It was now dark, but full moon, and objects could be plainly seen. He soon reached a large stone house. Approaching cautiously, he discovered a large number of people in and about it. Men in uniform, and ladies dressed in the most costly fashion. The loud, shrill notes of the fiddle sounded upon the air, and nimble feet kept time to the music. He stood screened behind a grape arbor that was loaded down with the precious fruit, when suddenly a female figure appeared. At first, the Indian crouched in terror. The spirit of their captive, Amy stood before him. Could two persons be just alike? He thought not. Yet there was the same form, figure, eyes and hair. She must have escaped. I’ll retake her, then she will be mine. He approached her as silent as a cat, threw his blanket over her head, clasped her mouth with his hand and bore her away unobserved and laid her apparently lifeless form in the canoe. In a few minutes, Amy and her Indian captor arrived and took seats in the canoe and started on their journey across the Hudson, where we must leave them for the present, and return to Walter Wallace. CHAPTER XIV. Restored to Reason—Cora, the Rough Diamond—Saw a Ghost—A Temperance Lecture—Found, Two Grand-Fathers. We left the hero of our tale lying unconscious in the cabin of the Reindeer, which is now far out to sea. Lieutenant Powers had passed a sleepless night. The history of Walter Wallace, as related by Captain Davis, convinced him that he was his nephew, the son of his long lost sister. He knew not how severely he was injured, but the fact that he was unconscious led him to believe that his injuries were serious, perhaps fatal. He wished to see him, if it was but for a moment, but the Captain had forbid, and his word was law. But he will be well taken care of, he said to himself. The Captain’s wife and Cora will nurse him carefully. But I fear that Cora will talk and worry him. She is so giddy, self-willed and head strong, and will worry him unintentionally. Then I am afraid she will take a liking to this noble-looking young man. He is just her ideal of a man. I must see her, and inform her of the position she sustains toward him. I must tell her that she is his aunt. Then she will open all her guns on me, and as the gunners say, “go off half cocked.” But it must be done, and in this way I can learn his condition. He pulled a cord that hung over the table, and the cabin boy appeared. Hand this note to Miss Cora, placing a letter in the boy’s hand. In a few moments Cora came rushing in, apparently much excited, exclaiming:— Oh, Charley! I am so glad you sent for me. Stop, Miss Cora. On ship-board you must address people by their titles. Say Lieutenant, not Charley. Well, then Lord Lieutenant. Cora—Cora, you are too rude. Leave the Lord out, and simply call me Lieutenant.