CAPTURED BY POUNDMAKER
The first thing that Pasmore did was to urge the pony to leap the crevasse on its own account; after a very little coaxing the intelligent animal gathered itself together, and jumped clear of certain death. It then rushed on with the others.
"Now, give me your hand, and we'll see if we can't find an easier place to cross," said Pasmore to Dorothy.
"It's lucky we've got on moccasins instead, of boots, is it not?" she said. She seemed to have dropped that old tone of reserve as completely as she might a cloak from her shoulders.
She gave him her hand, and they ran up the river alongside the jagged rent. Two or three bullets whizzed past them perilously near their heads.
"Why, there's Child-of-Light and Rory!" she cried. "I suppose they've come to keep back the Indians."'
It was indeed the case. The sight of the advancing Indians had been too much, for them, and they had come out on the ice so as to check the foe. Their fire was steadier than the enemy's, for it did undoubted execution.
Soon Pasmore and Dorothy came to a place that seemed comparatively narrow, and here they essayed to cross. The other side seemed a terribly difficult spot on which to land, and the clear, blue water that ran between looked deadly cold. Once in there and it would be a hundred chances to one against getting out.
"I'll jump across first," said Pasmore, "so as to be ready to catch you on the other side."
He jumped it with little effort, although he fell on the other side, and then it was Dorothy's turn.