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"I will teach him to emulate what Oonomoo will do, not what he has done." "He counts the scalps that hang in our lodge, and wonders why they do not increase. He gazes long and often upon those which you tore years ago from the heads of the two chiefs, and I know he burns to gain a trophy for himself." "Has Fluellina the choicest food these forests can afford?"
"I'm purty sure I seen some one on the tree, when dem pieces of bark come swimming downstream." A subdued whistle reached his ear. Looking behind him, he saw a Huron Indian standing a few yards away. The eyes of both lit up as they encountered the gaze of each other, for they were both friends and old acquaintances. "Ish dat you, Oonomoo?" inquired Hans Vanderbum.
Oonomoo was fully aware that the delicate structure of the canoe was no obstruction at all against a rifle-shot. Accordingly, while descending the river, he had taken precaution to insure his safety, in case of such an occurrence as had now transpired. A large, rotten limb, hardly the length of his own body, was carried with him.
He could scarce believe it until Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock told him that she was to be strictly guarded, used as her slave and never to be out of her sight for one minute. In case of her escape, Hans Vanderbum was to be held responsible for it, his life paying the forfeit. "Dat is quare," he muttered. "I guess Oonomoo can fix it, if dey does do it."
It was not quite ten miles to the Shawnee town, and, as it was now in the neighborhood of midnight, their destination would be easily reached in time. All went well for some four or five miles, when an exclamation from the canoe in advance attracted the attention of Oonomoo and the soldier. "What is it?" inquired the latter. "Ugh! nudder canoe comin' Shawnees." Such proved to be the case.
"Dere! on dat shore may be come over." The soldier, was much puzzled to know how his companion had made such a sudden discovery, when they were so far away. As there could be no danger of their words being overheard, he made the inquiry. "See'd water splash," replied Oonomoo. "Got canoe." "Not yours?" "No deir own come ober here, putty soon." His words were true.
"You find de way must go can't stay wid us." "Oh, gorry! don't leab me among de Injines; dey will eat me up alive!" replied the negro, bellowing like a bull. Canfield saw the glitter of the Huron's eyes, and taking Cato by the arm, said: "Let us hear no more of this, Cato, or you will arouse the anger of Oonomoo, and there is no telling what he may do."
He chose the former. Everything depended now upon the quickness of the Huron's movements. The Miami being compelled to watch both directions, it was certain he would turn his head in a moment, when, if Oonomoo was still in the water, his fate would be pretty certain.
"And where is Fluellina?" demanded the Huron, starting as if stricken by a thunderbolt. "She is hid in the woods, waiting for Oonomoo." "Did she send Niniotan for him?" "She sent him this morning, and he searched the woods until now, when he found him in this opening." "When did Fluellina and my son leave their home on the island in the water?"
"Oonomoo has no wounds upon him," said she, raising her head and looking at his breast and shoulders. "But he has been in danger." "No scalps hang at his girdle." "And none shall ever hang there again." "Not the scalp of the Shawnee?" "No," replied the Huron, in a voice as deep and solemn as a distant peal of thunder.
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