Cabot only saw it for a moment, and then it was gone, leaping up the pathway, whirling the blazing timber above its head, and darting its mysterious lightning flashes after the flying Indians.
As the clamour of flight and pursuit died away, to be followed by a profound silence, there came a muffled call: "Cabot.

Cabot Grant." "Hello!" shouted our lad.

"Who is it?
Where are you ?" "It is I, White," came the barely heard answer.

"I am here in the cabin.

Can't you come and let me out ?" "No," replied Cabot.