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Her s, and was considering howdetected, when, suddenly, a look of horror came to her face and stayed there, while screams that sounded more like the screeches of a lynx orscared the blue-jay and brought those in ca, unnatural as they were, Mr Budlong recognized them

"My wife! Help! Murder! Hicks, where is she? Find a weapon and coet supper," Hicks replied, heartlessly

Mr Appel, Mr Stott, and old Mr Penrose dashed into their tents and dashed out carrying firearms that had been sealed by the Park officials, as is custo in his frenzy snatched a pair of scissors from Miss Eyester and headed the posse which expected to pursue the 's screah it was feared that worse than death uided the wrong directions but, at that, it was a considerable distance and Mr Budlong, in spite of the agonized thoughts which goaded hiradually fell to the rear of the rescue party

Mr Stott was then in the lead, with Mr Appel a close second, until the latter, earing bedrooainst a rock with such force that he believed them broken He dropped down i to and fro, clasping his foot to his breast while the others passed hi as he crashed through the brush in the vicinity of the beaver da shrieked: "Don't co When he reached the pond he stopped short and stood there, and old Mr Penrose joined hi and hopping yet covering ground with surprising rapidity, reached the others ahead of Mr Budlong, who, staggering with exhaustion, huge drops on his pallid face, and wheezing like an old accordeon, all but fainted when he saw the wife of his boso like a corn-fed Aphrodite, stood in the listening, flecked with brown particles that reseetation

"What's the , shocked and bewildered

For answer, Mrs Budlong screamed the harder