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This thicket stretches for near a mile as
it may be slanting from the rock, and leads towards the sunset instead
of the settlements."
"Enough, enough," cried Middleton, too impatient to wait until the
deliberative and perhaps loquacious old man could end his minute
explanation. "Time is too precious for words. Let us fly."
The trapper made a gesture of compliance, and turning in his tracks,
he led Asinus across the trembling earth of the swale, and quickly
emerged on the hard ground, on the side opposite to the encampment of
the squatter.
"If old Ishmael gets a squint at that highway through the brush,"
cried Paul, casting, as he left the place, a hasty glance at the broad
trail the party had made through the thicket, "he'll need no finger-
board to tell him which way his road lies. But let him follow! I know
the vagabond would gladly cross his breed with a little honest blood,
but if any son of his ever gets to be the husband of--"
"Hush, Paul, hush," said the terrified young woman, who leaned on his
arm for support; "your voice might be heard.


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