he rejoined gently.

“And is far wiser,” said I.

“A little wiser in some few things concerning human life, Loskiel� . Does my brother desire that Mayaro shall bring in the Wyandotte?”

“Bring him,” I said; and walked forward toward our camp.

Tahoontowhee stopped me with his challenge, then sprang forward at the sound of my voice.

“Men in the woods,” he whispered, “creeping up from the South. They saw no fire and prowled no nearer than panthers prowl when they know a camp is awake.”

“Senecas,” I said briefly. “We make a night march of it. Remain on guard here. The Grey-Feather will bring your pack to you when we pick you up.”