he exclaimed.

Nigel was not likely to disobey such a command, and, taking Constance in
his arms, he bore her to the canoe.

"Oh, save our brave friend," she cried, as she pressed her lips to her
husband's, who immediately sprang back to the beach, and, listening not
to Tecumah's request to be allowed to die where he lay, he carried him,
with the assistance of the Indians who still had strength to exert
themselves, to the canoe.

Holding the steering paddle in her hands, stood Cora. The instant her
brother and Nigel were on board, she gave it a dexterous turn, and the
canoe shot away from the shore, impelled by the strokes of two lads who
formed the crew. Nigel and an Indian seized two other paddles, and with
all their strength urged on the canoe. There was no time to be lost;
already they could see a number of dark forms emerging from the wood,
while numerous bullets splashed into the water astern. The veil of
night would prove their best protection, and every effort was made to
get ahead. Cora, believing that they could no longer be seen, directed
the canoe on a different course, to one side parallel with the shore,
thus avoiding the bullets which were fired in the direction it had last
been seen. After going on for some distance, she again steered directly
for the opposite shore, which her keen sight could distinguish through
the darkness. Meantime, Constance, seated at the bottom of the canoe,
supported Tecumah's head. He gently took her hand, and pressed it to
his lips.

"I have more to thank you for than I can express by words," he
whispered, in a low, faltering voice. "I first followed a shadow, but
you showed me the glorious reality, and led me to Him, whom to know is
life eternal. I die happy, resting in His love, with the thought also
that I have preserved your life to be a blessing to one who is worthy of
you. I am going quickly, but do not mourn aloud, lest you paralyse the
efforts of our friends."

Constance felt the hand which held hers relax its grasp, and ere long
she knew that the spirit of the young Indian had taken its flight to the
realms of bliss. She placed his hand on his breast, and, obeying his
dying injunctions, refrained from giving way to her feelings. Not till
they were near the north shore, and safe for the present from their
enemies, did she speak. She then endeavoured to prepare Cora for the
discovery of her brother's death.

"I feared it was so," replied Cora, when