Will Revel started in surprise as he heard the girl’s name. Two more of the group also showed surprise and looked with new interest upon her.
“Who sent you here?” asked Revel.
“No one,” replied the Indian girl. “I followed some warriors softly that went on trail. They found where two men went off in canoe. Some watch for them to come back; others search forest.”
“Then Scarred Eagle ’ll be in danger,” said Revel, turning to his comrades. “Thar’s no time to lose. I’ve reason to b’l’eve this girl’s true to us. How many ar’ along the lake-shore?” he added, turning to Moorooine again.
“Me talk more with you, alone,” she said, avoiding the bevy of eyes fixed upon her. Revel followed her a short distance aside.
“There is so much warriors twice,” she said, in answer to his last question, holding up both hands with the fingers outspread. “They chased white man, but white man got away.”
“Did you see the white man?”
“Yes. Warriors call ’im Evil Eye.”
“Ah—Ben Mace!” exclaimed Revel. “Did he run this way?”
“Goin’ to; but had to hide. Den warriors missed ’im an’ leave behind. Look out for white friends on lake. Be careful, an’ look out for yourselves, too. Git took if don’t. Moorooine knows the forest an’ will help you. Mus’ go now. Bimeby you come too.”