“If we could feel safe,” remarked Ruth, “how happy we could be. This scenery is splendid.”
“Yes,” replied the father, who was somewhat impressed by the majestic solemnity of his surroundings. “It’s enough to make any man feel solemn.”
“This would be a grand old night to go on a serenade,” said young Smith, glancing at Ruth.
“I’ve no doubt there are several Indian residences in the vicinity,” said McGowan. “Suppose you sing a song in front of them. No doubt it will be appreciated.”
“I should like to sing the death-song of all of them.”
“How soon before we reach our home?” inquired Ruth McGowan of the hunter.
“We ought to be there to-morrow afternoon, if we suffer no interruption.”
“And this is the last night we are to spend upon the river?”
“I hope it is.”
“How rejoiced I am!” exclaimed Ruth with a glowing face.