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eye caught the outline of a human figure as it gHded 

 silently away into the depths of the forest. 



" By heaven, there is the murderer escaping," he 

 cried, snatching up his rifle. 



" Suivea-le, Monsieur Paul" said Lefranc, eagerly. 



"But how can I leave you, my poor fellow.''" 

 replied the young man. 



" ye suis seulcnient bless(\ it is nothing; follow and 

 see the direction he take, you can come back 

 soon." 



The whole of the above scene occupied only a 

 few seconds, and without a moment's hesitation 

 or reflection Paul slipped on his snow-shoes, and 

 rifle in hand darted off in pursuit of the flying 

 figure, now barely visible amongst the forest trees. 

 The fugitive was following a course that would lead 

 him near the skeleton of the moose, but great w^as 

 Paul's mortification to find that at every pace he 

 lost ground ; even in the uncertain moonlight he 

 could not but perceive that his enemy was 

 increasing the distance between them at every step. 

 Still he struggled on manfully, indignant at the 

 base attempt on the Canadian's life, and hoping 

 that some unforeseen accident would enable him to 

 overtake the assassin ; but like a sombre ghost 

 amidst the whiteness of the landscape, the dark 

 figure threaded its way through the intricacies 



