presence of living creatures. At the same moment somebody came close to me from behind, and the Sagamore breathed his name in my ear.

I managed to retain my presence of mind, and, laying my mouth against his ear in the darkness, I whispered:

“The Seneca Hiokatoo and his warriors — all around us in the water. He mistakes me for Walter Butler, They have been reconnoitring our camp.”

I felt the body of the Mohican stiffen under my grasp, Then he said quietly:

“Stand still till all have passed us.”

“Yes; but let no Seneca hear your Algonquin speech. If any speak I will answer for you.”

“It is well,”