They saw the converted Indians seat themselves before the platform.

The crowd of hostile Indians surrounded the glade on all sides, except on, which, singularly enough, was next to the woods.
"Look thar!" exclaimed Wetzel, under his breath.

He pointed off to the right of the maple glade.

Jonathan gazed in the direction indicated, and saw two savages stealthily slipping through the bushes, and behind trees.

Presently these suspicious acting spies, or scouts, stopped on a little knoll perhaps an hundred yards from the glade.
Wetzel groaned.
"This ain't comfortable," growled Zane, in a low whisper.