Ethel had sat down on the ground, and was crying passionately, and
Terence came running down from the house with a gun in his hand,
pouring out Irish threats and ejaculations after the Indians. These
were changed into a shout of triumph as Charley stepped from behind
the henhouse, as they passed at a short distance, and at the
discharge of his double barrels the unwounded Indian fell heavily
from his horse.
Anxious as he was to assist his young mistresses, for Hubert was
far too shaken to attempt to lift Maud from the ground, Terence
stood riveted to the spot watching the remaining Indian. Twice he
reeled in the saddle, and twice recovered himself, but the third
time, when he was distant nearly half a mile, he suddenly fell off
to the ground.
"I thought the murdering thief had got it," muttered Terence to
himself, as he ran down to raise Maud, and with the assistance of
Sarah to carry her up to the house, against the doorway of which
Mrs. Hardy was still leaning, too agitated to trust herself to
walk.
Hubert, now somewhat recovered, endeavored to pacify Ethel, and the
two walked slowly up toward the house. In a minute or two Charley
came running up, and the peons were seen hurrying toward them.
After a silent shake of the hand to his brother, and a short "Thank
God!" Charley, with his accustomed energy, took the command.
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