He might have believed it to be one of the Indians, had he not secured a fair look at the man as he ran away.

He said nothing of it to his wife or Teddy, although it occasioned him much trouble and anxiety of mind.
A month or two later, when Teddy was hunting in the woods, and had paused a moment for rest, a gun was discharged at him, from a thick mass of undergrowth.

Certain that the unknown hunter was at hand, he dashed in as before, determined to bring the transgressor to a personal account.

Teddy could hear him fleeing, and saw the agitation of the undergrowth, but did not catch even a glimpse of his game.
While prosecuting the search, Teddy suddenly encountered an Indian, staggering along with a jug in his hand.

The savage manifested a friendly disposition, and the two were soon seated upon the ground, discussing the fiery contents of the vessel and exchanging vows of eternal friendship.