“Emily!”
There was no response, and he repeated the summons a trifle more distinctly. As fortune willed, Emily was soundly sleeping, while Sall Simms was wide awake. The latter heard the voice of the scout, and, approaching the place softly whispered:
“What and who is it?”
“Davy Barring—come to get ye away from this.”
Sally started when she heard the name of the bold scout, spoken by his own voice.
“Hist!” she softly whispered.
“Someone is coming,” she added; “be silent for a moment.”
Listening to be sure that David had taken the bait, she glided from the apartment. In another instant she had communicated all she knew to the savage guard still awake. He uttered a grunt of satisfaction, and proceeded to arouse his companions, while Sally hastened back to the scout.
“David!” came gently to his expectant ears. He raised himself, and inquired if all was right.
“Yis, the Injin guard is gone,” she whispered, in a tone much louder than previously used.