“Very true; although disappointment has attended us thus far, I begin to feel a little of my natural hope return. I trust that this opportunity will not escape us.”
“Ah! more signs yet,” exclaimed Graham, who had been examining the ground for several yards around.
“What now?”
“That’s a piece of her dress is it not?”
And he held up small, fluttering rag in his hands. The father eagerly took it, and examined it.
“Yes; that is Ina’s; I hope no violence has placed it in our hands,” and several involuntary tears coursed down his cheek at the allusion.
“I’m thinking she left it there on purpose to guide us,” remarked Graham.
“Shouldn’t wonder at all,” added Haldidge.
“She must have seen us, of course, and has done all she could to guide us.”
“Very probable; but it strikes me rather forcibly that we are gaining nothing in particular by remaining here. Remember the savages are going all the time.”