He then let him go, and caught the Indian himself by the throat. "Good dog," shouted George Clinton, as he ran up with Charbonneau, Drack, and Nadeje. The battle was over. The few Indians who were left threw down their arms in despair. "My daughter, oh, my daughter!" cried Joshua, who came rushing from the inside of the house. "She is here, sir," said Clinton. "And her abductor?" he continued. "Is dead," he answered, pointing to the corpse, which the dog was worrying as he would have done a rat. "My son, I thank you," said Joshua; "what do I not owe to you? Take her." * * * * * Two days after M. Hebrard returned to the fort a wiser man. Oliver proved his rank, name, and right to fortune, to the satisfaction of everybody. "Tell my relatives," he said, "that as long as they leave me alone, I shall be quiet. Go, and let us never meet again." A week later, after the marriage of George and Diana, Tom Mitchell, Bright-eye, Oliver, and Captain Durand, started on the dangerous expedition undertaken by the outlaw, and of which, probably, we shall give some account at a future time. [For further adventures of Bright-eye, see the "Prairie Flower," and the "Indian Scout," same publishers.]