm." "Whew-w-w," whistled the major, reflectingly.
"Nor did she tell me that she was going in search of you, for which I am now grateful, since it saved me a painful anxiety," replied the major. "Yes; Ah-mo and I are old friends, and, of late, many an hour, that would otherwise have hung heavily on my hands, has been lightened by her visits.
On the day after, when Donald called at the Bullens', with his question trembling on his lips, he was astounded and bewildered to learn that Ah-mo had left the evening before on a swift-sailing sloop for Albany. From there she would hasten to Oswego and rejoin her father, who only awaited her coming to start for his distant western home.
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