I'm pretty sure they won't find mesilf there,
and I don't know about Whart. If they
haven't got him already, it may take more
than them to find him."

As yet he could not know whether the war
party were on this or the other side of the



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stream. It looked as if the couple were re-
turning to camp. If this was so, the youth
must follow them to obtain the information
he wanted.
He had reached this conclusion and was
about to venture out in the moonlight, when
he was thrilled by the sound of the signal
which he feared he was never to hear again.
He paused and listened, afraid to reply and
yet on the point of doing so.
At the proper interval the call was re-
peated, and then, so certain that everything
was right was he that, instead of making the
proper answer, he called in a guarded under-
tone:

" Is that yersilf, Whart ?"

"It is," was the reply t)f the delighted
friend, and the next minute they were to-
gether.
It was a joyous reunion, even though the
shadow of great danger rested upon the two
youths. Wharton Edwards and Larry Mur-
phy had been separated, seemingly, with
slight prospect of ever seeing each other
again; they had gone through many perils



138 BLAZING AEEOW.
during the preceding few hours, and at the
moment when despair had almost taken pos-
session of both, they clasped hands and stood
side by side.
" Are ye sure it's yersilf, Whart ?'' asked
the elder, squeezing the fingers of his friend,
who fully reciprocated the warmth of feeling.
