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Updated: May 31, 2025
It was the social room, decorated with photos and models and solidigraphs of hunter-ships, photos of record-sized monsters lashed alongside ships before cutting-up, group pictures of ships's crews, monster tusks, dried slashers and halberd fish, and a whole monster head, its tusked mouth open.
But bear up it did and rode proudly at last into the smooth water between the two islands. Here the men rested and mopped their moist foreheads. "Bad blow," the Indian casually remarked. "Pretty heavy," Dane replied. "I wish the slashers had come after us." "Slashers, ugh! Cowards! No come. Bimeby me ketch 'em. Me fix 'em, all sam' skunk." Dane smiled as he again dipped his paddle into the water.
He believed that the slashers would remain in the valley for some time, and perhaps wait for dawn before continuing their march. After awhile he came to the valley where stood the cabin from which he had fled several years before. He knew every foot of the place, for here he had often come with his mother.
Although the men threatened and cursed, they did not lay hands upon their chief, but contented themselves by informing him that when they came back he must have the girl there. With a great sigh of relief Norman sank down upon his pillow as the slashers left the house for their march against the mast-cutters. It was storming hard, and this suited their purpose.
Our danger now is from the slashers, as they will do their best to stir up the Indians. But Pete will be on the lookout. He nipped a little game of theirs in the bud over a year ago." "How?" Jean was becoming keenly interested. "Oh, he brought us news of a raid the slashers were about to make upon the King's mast-cutters, so we were able to check them.
When Jean awoke the next morning she was stiff and sore. She longed to stay there all day and rest. But Kitty informed her that they must move on at once, for not only were the slashers hot upon their trail, but that a storm was coming, and they would need better shelter than their rude brush lean-to could give.
Dane laughed and looked at his companion. "I am all right, Pete," he assured. "But I've seen and heard great things to-day. I also knocked out two slashers, while the third ran away." "A-ha-ha, good," the Indian grunted. "Dem all slashers in beeg canoe, eh?" and he motioned toward the harbour. "No, no; they are King George's people. They were driven out of their own homes, and have come here.
They believed that the King's men would be all housed and sound asleep, with the idea of an attack on such a stormy night far from their thoughts. They would also be ahead of the rangers, and their deed would be accomplished before Davidson's men could arrive. When the slashers were gone, Norman's mind returned to the missing girl.
That this was a final desperate effort on their part he was sure. He was very glad to be on hand to confound them in their undertaking. Leaving the slashers to their own devices, he doubled back upon the trail for a short distance, plunged off into the deep snow, encircled the camp, and at length came upon the trail farther ahead. He travelled slower now, as there was no special hurry.
She was happy, and the future looked bright. With Dane once again with her, she had no more fear. For some time they sat there, and were only aroused by a confused noise outside. Rising, and going to the door, they beheld a strange sight. The slashers were all lined up in front of the house, surrounded by armed mast-cutters. Ben Bolster, the boss, was giving orders to the rebels.
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