When a redskin's blood's up there ain't no trouble too great for him, and he will follow for weeks to get his revenge; but, take 'em all in all, they are lazy varmint, and as long as there is plenty of deer's meat on hand, they will eat and sleep away their time for weeks." By night, they reached the upper end of Lake Champlain, the canoe was carefully hidden away again, and they struck through the woods in the direction of Fort William Henry.

They were now safe from pursuit, and, after walking two or three miles, halted for the night, made a fire, and cooked some of the dried meat.

When they had finished their meal, Nat said: "Now we will move away a bit, and then stretch ourselves out." "Why shouldn't we lie down here, Nat ?" "Because it would be a foolish thing to do, captain.

There ain't no saying what redskins may be wandering in the woods in time of war.

A thousand nights might pass without one of 'em happening to come upon that fire, but if they did, and we were lying beside it, all the trouble we have taken to slip through their hands would be chucked clean away.