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We were hopelessly prisoners On le had becoh Cairnes had to be knocked insensible before the heathen finally hastly white appeared his usually florid face as the victorious savages dragged hi his heavy body down like carrion upon the rocks De Noyan appeared badly cut, his gallant clothing clinging to his, silent witnesses to the le Yet the Chevalier was far froorously kicking at a passing shin "'T is not my custom to lie with head so low Ah, Benteen," he s at the recollection, "that was the noblest fighting that ever came my way, yet 'tis likely we shall pay well for our fun Sacre! 't is no pleasant face, that of their grim war-chief, nor one to inspire a man with hope as he makes plea forno greater outward concern than he "Nor will the ugly clip on his shoulder leave his humor happier"

The Chevalier's eyes danced at the recollection

"'T was our preacher friend who sheared him I hold it a master-stroke; but for a spear-butt on the way it would have cleft the fellow into two equal parts Have you seen aught of Eloise since the fight?"

"She lies yonder against the wall at my left, and remains unhurt, I think I will make effort to turn over, and have speech with her"

So securely had I been bound with coarse grass rope, I found it no se the position ofrock, and clearly perceiveposture ithin the darker shadow, bound as were the rest of us

"You reently, and it heartened lanced up at sound of my voice

"No blow has touchedthe stains of blood disfiguring both you and my husband Are the wounds serious ones?"

"Nay, mere scratches of the flesh, to heal in a week Why did you waste your last shot on that savage ould have struck me? It was not the will of De Noyan that it be expended thus"

"You must have formed a poor conception of me, Geoffrey Benteen," she answered, as if hly than your own But for my solicitation you would never have been in such stress, and, whatever else may be true, Eloise de Noyan is not one accusto her friends"