It sent the
blood bounding through her glowing frame, and there being withal the
spice of an unseen and unknown danger to spur her on, she was fully
able to go twice the distance, when the Huron gave the order to halt.
It was broad daylight and the sun was just rising. They were several
miles beyond the ruins of Captain Prescott's mansion, so that the
settlement could be easily reached in a few hours more. Oonomoo
brought down a turkey with his rifle, dressed it, and had a fire
burning with which to cook it. This was accomplished in a short time
under his skillful manipulations, and a hearty meal afforded to every
one of the little company. Lieutenant Canfield noticed that neither
the Huron nor his son ate more than a mouthful or two, and he was now
satisfied that the news brought by the latter was bad and
disheartening. He refrained, however, from referring to the subject
again, well knowing that the Indian would tell him all that he thought
proper, when the time arrived.
They had just completed their meal, when Niniotan and Oonomoo started,
raising their heads, as if something had caught their ears. Listening
a moment, the latter said:
"Somebody comin'."
"Hebens, golly! am it Injines?" asked Cato, looking around for some
good place to hide. The eyes of the soldier and Miss Prescott asked
the same question, and the Huron replied:
"Ain't Injins--walk too heavy--white men."
"They must be friends then," exclaimed the girl, springing up and
clapping her hands.
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