Had Jack and Otto been alone, they would have been troubled by the
fear that their campfire would be seen by prowling enemies but the
air of unconcern on the part of the Shawanoe infused into them a
feeling of confidence which drove away all fear.

Enough branches and leaves were piled together to afford them the
best sort of couch. Not one had it blanket with him, and had the
weather been cold, they must have suffered not a little. The boys
had lost theirs when their horse ran away the last time, and
Deerfoot had not brought any with him, though one remained in his
canoe.

Fortunately the night was not only mild, but scarcely a breath of
air was stirring. The fire radiated all the heat needed to make
each comfortable. They assumed easy postures on the ground, and, as
the reflection lit up each countenance, they looked curiously at one
another, as if seeking more intimate knowledge of their appearance.

Deerfoot and Jack have already been sufficiently referred to, and a
little attention is due to the honest German youth, who has his part
to play in the following pages.

Otto was about a year younger than his friend, and bore very little
resemblance to him. Jack possessed a certain rugged grace, and,
while he was not handsome, his face showed intelligence with mental
strength, sustained by bounding youth, and a physical vigor which
was perfect.

Otto was a head shorter than Jack, and his growth seemed to run