But hark! A joyful sound. It was that of a horse at the gallop, and it was coming nearer and nearer.
Benee grasped his rifle.
It must be she. It must, and was poor Peggy, and Weenah was seated behind her.
He looked quickly to his repeating rifle, and patted the revolvers in his belt.
"Oh, Benee, Benee! how rejoiced I am!"
"But are you followed, Missie Peggy?"
"No, no, Benee, we have ridden clean and clear away from the savage chief Kaloomah, and we fear no pursuit."
"Ah, Missie! You not know de savage man. I do. Come. Make track now.
"Weenah," he added. "Oh, my love, Weenah! But come not down. We mus' fly foh de cannibal come in force."
It seemed but child's play to Benee to trot lightly along beside the pony.