[Illustration: Donald and his two companions are pursued by Indians.]
"Edith. Is she safe, Christie?"
"My poor fellow, I know nothing concerning her. I hoped you had news."
"Has Cuyler reached the tort?"
"Yes; and left two days since for Niagara."
"And Edith was not with him?"
"No."
"He knew nothing of her fate?"
"Nothing."
Donald said no more; but his form as supported by the two men became noticeably heavier, as though it had been suddenly deprived of some upbearing and stimulating force.