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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Thanks!" said I. "I think I can promise that you shall have no reason to regret your confidence." I was not without suspicion as to the motive of her complaisance: in fact, I understood it. Despite the declamatory denial she had given to its truth, my defence of Wingrove, I saw, had made an impression upon her.
I longed to impart the same emotions to my suffering companion; and, in rapid detail, I ran over the events that had occurred since our parting. To the revelations which the Mexican had made, Wingrove listened with frantic delight only interrupting me with frenzied exclamations that bespoke his soul-felt joy. When I had finished, he cried out: "She war forced to go! I thort so! I knew it!
Twenty miles separated the Mormon camp from the entrance to Robideau's Pass. Nearly the whole of that distance we traversed at a gallop. So far we had experienced no apprehension; but, after entering the pass, our foaming horses began to show signs of fatigue. Those of Sure-shot and Wingrove, that were weaker than the rest, manifested symptoms of giving out.
It was a painful spectacle; and now that Marian was safe, Wingrove and I ran on with the intention of releasing the woman from the grasp of the dog. Before we could get near, both victim and avenger disappeared from our sight! The Indian in her wild terror had been retreating backward. In this way she had reached the bank; and, having lost her footing, had fallen back downward upon the water!
A gleam of joy shot suddenly across my mind. It was the wild huntress that had given origin to the thought. On her I had founded a new hope. She must be seen! No time should be lost in communicating with her? Had she accompanied the women of the tribe? Was she upon the ground? I rose to my feet, and was going for my horse. I saw Wingrove advancing towards me.
"And you loved the other? Speak the truth, Marian! you have promised to do so you loved Frank Wingrove?" "I did." A deep-drawn sigh followed the confession. "Once more speak the truth you love him still?" "Oh! if he had been true if he had been true!" "If true, you could love him still?" "Yes, yes!" replied she, with an earnestness not to be mistaken. "Love him, then, Marian! love him still!
We still continued to observe caution. Before emerging from the defile, we halted near its entrance Wingrove and myself stealing forward to reconnoitre. An elevated post which we obtained upon a shelf of the rock gave us a commanding prospect of the upper valley. The sight restored our confidence: the caravan was in view!
The double-loaded steed a powerful animal kept on his course; but, not until he had approached within three or four hundred paces of our own front, could I account for this strange manoeuvre. Then was I enabled to comprehend the mysterious escapade. The rider upon the croup was Frank Wingrove! He upon the saddle was a red Arapaho.
It consisted of three figures all in attitudes as different as it was possible to place them in. He who lay along the ground, upon his back, was the young hunter Wingrove. He still wore his fringed buckskin shirt and leggings; and by these I recognised him. He was at too great a distance for his features to be distinguished.
It did not fail to recall to our memory the apparition that had astonished Wingrove in the morning. There was no opportunity to discuss the question. We had only time for the most vague conjectures before the savages began to fire at us discharging in rapid succession the guns which they had loaded. We soon perceived that we had little to fear from this sort of attack.
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