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"I know it, Unaco, and I know you by report, though we've never met before, and I told that story in your ear to convince ye that my tongue is not `forked." When Paul Bevan returned to the camp fire, soon afterwards, he came alone, and both his arms were free.
Let me ride forward and look at them then I shall be able to speak." A very slight smile of contempt curled the chiefs lip for an instant as he replied "No. The white woman see them when they be trapped. Unaco knows one. He is black a devil with two face many face, but Unaco's eyes be sharp. They see far."
"Mahoghany Drake would be inclined to dispute that p'int with 'ee," returned Bevan. "However, you know best, so we'll wait till you give us the signal to advance." Having directed his white friends to lie down, Unaco divested himself of all superfluous clothing, and glided swiftly but noiselessly towards the robber camp, with nothing but a tomahawk in his hand and a scalping-knife in his girdle.
His name was Oswego." At the sound of the name Unaco cast a sharp glance at Bevan. It was so swift that no one present observed it save Bevan himself, who had expected it. But Paul pretended not to notice it, and turning himself rather more towards Fred, addressed himself pointedly to him.
"Stay, father; I'll cut it into little bits for you if Unaco will kindly lend me his scalping-knife." Without a word or look the chief quietly drew the glittering weapon from its sheath and handed it to Betty, who at once, using a piece of sharpened stick as a fork, cut her father's portion into manageable lumps. "That's not a bad notion," said Fred. "Perhaps you'll do the same for me, Betty."
I have heard of a critter called a Tasmanian devil, but never before heard of an Oregon one with two faces." An expressive glance from the Indian who guarded him induced the lad to continue his speculations in silence. On passing round the jutting rock, where Unaco had been checked in his advance, the party at once beheld the cause of anxiety.
But I'll give you one chance. If you choose to help me I will spare your life. Can you tell me where Paul Bevan and his daughter are?" "They are with Unaco and his tribe." "I could have guessed as much as that. I ask you where they are!" "On the other side of yonder mountain range, where the chief's village lies."
"My name is Unaco," interrupted the chief, with a look of dignity. "Well, then, Unaco," continued Bevan, "since ye must see that we have nothing whatever to do wi' the blackguard that's just given ye the slip, I hope you'll see your way to untie our hands an' let us go."
To the surprise of Betty, he suddenly threw his arms round her waist and clung to her as if for protection with a look of fear in his face, and when the work of binding the captives was completed the Indians found him still labouring to all appearance under great alarm. Unaco cast on him one look of supreme scorn, and then, leaving him, like Betty, unbound, turned towards Paul Bevan.
Then the original three who had found Tom took him up quite gently and carried him off, while the remainder of the band followed in single file. Unaco led the way, striding over the ground at a rate which almost forced the pony to trot, and glancing from side to side with a keen look of inquiry that seemed to intimate an expectation of attack from an enemy in ambush.
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