“Have you need of sleep, Loskiel?”

“I? No. Sleep you, then, and I will sit awake if it reassures you.”

The Sagamore set his mouth close to my ear:

“The Wyandotte is not posted where you placed him.”

“What? How do you know?”

“I went out to see. He sits on a rock close to the water.”

“Damn him,” I muttered angrily. “I’ll teach him — — ”

“No!”

The Mohican’s iron grip held me in my place.

“The Night-Hawk understands. Let the Wyandotte remain unrebuked and undisturbed while I creep down to yonder ford.”