Springing back within the lodge, she reseated herself beyond the form of her prostrate sentinel, and waited for them to pass.
"How do you do, brother ?" asked one of them, in the Shawnee tongue, as they halted.

"How gets along our prisoner ?" "Pretty good; she is in de lodge." "She is safe in the hands of Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, but I will look in." The savage stepped to the entrance and merely glanced inside.

The darkness was so great that he saw nothing but the figure of the squaw before him, and he and his companion passed on.

The captive waited until she was sure they were beyond sight and hearing, and then she stepped forth again.
"Let us hurry," said she, eagerly.

"There may be others near." "Yaw, but don't push me over on mine nose." "Oh! if she awakes, or we are seen!" "She won't do dat.