"It's only Phil," I replied. "All right, Mrs. Gracewood."
"Where have you been? I was afraid the Indians had caught you."
"I have been after Ella."
"O, have you heard anything from her?" demanded she, choking with emotion.
"Yes, we have heard from her. She's all right," I answered, as I throw the harness upon Firefly.
"What do you mean? Don't deceive me, Phil."
"I won't, Mrs. Gracewood. You shall see her yourself in ten minutes."
"Where is she?" gasped the poor mother, apparently unable to believe the good news.
"She is down at the landing; but she is all worn out, and not able to move a step. I am going down with the wagon after her."
"Do you really mean so?"