would hardly have slept that night
had she known that he whose capture was the direct result of her flight
was her own dearly loved brother Donald; but so it was. By strenuous
exertions, he had so expedited the movements of his own party that they
had passed two, and sometimes three, of Cuyler's camping-places in a
day. They always examined these for information concerning those whom
they were so anxious to overtake, and after a while their anxiety was
increased by the finding of traces of Indian scouts in and about every
camping-place. At length the camp sites gave proof of having been so
recently occupied, that it seemed as though they might sight Cuyler's
boats at any time, and Paymaster Bullen, in anticipation of a speedy
meeting with the ladies, devoted so much attention to his personal
appearance that never had such a dandy as he been seen in the
wilderness.

As the paymaster's efforts to enhance his personal attractions
increased, Donald's ever-growing anxiety led him to become more than
ever impatient of such things and eager to hasten forward. He became
provoked at his companion's frivolity, and regretted ever having
consented to travel with him. When he finally discovered the prints of
Indian moccasins about one of Cuyler's fires, the ashes of which were
still hot, he grew so apprehensive of evil, and so impatient to get on,
that he refused to allow his crew even the scanty half-hour of rest at
noon to which they were accustomed. He so urged their labors of this
day, by alternate threats and promises, that the canoe reached the
eastern side of Point au Pelee at the very time of Cuyler's landing on
its western shore. Here Donald informed his men that they might cook
their evening meal, and rest for two hours, at the end of which time
they must be prepared to push on, as he was determined to overtake the
other party before they broke camp on the morrow.

During the preparation of supper, the young man paced restlessly up and
down the beach, casting occasional scornful glances at the dapper
little paymaster, who, with the assistance of the faithful "Tummas,"
was taking his regular evening bath, in his beloved tub.

While matters stood thus, there came a sound so startling and of such
vital import that all paused in their employment and held their breath
to listen. It was the cry of a woman in distress, faint and distant,
but unmistakable. Half uttered, it was cut short by a crash of guns,
mingled wit