"Boy, where are your eyes not to have seen that every step we have taken this day has been but by sufferance of the Pottawattomies?
Not for an hour since leaving camp have we marched out of shot from their guns; it means treachery, yet I can scarce tell where or how.

If they have spared us this long, there is some good Indian reason for it." I glanced along that apparently desolate sandbank, barely a hundred feet away, feeling a thrill of uneasiness sweep over me at the revelation of his words.

My eyes saw nothing strange nor suspicious; but I could not doubt his well-trained instinct.
"It makes my flesh creep," I admitted; "yet surely the others do not know.

Hear how the Frenchman chatters in our rear!" "The young fool!" he muttered, as the sound of a light laugh reached us; "it will prove no jest, ere we are out of this again.

Yet, Wayland," and his voice grew stronger, "the red devils must indeed mean to pass us free,--for there is Fort Dearborn, and, unless my sight deceive me, the flag is up." I lifted my eyes eagerly, and gazed northward where his finger pointed..