CHAPTER ELEVEN. 

TO THE RESCUE. 

Elsie and Cora Ravenshaw were seated at a table in Willow Creek, with their mother and Miss Trim, repairing garments, one night in that same inclement January of which we have been writing. 

Mr Ravenshaw was enjoying his pipe by the stove, and Louis Lambert was making himself agreeable. The old man was a little careworn. No news had yet been received of Tony or of Victor. In regard to the latter he felt easy; Victor could take care of himself, and was in good company, but his heart sank when he thought of his beloved Tony. What would he not have given to have had him smashing his pipe or operating on his scalp at that moment. 

"It is an awful winter," observed Elsie, as a gust of wind seemed to nearly blow in the windows. 

"I pity the hunters in the plains," said Cora. "They say a rumour has come that they are starving." 

"I heard of that, but hope it is not true," observed Lambert. 

"Oh! they always talk of starving," said old Ravenshaw. "No fear of 'em." 

At that moment there was a sound of shuffling in the porch, the door was thrown open, and a gaunt, haggard man, with torn, snow-sprinkled garments, pale face, and bloodshot eyes, stood pictured on the background of the dark porch. 

"Baptiste Warder!" exclaimed Lambert, starting up. 

"Ay, what's left o' me; and here's the remains o' Winklemann," said Warder, pointing to the cadaverous face of the starving German, who followed him. 
What did Mr Ravenshaw like?
Where?
Anyone else in the room?
Who?
what was he doing?
Who was at the table?
Where?
anyone else?
what were they doing?
Was it the summer?
Did anyone hear about Tony or Victor yet?
who did he worry more for?
why?
What did Elsie realize?
why did she realize this?
Was anyone worried about a group of people?
who was pitied?
Who felt bad for them?
Had anyone else heard about them?
Who walked in through the door?
his pipe
Mr Ravenshaw was enjoying his pipe by the stove
by the stove
Mr Ravenshaw was enjoying his pipe by the stove
Yes
 Louis Lambert was making himself agreeable
Louis Lambert
nd Louis Lambert was making himself agreeable
making himself agreeable
Louis Lambert was making himself agreeable
Elsie and Cora Ravenshaw
Elsie and Cora Ravenshaw were seated at a table
in Willow Creek
in Willow Creek
their mother
 their mother
repairing garments
Elsie and Cora Ravenshaw were seated at a table in Willow Creek, with their mother and Miss Trim, repairing garments,
No
one night in that same inclement January of which we have been writing.
No
No news had yet been received of Tony or of Victor.
Tony
 In regard to the latter he felt easy; Victor could take care of himself, and was in good company, but his heart sank when he thought of his beloved Tony
Victor could take care of himself
 Victor could take care of himself
That it is an awful winter
"It is an awful winter," observed Elsie
a gust of wind nearly blew in the windows
"It is an awful winter," observed Elsie, as a gust of wind seemed to nearly blow in the windows. 
Yes
"I pity the hunters in the plains," said Cora. "They say a rumour has come that they are starving."
hunters in the plains
"I pity the hunters in the plains," said Cora. 
Cora
"I pity the hunters in the plains," said Cora.
Yes
"I heard of that, but hope it is not true," observed Lambert. 

"Oh! they always talk of starving," said old Ravenshaw. "No fear of 'em." 
Baptiste Warder
At that moment there was a sound of shuffling in the porch, the door was thrown open, and a gaunt, haggard man, with torn, snow-sprinkled garments, pale face, and bloodshot eyes, stood pictured on the background of the dark porch. 

"Baptiste Warder!" exclaimed Lambert,