Part 61 (1/2)

”And we have ain, Elsie, you will not leave me as you did before? You will let me write to you? You rite to ht?”

She was looking straight into his eyes now, her face was near his, and the tereat for his impulsive nature to resist In a moment his arht!” he cried ”I do not know! Oh, we cannot always be right!”

She quickly released herself fro her cheeks

”We cannot always be right,” she adht e can Frank, Inza Burrage befriended me She thinks et Inza!”

He lifted his hand to a round hole in his coat where a bullet froh, and beneath it he felt the ruined and shattered locket that held Inza's picture

”I will not forget!” he said, his voice far from steady

CHAPTER xxxVII

FRANK'S MERCY

The forenoon passed, and the afternoon ell advanced, but still Socato the Seminole did not return

But late in the afternoon a boat and a nue and the two sailors, Black Tom and Bowsprit The canoes were filled with Indians

”Great shnakes av Ireland!” cried Barney Mulloy, amazed ”Phwat th'

dickens does this mane, Oi dunno?”

”It means trouble,” said Frank, quickly ”Have the rifles ready, and be prepared for hot work”

”Indians!” gurgled Professor Scotch ”We're all dead and scalped!”

”Those must be Seminoles,” said Frank ”It is scarcely likely that they are very dangerous”

The boat containing the three white persons ran boldly up to the shore, and Leslie Gage landed Advancing a short distance toward the hut, the door of which was securely closed, he cried:

”hello in there!”

”Talk with him, Barney,” Frank swiftly directed ”The fellow does not know I am alive, and I do not wish him to know it just now”

So Barney returned:

”hello, yersilf, an' see how ye loike it”

”You people are in a bad trap,” declared Gage, with a threatening air