CHAPTER XIV. 

RESCUED! 

Harold was deeply touched at the evidences of the fate which had befallen the occupants of his cousin's plantation. 

"If there are any more of these to be found," pointing to their remains, "we might learn for a certainty whether the same fate befell them all." 

The Seneca spoke a word to his followers and the four Indians spread themselves over the clearing. One more body was found--it was lying down near the water as if killed in the act of making for the canoe. 

"The others are probably there," Peter said, pointing to the ruins. "The three hands was killed in the fields, and most likely the attack was made at the same moment on the house. I'm pretty sure it was so, for the body by the water lies face downward, with his head toward the lake. He was no doubt shot from behind as he was running. There must have been Injuns round the house then, or he would have made for that instead of the water." 

The Seneca touched Peter on the shoulder and pointed toward the farm. A figure was seen approaching. As it came nearer they could see that he was a tall man, dressed in the deerskin shirt and leggings usually worn by hunters. As he came near Harold gave an exclamation: 

"It is Jack Pearson!" 

"It are Jack Pearson," the hunter said, "but for the moment I can't recollect ye, though yer face seems known. Why!" he exclaimed in changed tones, "it's that boy Harold growed into a man." 
Where was Harold?
Harold was deeply touched at the evidences of the fate which had befallen the occupants of his cousin's plantation.