Then a strange silence came into the lodge.
The battle was over—but who had won?
Perhaps both the combatants lay dead.
A half hour of mental torture passed away, and Dora put her hand through the crevice—it touched the rude bar which secured the door.
Holding her breath, she worked silently at this till it fell, and then she easily stepped out.
What a thrill of joy shot through the heart of Midnight Jack's young sister.
The stars were above her; the lodge of captivity behind!
It was a moment the emotions of which cannot be described.
Near her lay the body of a man, and near to it another dark heap, but much smaller.
“They have both fallen!”