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Soon after this he shook hands all around and wished them bon voyage in their trip to Lindsleyville. He winked his eyes knowingly, playing the hypocrite handsomely. Oscar and Bottineau left in different directions, the Germans had gone home drunk, and only “Whisky Jim” joined the half-breeds in their trip. They took possession of an immigrant team that was in Gager’s stable, and just after sunset started on their patriotic errand. They were going to celebrate the Fourth by blowing up the tyrant.

Meantime Edwards had taken long strides, but his moccasin-clad feet were not carrying him in the direction of Pelican Lake. Half the time walking as only “the long trapper” could walk, half the time in a swinging trot, he made the best possible speed toward Lindsleyville. He had the start of the half-breeds, but how much he could not tell; and there was no time to be lost. At the summit of every knoll he looked back to see if they were coming, crouching in the grass lest they should discover him.

Lindsley received him as suspiciously as ever, and positively refused to believe his story. But by using his telescope Edwards soon convinced him that the party were just leaving Gager’s. The dusk of the evening was coming on, and Lindsley’s fright was great as he realized his daughter’s peril.

“I will fight them to the death,” he said, getting down his revolver, with an air that would have done honor to Don Quixote.

“If you fight them and whip them, they will waylay you and kill you. But there are ten of them, and if you fight them you will be killed, and this lady will be without a protector. If you run away, the house will be destroyed, and you will be killed whenever you are found. But what have you here–a magic lantern?”

The old gentleman had, before Edwards’s arrival, taken down the instrument to introduce some improvement which he had just invented. When Edwards stumbled over it and called it a magic lantern he looked at him scornfully.

“A magic lantern!” he cried. “No, sir; that is a dissolving view, oxy-calcium, panto-sciostereoscopticon.”

“With this we must save you and your daughter from the half-breeds,” said the trapper, a little impatient at this ill-timed manifestation of pedantry. “Get ready for action immediately.”

“I have no oxygen gas.”

“Make it at once,” said Edwards. He picked up some papers marked “chlor. potass.” and “black oxide.”

“Here is your material,” he said.

“Do you understand chemistry?” asked Lindsley. But the trapper did not answer. He got out the retort, and in five minutes the oxygen was bubbling furiously through the wash bottle into the India-rubber receiver. Edwards stood at the window scanning the road toward Gager’s with his telescope until it grew dark, which in that latitude was at about ten o’clock. Then the magic lantern was removed to the little grass-roofed stable, in which dwelt a solitary pony, and by Edwards’s direction the focus was carefully set so that it would throw a picture against the house. Edwards selected two pictures and adjusted them for use in the two tubes.

The half-breeds were not in haste, and in all the long hour of suspense Emilia, hidden in the barn with her father and young Edwards, was positively happy. For here was human companionship, and a hungry soul will gladly risk death if by that means companionship can be purchased. It did not matter either that conversation was out of the question. It is presence, and not talk, that makes companionship.

But hark! the bois brules are on the bank of the river below. Emilia’s heart grew still as she heard them swear. Their sacr-r-r-r-re rolled like the rattle of a rattlesnake. They were coming up the hill, quarreling drunkenly about the powder. Now they were between the house and the stable, getting ready to dig a hole for the “poudre a canon”

“I’ll give them fireworks!” said Edwards in a whisper.