Several times he heard footsteps in the wood near him, and, peering through the leaves, caught sight of parties of Indians going towards the camp, either late arrivals from Montreal, or bands that had been out scouting or hunting.

At the end of the two hours, to his great relief, he saw two figures coming from the other way through the woods, and at once recognized the scouts.

He crawled out and joined them, as they came up.
"Thank God you are back again! I have been in a fever, all the time you have been away." "I wish I had known the precise place where you were hiding.

I should have made a sign to you to keep quiet; but it ain't of no use, now." "What's the matter then, Nat ?" "I ain't quite sure as anything is the matter," the scout replied; "but I am feared of it.

As bad luck would have it, just as we were coming back through the camp, we came upon a Mohawk chief.