"Them red devils are up to somethin' bad.

They'd better not move round over here." The hunters, satisfied that the two isolated savages meant mischief, turned their gaze once more toward the maple grove.
"Ah! Simon you white traitor! See him, Lew, comin' with his precious gang," said Jonathan.

"He's got the whole thing fixed, you can plainly see that.

Bill Elliott, McKee; and who's that renegade with Jim Girty?
I'll allow he must be the fellar we heard was with the Chippewas.

Tough lookin' customer; a good mate fer Jim Girty! A fine lot of border-hawks!" "Somethin' comin' off," whispered Wetzel, as Zane's low growl grew unintelligible.
Jonathan felt, rather than saw, Wetzel tremble.
"The missionaries are consultin'.