CHAPTER XIV.
PLUCKED FROM THE BURNING That Miss Spencer was deeply agitated was evident at a glance, while the nervous manner in which she glanced in the direction of those distant gun shots, led Brant to jump to the conclusion that they were in some way connected with her appearance.
"Oh, Lieutenant Brant," she cried, excitedly, "they are going to kill him down there, and he never did it at all.

I know he didn't, and so does Mr.Wynkoop.

Oh, please hurry! Nobody knew where you were, until I saw your horse tied here, and Mr.Wynkoop has been hunting for you everywhere.

He is nearly frantic, poor man, and I cannot learn where either Mr.Moffat or Mr.McNeil is, and I just know those dreadful creatures will kill him before we can get help." "Kill whom ?" burst in Brant, springing down the bank fully awakened to the realization of some unknown emergency.

"My dear Miss Spencer, tell me your story quickly if you wish me to act.