"No--let me stay here close beside you.

So," clutching the fringe of his leather hunting-shirt, and dragging herself on her knees nearer him--"so--don't leave me, for God's sake!" "They are gone," he replied, gazing down curiously at her, as she wound the fringe around her hand to strengthen her hold; "they're only a lot of cowardly coyotes and wolves, that dare not attack anything that lives and can move." The young woman responded with a nervous shudder.

"Yes, that's it," she whispered, in a broken voice; "it's only the dead they want.

Promise me--swear to me, if I'm caught, or hung, or shot, you won't let me be left here to be torn and--ah! my God! what's that ?" She had thrown her arms around his knees, completely pinioning him to her frantic breast.

Something like a smile of disdain passed across his face as he answered, "It's nothing.