78 THE FAIR COURIER.

 

With a bitter oath; Loire swore that she
should never reach the camp of Sumter.

“Take Vulcan,” said he in a quick, ener-
getic voice, “and kill him but what you
overtake the huzzy, between this and Mor-
gan’s Range.”

“She has nearly five hours’ start,” re-
plied the man.

“But you must make two miles to her
one.”

“Even then she will be most likely
ahead of the Range ere I can reach there.”

“Very well. In that case you must start
Bill Mink after her, with a fresh horse. I
will give you a letter, which you will place
in his hands should you fail to overtake
the girl.”

With these instructions, the man started
in pursuit. He was mounted on a large,
strong horse, who bore his rider as lightly
as if he had been a child.

In the mean time, Emily, who had re-
ceived minute information in regard to her
journey, and who was, moreover, no stran-