Is this my Walter? Oh, wish I knew his first name. This girl at my side can tell me. I will ask her. Miss Powers! Miss Powers! Miss Powers. A-h-a-h—What do you want? Will you tell me the first name of Lieutenant Wallace who is going to look for the lost child! Oh you go to sleep. What have you got to do about that? I only wanted to know Mr. Wallace’s given name. Tell me that, and then you can go to sleep again. And if I refuse, what then? Then you will be very unlady-like, said Amy. This stung Cora, and she replied: His name is Walter Wallace, and he came from a place they call Callicoon. Amy sprang from the bed and ran into the old man’s room followed by Cora. Look out for that girl! She is mad—crazy—insane! She is as mad as a march hare! She wants me to tell her the name of every-body on the ship! Look at her eyes—see her bosom swell! I tell you she has lost her reason. Little bird, said the old man, placing his hand on her head and looking into her eyes, tell me what causes this emotion? She is mad! replied Cora. Lady, I am not mad. Amy Powers is not mad, but knows all, and in time will explain all. Amy Powers! exclaimed Cora. Is that your name? Was your father’s name Thomas? and your mother’s name Mary? and did you live on the Callicoon? So she continued to ask questions, not stopping to give Amy an opportunity to answer. Bang! What is that? asked Amy. That is the sun-rise gun on the Reindeer, replied the old man. CHAPTER XVIII. The Hunt—The Fatal Shot. On the discovery that Cora could not be found, it was surmised that she was playing one of her pranks, and she would soon leave her hiding place and return. But as the night advanced, it was learned that four men and a dog had been seen in the neighborhood. This raised the suspicion that she had been kidnapped, and a general search was ordered. Men on horse-back were sent to examine every road and house for twenty miles around, and a file of marines were ordered to search the woods. But at sun-rise the next morning, nothing had been learned of her. Captain Davis ordered a strict lookout from the mast head for any parties that might be seen crossing the river, and a boat manned and in readiness to pursue any craft that might appear. When Drake and his party saw the Indians disappear in the darkness of the night, they supposed that the storm would drive them back. In the meantime, they were at work securing material to build a float on which they could cross the river. But the storm seriously interfered with their work, and it was not until the sun rose the next morning that they were prepared to cross the river.