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probably by his heavy fall, strove in vain to avoid 

 the blow; the flint lock struck the murderer under 

 the ear, and his huge form toppled helplessly to tlie 

 earth. 



Paul stood bewildered for some moments, and 

 then bent over his recent antagonist, Avhose heavy 

 breathing announced that life was not extinct. By 

 the merest accident the young man had left the 

 camp with a flask in his pocket, so kneeling down 

 beside the prostrate warrior, he raised his head, 

 and poured a few spoonfuls of undiluted rum down 

 his throat. 



" Surely I have seen that fellow before," thought 

 Paul, as the moonbeams lighted on the Indian's 

 face. " Yes, now I remember, it is Tcte-de-hois, 

 the Ojibbeway with whom poor Pierre had 

 the quarrel, and of v.hom the ' Violet ' always 

 warned her husband to beware. Well, he must 

 remain there for the present at all events, and I 

 must hurry back to the Canadian." 



As Paul drew near the encampmicnt he v,as 

 astonished to see several forms moving round the 

 fire, and to hear the jingle of sleigh-bells as the 

 horses shook their heads ; but his wonder was 

 increased to amazement when a figure advanced to 

 meet him, and a familiar voice cried out "Well, 

 dear old Paul, how delighted I am to see you." 



