whipped some more as nefer pefore."

Jack Carleton threw back his bead and laughed, though he took care
that he made little noise in doing so; but the face of the Shawanoe
was grave. His refined nature could see nothing mirthful in the
cruel punishment inflicted upon the boy because he did a kindness to
a stranger of another race. The brutal father had only to thank the
Christian restraint of Deerfoot that he was not pierced by an arrow
from his bow for his conduct.

The Shawanoe did not need explain that the little act of Otto had
secured his lasting gratitude. The latter was not one to seek his
company or intrude himself upon him; but he was ready to do the
young German any service in his power.

A few days before, when Deerfoot was returning from the direction of
the Mississippi, he met Otto on horseback. The latter told him he
was going to Coatesville to bring back a young friend, whose mother
was in the new settlement. For some reason, which the Shawanoe did
not make known, he could not accompany Otto, or he would have done
so; but he gave him full directions and numerous suggestions, every
one of which Otto forgot within the following fifteen minutes.

Deerfoot, however, after making some calculations as to the time the
boys would reach the Mississippi on their return, promised to meet
them there and to take them across in his canoe, which was hidden
not far away.

The Shawanoe particularly instructed Otto that, if the meeting
should take place at night, he would make known his departure from