He knew who had come to save him, and he sprang to his feet, exclaiming the one word: "Henry!" The hands of the comrades met in the clasp of friendship which only many dangers endured together can give.
"How did you get here ?" asked the shiftless one in a whisper.
"I met an Indian in the forest," replied Henry, "and well I am now he." Shif'less Sol laughed under his breath.
"I see," said he, "but how did you get through the camp?
It's a big one, and the Iroquois are watchful.

Timmendiquas is here, too, with his Wyandots." "They are having a great feast," replied Henry, "and I could go about almost unnoticed.

Where are the others, Sol ?" "In the cabins close by." "Then we'll get out of this place.

Quick! Tie up your hair! In the darkness you can easily pass for an Indian." The shiftless one drew his hair into a scalp lock, and the two slipped from the cabin, closing the door behind them and deftly retying the thongs, in order that the discovery of the escape might occur as late as possible.

Then they stood a few moments in the shadow of the hut and listened to the sounds of revelry, the monotone of the story-tellers, and the chant of the singers.
"You don't know which huts they are in, do you ?" asked Henry, anxiously.
"No, I don't," replied the shiftless one.
"Get back!" exclaimed Henry softly.