CHAPTER XXIV.
THE FATES FAVOR THE FUGITIVE.
Let us now return to our young traveller, whose escape we have already narrated.
Utterly unconscious of the melancholy circumstance which had diverted his enemies from the pursuit of himself, he had followed studiously the parting directions of the young maiden, to whose noble feeling and fearless courage he was indebted for his present safety; and taken the almost _blind_ path which she had hastily described to him.

On this route he had for some time gone, with a motion not extravagantly free, but sufficiently so, having the start, and with the several delays to which his pursuers had been subjected, to have escaped the danger--while the vigor of his steed lasted--even had they fallen on the proper route.
He had proceeded in this way for several miles, when, at length, he came upon a place whence several roads diverged into opposite sections of the country.

Ignorant of the localities, he reined in his horse, and deliberated with himself for a few moments as to the path he should pursue.

While thus engaged, a broad glare of flame suddenly illumined the woods on his left hand, followed with the shrieks, equally sudden, seemingly of a woman.
There was no hesitation in the action of the youth.

With unscrupulous and fearless precipitation, he gave his horse the necessary direction, and with a smart application of the rowel, plunged down the narrow path toward the spot from whence the alarm had arisen.