One of the peculiar effects of this chilly morning air was to keep Lieutenant Canfield constantly gaping; his movements were so languid and his mind listless even to antipathy for conversation.

He maintained his place in silence beside Oonomoo.

The Indian was as watchful and keen as ever.
As the young Lieutenant was yawning, and gazing around listlessly, he caught a glimpse of some body, as it threw itself prostrate behind a clump of bushes.

He looked at the Huron and was startled to observe upon his countenance no indication of having noticed this singular occurrence.
"Oonomoo," he whispered, placing his hand upon his arm, "there's a person behind the bush, and we are in danger.

I saw him this very minute." "Me see'd 'em," said the Indian, walking straight toward the spot where he was concealed.
This was too much for the young man.