Ella carried off Captive.
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"Heaven be merciful to me and to her!" groaned he, pressing both hands upon his throbbing head. "What shall we do, Phil Farringford? Tell me, for I am beside myself."
"Let us take your barge and follow them."
At that moment the shrill whistle of a steamer echoed over the island. The sound came from up the river, and I was satisfied that it was the boat in which Ella had been a passenger, returning for her.
"It will be a sad moment to her mother when she hears what has become of Ella," groaned Mr. Gracewood.
"Let us get into your boat as quick as possible, and meet the steamer as she comes down," said I.
We ran to the landing-place at the lower end of the island, and embarked in the barge. Mr. Gracewood rowed with all his might up the stream.
"Do you see the dugouts, Phil Farringford?" he asked, after he had pulled to the upper end of the island.
"I can just see them. They are making for Crooked River."