384: WILD SPOETS IN THE SOUTH. 



of his wants, and his other hand he pressed to his breast. 

 His face was free of paint, and he carried no arms and 

 spoke very pleasantly, and with a graceful gesture. 



" What shall we do, Louisa ?" asked the uncle, turn- 

 ing around to the trap-door, through which his niece's 

 head appeared, as she listened attentively to the conver- 

 sation. 



" Tell him to take the blanket and go. We will see. if 

 he will do it." 



Laidlaw told the Indian, who, after a pause, replied : 

 " Indian can't take blanket — say Indian stole blanket." 



" Uncle, it is all a cheat. Look out for them," whis- 

 pered Lou. 



" No, we will not come out to bid you good bye. 

 Take the goods you want and be off." 



The Indian seemed disappointed, judging from his 

 manner as he turned on his heel and disappeared in the 

 bushes, while the old man descended to the securer 

 retreat of the tower. 



The light-house in which Lou and her uncle were 

 entrenched, was the ordinary columnar-shaped edifice 

 that may be seen at intervals all along the coast at the 

 present time. It was built of unhewn stone, to the height 

 of about six feet from the sand, and then of concrete — a 

 composition of broken shell and mortar — for forty feet 

 more, slightly decreasing in size until within a few feet of 

 the top, when it suddenly expanded to receive the bell- 

 shaped lantern of glass that covered the lamps. 



Under this lantern was constructed a stone piaiform. 



