A FORTUNATE DIVERSION.


Mickey O'Rooney had not thought of the "opening" over their heads since
the firing of his rifle-shot, and he now started and looked upward, as if
fearful that he had committed a fatal oversight. But he saw or heard
nothing to excite alarm.

"Where are they?" he asked, in a whisper.

"They're up there. I've seen them peep down more than once."

"What were they paaping for?"

"I suppose to find out where we were."

"Be the powers, but I showed them where I was when I fired me gun!"

"That maybe; but you didn't stay there, and perhaps they were looking for
me."

"Did they find ye?"

"I don't think they did. You know I was in behind the boulder, with my
head thrown back, so that it was easy for me to look up, and there wasn't
enough branches and leaves over my head to shut out my view; so I lay
there looking up, watching and listening, when I saw an Indian peep over
the top there, as though he was looking for us."

"Did ye see more than one?"