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"There, Alice; do you understand that?" he asked, making the room ring with his merry laughter; "I'm to be Linna's beau. How do you like it?" "I'm glad for you, but I guess I oughter be sorry for Linna." While Ben Ripley was frolicking with little Alice and her Indian friend Linna, the mother prepared the evening meal. The candles were lighted, and they took their places at the table.
Ripley, on hearing the alarming words of the little Delaware girl, came to a stop. It seemed strange that Linna should have caught the sounds noticed by no one else, and that, too, while she was whispering to her companion, Alice; but even at that tender age the inherited sharpness of hearing had been trained to a wonderfully fine degree. Mrs. Ripley was too prudent to argue with her.
The rush carried them beyond the main body of fugitives, though not out of danger, for the Iroquois were pursuing hard; but soon Omas loosened his grip and dropped the arm of the lad. They were far enough removed from the swirl to exchange words. "Where moder where Alice?", asked the Delaware, as if he had no concern for his own child. "At Forty Fort." "Linna with them?"
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Her father was near at hand, and quickly came to view. But, lo! he had a companion. It was To-wika, his faithful wife. The reunion of the Delaware family was an extraordinary one. Had no others been present, Linna would have bounded into the arms of her mother, been pressed impulsively to her breast, and then received the same fervent welcome from her father.
What become of that little sarpent you had with you yesterday?" It was Zitner who asked the question. Ben's face flushed, for he did not like to hear Linna spoken of in that way. "She is with us," he quietly replied. "What are you going to do with her?" "She is in our care, and goes wherever we go." "You seem mighty fond of the people who played the mischief with us yesterday."
And without waiting for permission, Linna started on a light run toward the point whence came the report of the rifle that gave Bruin his death wound. Mother and son looked in each other's face in mute wonderment for a full minute after the departure of the girl.
Thus, as will be seen, the Ripleys were between the two and Linna on the one hand, and the single Seneca on the other. He knew the precise location of the fugitives as well as if they had been in his field of vision from the first. He now began approaching them from the rear. Their faces turned away from him, and everything favored his stealthy advance.
Like all little girls, she was very "ticklish," and when he dallied with his fingers about her plump neck, she dropped to the ground and kicked and rolled over to get away from him. He let her up, and said with pretended gravity that he never allowed any trifling with him without punishing the person therefore. Linna did not seem to notice the absence of her father, and asked no questions.
Alice set to work, while the bright black eyes watched every movement. "Now do you want to try it?" she asked, after going through the game several times. Linna nodded her head with the same birdlike quickness, and reached out her chubby hand. Her father and Alice watched her closely.
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