Chapter 24

Then drink my tears, while yet they fall --
Would that my bosom's blood were balm;
And -- well thou knowest -- I'd shed it all,
To give thy brow one minute's calm.
MOORE.

The eyes of Sergeant Dunham had not ceased to follow the form of
his beautiful daughter from the moment that the light appeared.
He next examined the door of the block, to ascertain its security;
for he was left on the ground below, there being no available
means of raising him to the upper floor. Then he sought the face
of Mabel; for as life wanes fast the affections resume their force,
and we begin to value that most which we feel we are about to lose
for ever.

"God be praised, my child! you, at least, have escaped their murderous
rifles," he said; for he spoke with strength, and seemingly with
no additional pain. "Give me the history of this sad business,
Pathfinder."

"Ah's me, Sergeant! It _has_ been sad, as you say. That there has
been treachery, and the position of the island has been betrayed,
is now as sartain, in my judgment, as that we still hold
the block. But -- "

"Major Duncan was right," interrupted Dunham, laying a hand on the
other's arm.

"Not in the sense you mean, Sergeant -- no, not in that p'int
of view; never! At least, not in my opinion. I know that natur'
is weak -- human natur', I mean -- and that we should none of
us vaunt of our gifts, whether red or white; but I do not think a
truer-hearted lad lives on the lines than Jasper Western."

"Bless you! bless you for that, Pathfinder!" burst forth from Mabel's
very soul, while a flood of tears gave vent to emotions that were
so varied while they were so violent. "Oh, bless you, Pathfinder,
bless you! The brave should never desert the brave -- the honest
should sustain the honest."

The father's eyes were fastened anxiously on the face of his daughter,
until the latter hid her countenance in her apron to conceal her
tears; and then they turned with inquiry to the hard features of the
guide. The latter merely wore their usual expression of frankness,
sincerity, and uprightness; and the Sergeant motioned to him to
proceed.

"You know the spot where the Sarpent and I left you, Sergeant,"
Pathfinder resumed; "and I need say nothing of all that happened
afore. It is now too late to regret what is gone and passed; but
I do think if I had stayed with the boats this would not have come
to pass. Other men may be as good guides -- I make no doubt they
are; but then natur' bestows its gifts, and some must be better
than other some. I daresay poor Gilbert, who took my place, has
suffered for his mistake."

"He