Neither spoke a word, until they had stood a few seconds in a fervent embrace, when Fluellina stepped back, and looking up in her husband's face, said: "The Shawnees have found our home and are now following me." The husband became the warrior on the instant.

His woodcraft told him that if his foes were searching for him and his, they would be in such force that he could not hope to combat with them; and the only plan, therefore, that offered him any safety was to fall back and meet his white friends at the earliest possible moment.

In reaching the creek, he had bent down the bushes, and broken the branches on the way so that his trail could be followed without difficulty.
He now sped back to his canoe, which, when reached, he shoved into deep water, and ran a considerable distance before he deemed it best to enter.

Lifting Fluellina in his arms, he deposited her carefully in it.

Niniotan leaped after her, and the next moment they were going down the stream at a speed that seemed would tear the boat asunder every moment.