Debouching into the creek, the canoe rounded gracefully and went upward with undiminished velocity, until, in almost an incredible space, the point of embarkation was reached, when Oonomoo ran in and sprung ashore, followed instantly by his wife and son.
The Huron had scarcely landed, when his quick ear detected a suspicious sound.

He glanced furtively around.

Nothing, however, was seen, although his apprehensions of the proximity of his foes had assumed a certainty.

Without pausing in the least, he instantly took the back trail, Fluellina being close behind him, and Niniotan bringing up the rear.

They had gone scarce a dozen steps when the Shawnee war-whoop was heard, and full a score of the red demons sprung up seemingly from the very ground, and plunged toward the fugitives.