"Then you haven't recovered her yet?"
"No."
"I have; and here she is," I continued; helping Ella out of the boat, and up the bank of the river.
By this time half a dozen soldiers had gathered on the shore, with their blankets on their arms. When they understood that the young lady had been recovered from the Indians, they gave an involuntary cheer.
"Where is my father?" asked Ella, anxiously.
"I suppose he is with Lieutenant Pope," replied Corporal Flint, who was the spokesman of the party. "The headquarters are about a mile up the river."
"I must go to him at once," added Ella, nervously.
"You shall, miss. The hunt's up now, and we needn't stay here any longer," continued the corporal. "We are divided into three squads, and posted on the river to keep the Indians from crossing."
"There hasn't been an Indian on this neck for six hours," I added; and I proceeded to inform the corporal in what manner the Indians had made their escape.
"They are cunning," said he. "They know the country better than we do."