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"Go, Paul, leave me.
You, at least, must not be seen!"
"If I leave you, Ellen, in this desert before I see you safe in the
care of old Ishmael, at least, may I never hear the hum of another
bee, or, what is worse, fail in sight to line him to his hive!"
"You forget this good old man. He will not leave me. Though I am sure,
Paul, we have parted before, where there has been more of a desert
than this."
"Never! These Indians may come whooping back, and then where are you!
Half way to the Rocky Mountains before a man can fairly strike the
line of your flight. What think you, old trapper? How long may it be
before these Tetons, as you call them, will be coming for the rest of
old Ishmael's goods and chattels?"
"No fear of them," returned the old man, laughing in his own peculiar
and silent manner; "I warrant me the devils will be scampering after
their beasts these six hours yet! Listen! you may hear them in the
willow bottoms at this very moment; ay, your real Sioux cattle will
run like so many long-legged elks.


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