the stupor produced by his daring action.  Stepping lightly upon the pegs, he had rapidly ascended to the utmost height of these, before any one thought of following him; and then grasping in his teeth the cord which was to have served for his execution, and holding Clara firmly against his chest, while he embraced the smooth staff with knees and feet closely compressed around it, accomplished the difficult ascent with an ease that astonished all who beheld him.  Gradually, as he approached the top, the tapering pine waved to and fro; and at each moment it was expected, that, yielding to their united weight, it would snap asunder, and precipitate both Clara and himself, either upon the rampart, or into the ditch beyond.

More than one officer now attempted to follow the fugitive in his adventurous course; but even Lieutenant Johnstone, the most active and experienced in climbing of the party, was unable to rise more than a few yards above the pegs that afforded a footing, add the enterprise was abandoned as an impossibility.  At length Wacousta was seen to gain the extreme summit.  For a moment he turned his gaze anxiously beyond the town, in the direction of the bridge; and, after pealing forth one of his terrific yells, exclaimed, exultingly, as he turned his eye upon his enemy:—­

“Well, colonel, what think you of this sample of Indian ingenuity?  Did I not tell you,” he continued, in mockery, “that, if my hands were but free, I would give you a specimen of my progress in Indian acquirements?”

“If you would avoid a death even more terrible than that of hanging,” shouted the governor, in a voice of mingled rage and terror, “restore my daughter.”

“Ha! ha! ha!—­excellent!” vociferated the savage.  “You threaten largely, my good governor; but your threats are harmless as those of a weak besieging army before an impregnable fortress.  It is for the strongest, however, to propose his terms.—­If I restore this girl to life, will you pledge yourself to mine?”

“Never!” thundered Colonel de Haldimar, with unusual energy.—­“Men, procure axes; cut the flag-staff down, since this is the only means left of securing yon insolent traitor!  Quick to your work:  and mark, who first seizes him shall have promotion on the spot.”

Axes were instantly procured, and two of the men now lent themselves vigorously to the task.  Wacousta seemed to watch these preparations with evident anxiety; and to all it appeared as if his courage had been paralysed by this unexpected action.  No sooner, however, had the axemen reached the heart of the staff, than, holding Clara forth over the edge of the rampart, he shouted,—­

“One stroke more, and she perishes!”

Instantaneously the work was discontinued.  A silence of a few moments ensued.  Every eye was turned upward,—­every heart beat with terror to see the delicate girl, held by a single arm, and apparently about to be precipitated from that dizzying height.  Again Wacousta shouted,—­