We listened, and I heard the Indian shouting for his companion. From the direction of the sound I concluded that he was near the mouth of the brook. Certainly he had retraced his steps from the point where he was when I started to rescue Ella. It was probable that he had heard my steps, but doubtless he supposed they were those of his missing mate. I had made considerable noise when I scrambled up the steep bank of the brook with my burden, which was immediately followed by his call.
"He has heard us," I whispered, preparing my rifle for use.
"What shall I do?" asked my trembling charge.
"Come with me. The brook is between him and us now, and I don't think he will hear our steps, if we move very carefully."
I took her by the hand and led her through the dark forest. I intended to proceed in an easterly direction till I came to Kit Cruncher's Brook, and then follow the path along its bank to the Castle. I paused occasionally to listen, but I heard no more shouting. The savage had probably gone back to his camp, and discovered that his prisoner was missing.
"We must hurry along as fast as we can, Ella," said I, finding that my companion was inclined to go very slowly.
"I am very tired, Phil."
"I am sorry, but we cannot waste our time. If that Indian can find where we crossed the brook, he will pursue us."
"How far must we go?"
"It is five miles to the Castle, but it is only two to Kit Cruncher's cabin."