The earth was carefully deposited over them and the last sad rites performed.
The sun was now past the meridian, and the young soldier began to look momentarily for the appearance of the Huron.

An hour or two had passed, when Cato spoke: "Massa Canfield, 'tain't noways likely dat ar Injine will be along afore dark.

_Dat's_ de time dem critters likes to travel, so what's de use ob our waitin' here so long.

Oder Injines _mought_ be around dese parts and wouldn't it be a good idee to git in de woods whar dey wouldn't be so apt to see us ?" It struck the Lieutenant that there was some sense in the advice of the negro; so he concluded to act upon it.

Moving away toward the wood, his foot struck and scattered a pile of black cinders lying near the ruins of the house.