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Ben as usual took the lead, and, before he had gone twenty steps, was caught under the chin by a protruding limb that almost lifted him off his feet. Then he went headlong into a hollow and bruised himself against some stones. Still, he did not give up, and by and by the ground became more level and his mishaps less frequent. Alice and Linna, like little heroines, never murmured.
"S h!" interrupted the mother. All caught an indistinct murmur, which proved Linna was right. "Me tell you eh?" she said in a proud undertone, her black eyes sparkling with triumph. "You are right: wait till I learn whether they are friends or enemies. I will not be gone long."
"No; me won't. Me don't like you," she replied, with an angry flirt and backward step. "Jingo!" exclaimed the surprised Zitner; "I didn't think she could talk our lingo. Say, Miss Spitfire, what is your father's name?" Before either Mrs. Ripley or her son could interpose, Linna answered defiantly "He Omas great warrior kill good many white people kill you!"
"We shall come across some before long," said Ben hopefully when he and his mother had divided the luggage between them and set out toward the rising sun; "we are a great deal better off than the poor folks of Wyoming." The mother pinched the clothing of Linna, and found it dried of the moisture gained by her swim in the Susquehanna.
"I don't think we need give any more thought to Zitner," said Ben; "and I am sure we are all glad. He could not find us now, if he tried." "If they kept to their course, we must be several miles apart." "I have been working my way back, so that, after all, I do not think we have lost much ground. I hope Miss Linna is satisfied." "She would make complaint if she was not."
Ben obeyed. He knew all about such boats, and could have paddled it across had there been a paddle to use, but there was none. When the Delaware laid his rifle inside with Ben's, it was evident he intended to swim, towing or shoving the boat. "Come, Linna, there's just room for you," added the youth, reaching out his hand for the dusky little girl.
The sight of the Indian, however, at the stern would make it appear that they were already prisoners, and the other warriors would give their attention elsewhere. Omas kept clear of Monacacy Island, and by and by his feet touched ground. Before that, the dripping Linna had run out on land, and so the whole party safely reached the eastern shore.
"But do you mean that we shall all go with you tonight?" The Delaware was silent for a few seconds. His active brain was busy, reviewing the situation. "No," he finally said; "stay here till Omas come back; then go with him all go den no one be hurt." "Very well; we will wait till you come to us again. We will take good care of Linna."
What about her?" "Who's Linna?" asked the visitor. "She is the little child of Omas, the Delaware warrior. He brought her here this afternoon to make Alice a visit, and promised to call tomorrow for her. Will it be safe to wait until he comes?" The neighbor shook his head. "You mustn't take any chances. Why don't you turn her loose to take care of herself? She can do it."
Ripley dared not answer the question as her heart prompted. At the same time, she could think of no means of throwing them off their track. "It might have been better had we stayed with Zitner and Burwink no, it would not have been," she corrected herself, "for they were unfriendly to Linna. But we must go."
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