Scene II.--_Cane-brake Bayou.--Bank,_ C.--_Triangle Fire,

R. C.--_Canoe,_ C.--M'Closky _discovered asleep._

_M'Closky._ Burn, burn! blaze away! How the flames crack. I'm not guilty; would ye murder me? Cut, cut the rope--I choke--choke!--Ah! [_Wakes._] Hello! where am I? Why, I was dreaming--curse it! I can never sleep now without dreaming. Hush! I thought I heard the sound of a paddle in the water. All night, as I fled through the cane-brake, I heard footsteps behind me. I lost them in the cedar swamp--again they haunted my path down the bayou, moving as I moved, resting when I rested--hush! there again!--no; it was only the wind over the canes. The sun is rising. I must launch my dug-out, and put for the bay, and in a few hours I shall be safe from pursuit on board of one of the coasting schooners that run from Galveston to Matagorda. In a little time this darned business will blow over, and I can show again. Hark! there's that noise again! If it was the ghost of that murdered boy haunting me! Well--I didn't mean to kill him, did I? Well, then, what has my all-cowardly heart got to skeer me so for? [_Music._]

[_Gets in canoe and rows off,_ L.--Wahnotee _paddles canoe on,_ R.--_gets out and finds trail--paddles off after him,_ L.]