Presently the icy current chilled my thighs, rising to my waistline.

But it grew no deeper.
Yet, here so swift was the current that I scarcely dared move, and was peering around to find the Sagamore, when a shape loomed up on my left.
And I reached out and rested my hand on the shadowy shoulder, and stood so, swaying against the stream.
Suddenly a voice said, in the Seneca dialect: "Is it thou, Butler ?" And every drop of blood froze in my body.
God knows how I found voice to answer "Yes," and how I found courage to let my hand remain upon my enemy's shoulder.
"It is I, Hiokatoo," said the low voice.
"Move forward," I said; and dropped my hand from his shoulder.
Somehow, although I could see nothing, all around me in the water I felt the presence of living creatures.

At the same moment somebody came close to me from behind, and the Sagamore breathed his name in my ear.
I managed to retain my presence of mind, and, laying my mouth against his ear in the darkness, I whispered: "The Seneca Hiokatoo and his warriors--all around us in the water.

He mistakes me for Walter Butler, They have been reconnoitring our camp." I felt the body of the Mohican stiffen under my grasp, Then he said quietly: "Stand still till all have passed us." "Yes; but let no Seneca hear your Algonquin speech.

If any speak I will answer for you." "It is well," said the Sagamore quietly.