as they sprang to their feet, I pointed out their posts to them, laid my rifle on my sack, and dropped where I stood like a lump of lead.

I was aroused toward nine by the Mohican, and sat up as wide awake as a disturbed tree-cat, instantly ready for trouble.

“An Oneida on the Ouleout,” he said.

“Where?”

“Yonder — just across.”

“Friendly?”

“He has made the sign.”

“An ambassador?”

“A runner, not a belt-bearer.”

“Bring him to me.”