sing was somewhat rough, and I was leaping from one rock to
another, when I fell and sprained my ankle. Just as I got up--being
then on higher ground than my companions, and having a more extensive
view--I saw a large band of horsemen approaching at full gallop. I knew
at once that they were Redskins.

"Indians! Indians!" I shrieked out to Mike. "Tell Reuben to run and
let our friends know that the enemy are upon us."

Mike shouted at the top of his voice, as I had desired him. I saw
Reuben set off, and Mike following him. Presently Mike stopped and
looked back to see what had become of me. I endeavoured to run, but
found it impossible to move. Before I had made a second step, I sank to
the ground.

"Sure, you are not coming, Masther Roger," cried Mike, on seeing me
fall.

The pain I endured prevented me speaking.

Mike rushed back towards me, crying out all the time, "Come along! come
along!" But move I could not.

He was still at some distance from me, when, looking round, I saw that
the Indians were rapidly approaching. I made signs to him to save
himself, but he either did not, or would not, understand them.

"Go back! go back!" I at length cried out.

"Arrah! and sure, not till I've got you on me back," he answered, still
making his way towards me.

I felt very certain that, with me to carry, he could not possibly reach
the train before the Indians would be up with us, and he could scarcely
have failed to know this.

"Cling to me back, Masther Roger, and I'll show the Ridskins how a
bog-trotter can get over the ground;" and stooping down, he seized my
arms and threw me on his back. "Now, here we go!" he cried out, and
began leaping over the ground with as much agility as if he had had no
burden to carry.

But his efforts, as I feared they would be, were in vain. A wild whoop
sounded in my ears, and looking back I saw upwards of a dozen Indians in
their war-paint--their feather-plumes and cloaks flying in the air, as
they galloped forward on their mustangs over the rocky ground, sending
the stones and dust flying away from their heels. I expected every
instant to feel one of those ugly-looking spears plunged into my back.
One of the painted warriors was just about to finish my career, when I
heard a loud voice shouting in an authoritative tone; and instead of
transfixing me, he let the point of his spear fall, then, seizing me by
the collar, dragged me up on his steed, and laid me across