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Let him come; he can only knock
me on the head!"
"Paul, Paul, if you love me, fly."
"Alone!--if I do, may I be--"
"If you value your life, fly!"
"I value it not, compared to you."
"Paul!"
"Ellen!"
She extended both her hands and burst into another and a still more
violent flood of tears. The bee-hunter put one of his sturdy arms
around her waist, and in another moment he was urging her over the
plain, in rapid pursuit of their flying friends.

CHAPTER XVII
Approach the chamber, and destroy your sight
With a new Gorgon--Do not bid me speak;
See, and then speak yourselves.
--Shakspeare.
The little run, which supplied the family of the squatter with water,
and nourished the trees and bushes that grew near the base of the
rocky eminence, took its rise at no great distance from the latter, in
a small thicket of cotton-wood and vines. Hither, then, the trapper
directed the flight, as to the place affording the only available
cover in so pressing an emergency.


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