He stopped, his heart beating like a hammer, but he heard no more.
"God protect me, but there's something gone wrong at the cabin!" he exclaimed, dashing forward through the wood at a reckless rate.

A few moments later it came in view, and he then saw his master walking to and fro, in front of the house, with the child in his arms.

His manner and deathly pale face confirmed the forebodings of Teddy's heart.
"What's the matter, Mister Harvey?
What's the matter ?" "_That Indian has carried Cora away_!" was the agonized reply.
"Where has the owld divil carried her ?" very naturally asked the Hibernian.
"I do not know! I do not know! but she has gone, and I fear we shall never see her again alive." "May me owld head be scraped wid a scalping-knife, an' me hands be made into furnace-grates for being away," ejaculated the servant, as the tears streamed down his cheeks.
"No, Teddy, you are not in the least to blame, nor is it my fault," impetuously interrupted the missionary.
"Till me how it was, Mister Harvey." The husband again became composed and related what is already familiar to the reader.

At its close, Teddy dashed into the house and brought out his rifle.
"I'll murther that At-to-uck, be me sowl, and then I'll murther that haythen assassinator, an' iverybody that gits in me way.

Be the powers of the saints and divils, but I'll murther somebody.