Northern Lights

ess array of poplar trees on the banks, glittering on the foam of the rapids. The spangling stars made the arch of the sky like some gorgeous chancel in a ca

he croak of a frog from the shore; but the serene st

bank of the great river. A canoe was softly and hastily pushed out from its hidden shelter under the

who had come suddenly, and before Jenny could get him away into the woods, were carousing inside. These had tracked their man back to Tom Sanger's house, and at first they were incredulous that Jenny and her uncle had not seen him. They had prepared to search the house

o make the capture by himself. But Jenny had heard the stir of life behind them, and had made a sharp détour, so that they had reached the shore and were out in mid-stream before their tracker got to the

he side of the canoe where Dingley sat. He looked calmly back, and saw the r

long as he can draw a bead

ut, and the bullet

"Never mind about me. Go to the Snowdrop Mine. Get there by

Sanger's house had emptied itself on the bank of

ed. "They got no right to fire at me. It's not the law. Don

Sanger was threatening to shoot the first man t

n' you let that boat alone. This ain't the land o' lynch law. Di

Man from Clancey's, whose shot had got Dingley's arm. "Th

e a race-horse. The keen eyes on the bank watched the canoe till it was lost in the ha

ding to-morrow," said

re likely," d

she ginerally does what she wan

and now I hope they'll ge

n and talked of the people who had been drowned in Dog