Appearing at the entrance of the wigwam,
without entering, he motioned for the captive to come out. She arose,
stepping cautiously and carefully, and when she found herself in the
open air once more, with the cool night-wind blowing upon her fevered
cheek, she almost fainted from excessive emotion.
"Come, now, walks right behind me, and if you sees--dunder and blixen!
dere comes an Injin!"
The girl had caught a glimpse of two shadowy figures, and without
thought, she did the wisest possible thing for her to do under the
circumstances. Springing back within the lodge, she reseated herself
beyond the form of her prostrate sentinel, and waited for them to pass.
"How do you do, brother?" asked one of them, in the Shawnee tongue, as
they halted. "How gets along our prisoner?"
"Pretty good; she is in de lodge."
"She is safe in the hands of Keewaygooshturkumkankangewock, but I will
look in." The savage stepped to the entrance and merely glanced
inside. The darkness was so great that he saw nothing but the figure
of the squaw before him, and he and his companion passed on. The
captive waited until she was sure they were beyond sight and hearing,
and then she stepped forth again.
"Let us hurry," said she, eagerly. "There may be others near."
"Yaw, but don't push me over on mine nose."
"Oh! if she awakes, or we are seen!"
"She won't do dat. She shleeps till morning, and bimeby I shleeps too,
and won't wake up afore she does.
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