in a thicket, where he lay down on the damp grass, and rested
with his head under his arm.

His breath had been coming a little faster, but his heart now
resumed its regular beat. Then he heard a soft sound, that of
footsteps. He thought at first that some wild animal was
prowling near, but second thought convinced him that human beings
had come. Gazing through the thicket, he saw an Indian warrior
walking among the trees, looking searchingly about him as if he
were a scout. Another, coming from a different direction,
approached him, and Henry felt sure that they were of the party
of Timmendiquas. They had followed him in some manner, perhaps
by chance, and it behooved Mm now to lie close.

A third warrior joined them and they began to examine the ground.
Henry realized that it was much lighter. Keen eyes under such a
starry sky could see much, and they might strike his trail. The
fear quickly became fact. One of the warriors, uttering a short
cry, raised his head and beckoned to the others. He had seen
broken twigs or trampled grass, and Henry, knowing that it was no
time to hesitate, sprang from his covert. Two of the warriors
caught a glimpse of his dusky figure and fired, the bullets
cutting the leaves close to his head, but Henry ran so fast that
he was lost to view in an instant.

The boy was conscious that his position contained many elements
of danger. He was about to have another example of the tenacity
and resource of the great young chief of the Wyandots, and he
felt a certain anger. He, did not wish to be disturbed in his
plans, he wished to rejoin his comrades and move farther east