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"I couldn't have done that thing better if I had taken the contract myself." The guide did not resent this familiarity, though at times it would have offended him. "Iroquois get mad," he replied, with his usual grin. "When Iroquois get mad, then Lena-Wingo get glad." "Yes; I suspect you were inclined that way, from what I've heard of your dealings with those people."
At the same time, he put on his usual broad grin, and replied, in his broken way: "Lena-Wingo been watching you. Seen you hide in bushes when Iroquois come, and he watch." "That was you, then, who picked off Worrell?" "Who Worrell?" demanded the Mohawk, sharply. "Why, that chap that was shot while talking to Captain Bagley." "His name not Worrell," said Lena-Wingo. "He Dick Evans."
Every one wondered what the errand could be that should take the Mohawk away at this critical moment, and Rosa ventured to ask him. "Why do you leave us, Lena-Wingo, when there is danger all around?" "Won't go far Lena-Wingo soon be back stay right here." "We've been staying now till we're tired of it, and if you can find other quarters, I'm sure I will be better satisfied, for one."
In leaving the town, the Mohawk was observed by several Iroquois, and became engaged with them, but escaped with his usual good fortune. Lena-Wingo had no more than finished his narration when the cavern was reached, and they paused a moment or two to examine it.
Halting directly before the blaze, they looked around, but saw no one besides themselves. "Rosa," said Jo, with a meaning grin, "do you feel as though you can do justice to a lunch?" Then the truth flashed upon her. Lena-Wingo had brought them thither for the purpose of furnishing them with supper. A protest rose to her lips, but she checked it, feeling that she had perhaps said too much already.
The stillness remained undisturbed, and it looked as if the way were clear for the daring attempt. At the very instant that Lena-Wingo began to exert a gently increasing pressure, his keen sense of hearing told him the sentinel was moving, and the scout paused before the frail boat had yielded to the force. The Iroquois was approaching the canoe, as if he suspected mischief.
Ned had fixed the route so clearly in his own mind that he found no difficulty in retracing the steps taken when he was following the leadership of Worrell. He was apprehensive that he would meet him on his return, probably with a number of Indians. He therefore picked his way with all the care and stealth of which he was master. He imitated the actions of Lena-Wingo under similar circumstances.
"Not exactly," was the answer. "We have an Indian scout with us." "Who is he? Lena-Wingo, the Mohawk?" "The same." It may have been fancy on the part of Rosa but at that moment she saw an expression flit over the small part of the man's face that was visible, that she thought betokened disappointment at these words.
The surliness of the repulse made it quite effective, and the four Iroquois sat for several minutes as if undecided what they ought to do after such an interview. Lena-Wingo knew that he was in great peril, for he believed from the first that the others were not satisfied with the appearance of things.
"But Brandt, the great chieftain, has sworn to take the scalp of Lena-Wingo, and he will do it, unless the traitor runs away from so great a warrior, as Brandt says he has run when he heard that he was hunting for him." If ever there was an angry Indian, that one was Lena-Wingo, when he heard these words.
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