Young Lion of the Woods eBook

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“Me, Paul:  Me, Paul Guidon!”

She threw him a small line and then invited him to come on board, immediately resuming her former position with the musket by her side.

The Indian came on board, fastened his frail bark and stood for a moment watching the retreating tide.  Mrs. Godfrey asked him to come forward, while little Charlie was shaking as though he would fall in pieces.  He obeyed her, and stepped forward.  She took him by the hand and said: 

“Paul!  Paul!  You have again come to see me.  I have thought of you, prayed for you, and shall never forget you.  You have saved my life and the lives of my husband and dear children.  I am in great trouble; God has sent you again.”

Paul Guidon stood speechless and motionless with his sparkling black eyes fixed on her thin, pale hand.  The mild effulgence of the lunar light shone full upon his face, bringing out every feature in perfect outline.  Presently his whole frame shook as though it had received an electric shock.  Mrs. Godfrey looked straight at him with her piercing black eyes from the moment he had stood before her.  Her power over him seemed like that of a charmer.  Her magic nature had completely overcome him.  Never did a naval hero appear on deck after a victory more transcendently grand than did Margaret Godfrey at that moment of her life.  She pressed his hand more closely and said:  “Paul, are you ill?” He replied by placing her soft, white hand upon his throbbing breast, and then moved toward the canoe.  He spoke not a word.  He pointed towards his canoe, and made a sign with his right hand from the eastern horizon up the semicircle of the sky.  She understood it to mean that he would return in the morning, at the rising of the sun.  He at once got into his canoe, and in a minute or two was paddling up the stream against the rushing tide.

Very early the following morning, Margaret was on deck preparing to go on shore while the tide was low, and, if possible, catch some fish for breakfast.  She had not been long on deck before she saw a canoe approaching.  As it neared the sloop she saw that Paul Guidon was its only occupant.  In a few minutes Paul was on board, looking as bright as the morning star.  Margaret bade him good morning and then related to him the distressed condition of herself and children.  He replied, with a cheerful smile:  “Suppose big boy and little ones go with Paul and catch ’em some fish?” She felt that the Indian had a kind heart and at once consented to accompany him with her children.  All got into the canoe, and Paul at once began to paddle down the river.  Although the morning was without rain the sky was leaden, and the atmosphere heavy and damp.  As the Indian paddled the canoe along for a couple of miles, all on board were joyous and seemed refreshed as they drank in the breeze from off the breast of the bay.

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