How Frank’s heart bounded at the tones of that familiar voice! Friends had been near him all the while, and he had not been aware of it. He could not, however, waste much time in thinking about the trapper. He had imagined that his escape from the Ranchero had placed him beyond the reach of danger for the present, but now he found that he was running straight into it. There were other persons in the woods, of whose presence he had been ignorant, and now they began to show themselves. The trapper’s wild Indian yell was answered by an order shouted in Spanish; and then was presented a scene that reminded Frank of some passages in one of his favorite books—Sir Walter Scott’s “Lady of the Lake.” When the outlaw and King James were conversing, and the latter expressed a desire to see the rebel chieftain and his band, Roderick gave one shrill whistle, and—
“Instant, through heath and copse, arose
Bonnets and spears and bended bows.
On right, on left, above, below,
Sprung up at once the lurking foe.
From shingles gray their lances start;
The bracken bush sends forth the dart;
The rushes and the willow wand
Are bristling into ax and brand;
And every tuft of broom gives life