"Save you, poor child," he said, as he shook his head gravely, "I am afraid that is impossible."
"Then," she continued, "you will let us fall into the hands of our enemies?"
The squatter shuddered.
"Oh! Do not say that, Ellen," he replied, hoarsely.
"Still, my father, as you cannot help us to escape—"
Red Cedar passed the back of his hard hand over his dark forehead.
"Listen," he said presently, "there is perhaps one way—"
"What is it?" the three men said, eagerly, as they collected round him.
"It is very precarious, dangerous, and probably will not succeed."
"Tell it us for all that," the monk pressed him.