“But, Warren, you love another—you love my sister, Silvia.”
“Only because she is your sister. God knows I never could love another as I do you, my angel, Florence.”
Before Silver Voice could reply, Echo, the eagle, darted down through the forest with his warning cry of danger.
Turning quickly around, the ranger and his wife—for such she was, dear reader—saw a number of savages coming directly toward them.
“Oh, Warren,” the woman cried, “they are savages! fly for your life. They hate you—they will kill you!”
“Life is nothing more to me, Florence, without you,” replied the ranger, calmly.
“Then fly, Warren, for my sake.”
The ranger stooped and kissed the sweet, pleading lips of his wife, and with a feeling of joy that had long been a stranger to his heart, he turned, and catching his animal that was grazing near, sprung into the saddle and dashed sharply away.
He at once shaped his course for his cavern home, which he reached after two hours’ brisk riding.
On entering Silvia’s apartment, what was his surprise to find a young man seated therein with her! As he entered, Silvia and the stranger arose to their feet, when the maiden said: