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"This is terrible!" exclaimed Middleton, folding the trembling Inez to
his heart. "At such a time as this, and in such a manner!"
"The gates of Heaven are open to all who truly believe," murmured the
pious devotee in his bosom.
"This resignation is maddening! But we are men, and will make a
struggle for our lives! how now, my brave and spirited friend, shall
we yet mount and push across the flames, or shall we stand here, and
see those we most love perish in this frightful manner, without an
effort?"
"I am for a swarming time, and a flight before the hive is too hot to
hold us," said the bee-hunter, to whom it will be at once seen that
Middleton addressed himself. "Come, old trapper, you must acknowledge
this is but a slow way of getting out of danger. If we tarry here much
longer, it will be in the fashion that the bees lie around the straw
after the hive has been smoked for its honey. You may hear the fire
begin to roar already, and I know by experience, that when the flame
once gets fairly into the prairie grass, it is no sloth that can
outrun it.


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