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Th^n  every  man  chew  a  Ion:;  breath,  and  all  eves  were  strained  to
                         watch  for  the  first  sign  of  hr3  appearing,  for  they  knew  well  that  he
                         would  never  conic  .buck  without  the  boy,  and  that  chance  was
                         kvi'ibly  against  him.
                            Meanwhile  MucdomJO  l>av'ii*r  landed  safely  at  the  foot  of the  preci­
                         pice  \v,is  looking  anxiously  around  in  search  of Pic-re ;  but. the beating
                         of the  d :u 111  bad  teased,  a .id  iie  had  nothin:;  to  guide  him.
                            11 Pierre' ” .diOuLcd  he as loud as he could, " where  are  von, my buy? ”
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                            "  Here,  Gor'icml,"  answered  a  weak  voice,  so  faint  that  he  could
                         barely  distinguish  it.
                            And  there,  sure  enough,  was  the  Si tile  fcikuv's  curly  head,  half-
                         buricd  in  a  huge  mound  of  jiiuw.  which  alone  had  saved  him  frum
                         being  dashed  tn pieces  against  the  rucl<s  as  he  fell.   Macdonald  made
                         for  him  at  or.ee;  and  although  lie  sunk  waist  deep  at  every  step,
                         reached  the sp^t  at  last.
                            "'All  right  now.  m / brave  bow"  said  the  General,  cheerily.   “ Put
                         your  arms  round  my  neck,  and  hold tight;  well  have  you  out  ol  this
                         in  a  minute.'1
                            Tile  child  tried  to  obey,  blit  his  stiffened  fingers  had  lost:  ah  til dr
                         strength;  and  even  when  Macdonald  himself  damped  die  tiny arms
                         about,  his  neck  their  hold  srave  wav  directly.
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                            What  was  to  be  done?  A   few  minutes  more, and the numbing  cold
                         of that  dismal  place  would  make  the  rescuer  as  powerless  as  him
                         wdiom  lie  came  to  rescue,   lint  General  Macdonald  was  not the ninn
                         to  be  so  easily beaten.   Tearing off  his  sad.i,  and  knelling  one  oral  oi
                         it  to  the  rope,  he  bound  Pierre  and  himself  firmly  together  witn  tae
                         other, and  then  gave  the  signal  to  draw  up.
                            And when  the  two  came  swinging  up  into die  dnyhgjit  once  mere,
                         and  the  soldier*  saw  dieir pot  still  alive  und  uidu.rt,  cheer  upon  cheer
                         ranc  out.  rolling  far back  alou<r  the  1'nc,  ti".l  the  very  mountains  thcan-
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                         solves  seemed  to  be  rejoicing.
                            11 We've:  been  under hre  and  under snow together,1'  said  Macduiiald,
                         chafing the  boy’s  co'd  hands  tenderly,  11 and  nothing  shall  part  us  two
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