As he did so, he looked at the Shawnees and was gratified to see that their suspicions had not been aroused by his movements.

Proceeding some distance, he hid his fish and line and made his way up the river, escaping the Shawnees by means of a long _detour_.
Reaching the stream and tree, he was somewhat taken aback by not finding any one at all.

Considerably perplexed, he looked about him.
"Can't be dat Quanonshet and Madokawandock have been fooling deir poor old fader again," said he.

"I'm purty sure I seen some one on the tree, when dem pieces of bark come swimming downstream." A subdued whistle reached his ear.

Looking behind him, he saw a Huron Indian standing a few yards away.