The stranger waved his hand as if asking them to be cautious, and come to him.
They went toward the thicket, and when within a few paces of the man Mr.Wells exclaimed: "It's the man who guided my party to the village.

It is Wetzel!" The other missionaries had never seen the hunter though, of course, they were familiar with his name, and looked at him with great curiosity.

The hunter's buckskin garments were wet, torn, and covered with burrs.

Dark spots, evidently blood stains, showed on his hunting-shirt.
"Wetzel ?" interrogated Heckewelder.
The hunter nodded, and took a step behind the bush.

Bending over he lifted something from the ground.