The brute, after freeing itself from its incubus, sprung off and made all haste into the woods, leaving Teddy gazing after it in stupefied amazement.

He rose to his feet, stared at the spot where it had last appeared and then drew a deep sigh, and sadly shook his head.
"I say nothing! Be jabers! it's meself that can't do justice to the thame!" Harvey Richter stood in his cabin-door, about five months after his great loss, gazing off toward the path which led to the Indian village, and which he had traveled so many, many times.

Sad and weary was his countenance, as he stood, at the close of the day, looking into the forest, as if he expected that it would speak and reveal what it knew of his beloved partner, who was somewhere concealed within its gloomy depths.

Ah, how many an hour had he looked, but in vain.

The forest refused to give back the lost, nor did it breathe one word of her, to ease the gloom which hung so heavily upon his soul.
A footfall caught his ear, and turning, he saw Teddy standing before him.