Lombard, without ever letting his eyes rest a moment on the Indians so as to indicate that he saw them, had still managed by looks askance and sweeping glances to keep close watch upon their demeanor, and noted with prodigious relief that his wild scheme was succeeding better than he had dared to hope. Without any break in the entertainment he communicated his reassurance to Miss Dwyer by singing, to the tune of “My Country, 'tis of Thee,” the following original hymn:-- “We 're doing admir'blee-- They 're heap much tickledee: Only keep on.” To which she responded, to the lugubrious air of “John Brown's Body:”-- “Oh, what do you s'pose they 'll go for to do, Oh, what do you s'pose they 'll go for to do, Oh, what do you s'pose they 'll go for to do, When we can sing no more?” A thing may be ridiculous without being amusing, and neither of these two felt the least inclination to smile at each other's poetry. After duly joining in the chorus of “Glory, Hallelujah!” Lombard endeavored to cheer his companion by words adapted to the inspiriting air of “Rally Bound the Flag, Boys.” This was followed by a series of popular airs, with solos, duets, and choruses. But this sort of thing could not go on forever. Lombard was becoming exhausted in voice and legs, and as for Miss Dwyer, he was expecting to see her drop from moment to moment: Indeed, to the air of “'Way down upon the Swanee River” she now began to sing:-- “Oh, dear! I can't bear up much longer: I 'm tired to death; My voice's gone all to pie-ee-ee-ces, My throat is very sore.” They must inevitably give out in a few minutes, and then he--and, terribly worse, she--would be at the mercy of these bestial savages, and this seeming farce would turn into most revolting tragedy. With this sickening conviction coming over him, Lombard cast a despairing look around the horizon to see if there were no help in their bitter extremity. Suddenly he burst forth, to the tune of “The Star-Spangled Banner: “-- “Oh, say can you see, Far away to the east, A bright star that doth grow Momentarily brighter? 'Tis the far-flashing headlight Of a railroad-train: Ten minutes from now We shall be safe and sound.”