Drinking deeply of the limpid water near at hand, Murray rose to his
feet, and, assisted by the others, he managed to scale the rocky
barrier. The darkness was intense; but cautiously leading, the savage
pressed back the branches, removed heavy stones, and pioneered the way,
until he stopped short almost in a cavern, so shut in was the gorge; and
then, helping Katie to a place where the trickling water did not reach,
he whispered them to sit and rest, setting them the example himself, but
without giving any explanation.
As the day approached, for a time the darkness seemed to increase; and
they sat on, with strained ears, listening for the signs that should
tell of pursuit. Twice only a faint cry came echoing up the chasm;
otherwise all was silent.
Murray, as he lay on the stones, was filled with despair, as he thought
of his weakness, and the distrust existing in their little camp; and as
he tried in vain to look assuringly at Katie, he more than once asked
himself how it would end.
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STORY THREE, CHAPTER THIRTEEN.
WAHIKA'S STRONGHOLD.
The reason for Wahika's last halt was plainly enough marked now that day
had dawned. They were in a _cul-de-sac_--a natural fortress, which it
must now be their aim to defend against attack. Assault could come but
from below, along the narrow winding way of the bed of the stream, up
which their assailants, should they trace the little party, would have
to climb slowly and arduously, exposed to their fire; and would their
ammunition but hold out, Murray felt that those would indeed be daring
foes who would force their way up, step by step, along the narrow path.
Could Bray have been trusted, Murray would have felt comparatively safe;
but he could not avoid recalling the night of the fire, the cruel blow
so treacherously dealt; and it was but rarely that the eyes of the young
men met.
Bray, too, had his thoughts upon their position. In spite of his rage,
he knew that he would fight to the death in Katie's defence; but it was
gall and bitterness to him to see the gentle care she bestowed upon his
rival; and more than once, with a vengeful curse, he turned from them to
make his way lower down the gully, and sit there brooding over his
wrongs.
No sunshine fell where the fugitives sat; but the heights around grew
radiant; and poor Katie shuddered as they reminded her of her bright and
peaceful home, over which so fearful a change had been brought.
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