BEN DARBY.

As the truth flashed home, Neilson's first thought was of his rifle. He

was a wilderness man, trained to put his trust in the weapon of steel;

and if it were only in his hands, there might yet be time to prevent the

abduction. One well-aimed bullet over the water, shooting with all his

old-time skill, might yet hurl the avenger to his death in the moment of

his triumph. Just one keen, long gaze over the sights,--heaven or earth

could not yield him a vision half so glorious as this! For all his

terror he knew that he could shoot as he had never shot before, true as

a light-ray. His remorseless eyes for once could see clear and sure. One

shot--and then Beatrice could seize the paddle and save herself. And he

cursed himself, more bitterly than he had ever cursed an enemy, when his

empty hands showed him that he had left his rifle in his cabin.

His pistol, however, was at his belt, and his hand reached for it. But

the range was already too far for any hope of accurate pistol fire. His

hard eyes gazed along the short, black barrel. His steady finger pressed

back against the trigger.

The first shot fell far short. The pistol was of large caliber but small

velocity; and a hundred yards was its absolute limit of point-blank

range. He lifted the gun higher and shot again. Again he shot low. But

the third bullet fell just a few feet on the near side of the canoe.

He had the range now, and he shot again. It was like a dream, outside

his consciousness, that Beatrice was screaming with fear and amazement.

She was already too far to give or receive a message: all hope lay in

the pistol alone. The fifth shot splashed water beyond the craft.

Once more he fired, but the boat was farther distant now, and the bullet

went wild. The pistol was empty. Like a moose leaping through a marsh he

turned back to his cabin for his rifle.

But already he knew that he was lost. Before ever he could climb up the

hundred yards to the cabin, and back again, the craft would be around

the bend in the river. Heavy brush would hide it from then on. He

hastened frantically up the narrow, winding trail.

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