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An try," answered Donald, "and the cause is certainly worthy of the
effort." So it was settled, and soon afterward the two young men, whose
friendship had become like the love of brothers, stood by the partially
opened door of the blockhouse. The night was of inky blackness, and the
silence was profound. Only a dull glow still lighted faintly the
smouldering ruins of the commandant's quarters. Donald held a rifle, and
bore with him a stout knife, a small supply of ammunition, and a little
store of food. No word accompanied the parting. There was but a long,
firm hand clasp, and then one was gone as noiselessly as a fleeting
shadow, while the other remained to meet his unknown fate. CHAPTER XXV
DONALD FIRES THE MINE AND SAVES THE BLOCKHOUSE Knowing the savage nature
as well as he did, Donald believed that his well-loved friend, as well
as every one of the gallant fellows under his command, would be put to
death in case they surrendered; or, if they were spared for the time
being, it would only be for torture in the Indian villages. He was
determined, therefore, to make an effort to save them; but his
half-formed plan was of such a perilous nature that he dared not confide
it to Christie, for he knew that the latter would never consent to its
being undertaken. Once outside the blockhouse, however, and lost to
sight in the d

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