The party were walking thus silently, when they reached a portion of
the wood where, for a short distance, it was perfectly open, as if it
had been totally swept over by a tornado. In this they were about
entering, when, brought in relief against the moon-lit sky beyond, the
form of an Indian was seen standing as motionless as a statue. At
first sight, the form appeared gigantic in its proportions, but a
second glance showed that instead of being a man it was a mere boy. He
stood in the attitude of listening, as if he had just caught the sound
of the approaching company.
The Huron, disdaining to draw his rifle upon such a foe, halted and
looked steadily at him, while those in the rear, who had all discovered
the savage, did the same, the negro's teeth chattering like a dice-box,
as he fully believed him to be the advance-guard of an overwhelming
force. The boy standing thus a moment, sprung with the quickness of
lightning to the cover of the trees. As he did so, there was something
about the movement which awakened the suspicion of Oonomoo, and without
stirring, he gave utterance to a low, trilling whistle. Instantly
there came a similar response, and the boy appeared again to view,
bounding forward quickly toward Oonomoo.
"Niniotan."
"Oonomoo."
"What brings you thus far in the woods?"
"_The Shawnees have discovered the home of Oonomoo!_"
"And where is Fluellina?" demanded the Huron, starting as if stricken
by a thunderbolt.
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