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“There he is, I do believe!” said Phineas. George and Jim both sprang out of the wagon, before they knew what they were doing. All stood intensely silent, with their faces turned towards the expected messenger. On he came. Now he went down into a valley, where they could not see him; but they heard the sharp, hasty tramp, rising nearer and nearer; at last they saw him emerge on the top of an eminence, within hall. “Yes, that’s Michael!” said Phineas; and, raising his voice, “Halloa, there, Mi- chael!” “Phineas! is that thee?” “Yes; what news-they coming?” “Right on behind, eight or ten of them, hot with brandy, swearing and foam- ing like so many wolves.” And, just as he spoke, a breeze brought the faint sound of galloping horsemen towards them. “In with you,- quick, boys, in!” said Phineas. “If you must fight, wait till I get you a piece ahead.” And, with the words, both jumped in, and Phineas lashed the horses to a run, the horseman keeping close beside them, the wagon rattled, jumped, almost flew, over the frozen ground; but plainer, and still plainer, came the noise of pursuing horsemen behind. The women heard it, and, looking anx- iously out, saw, far in the rear, on the brow of a distant hill, a party of men loom- ing up against the red-streaked sky of early dawn. Another hill, and their pursuers |
