She presently heard them and swerved, poor child, into the gin of the fowler! But as the cloak was thrown over her head she gave a cry.
The firs, where Iberville and Gering had just plucked out their swords, were not far, and both men heard.

Gering, who best knew the voice, said hurriedly: "It is Jessica!" Without a word Iberville leaped to the open, and came into it ahead of Gering.

They saw the kidnappers and ran.

Iberville was the first to find what Bucklaw was carrying.

"Mother of God," he called, "they're taking her off!" "Help! help!" cried Gering, and they pushed on.