Now the chief put his ear to the ground and listened.
Indians could hear sounds miles away and they had very keen sight.
The evening was very still and peaceful. The gentle moon was just about to peep from behind the clouds.
The chief jumped up very quickly. He was silent and serious.
Yet he looked and looked into the distance.
Mewanee too was very thoughtful; he was anxious to know why his father seemed so worried.
“MY SON,” SAID THE CHIEF, “I FEAR OUR ENEMY.”
At last he said, “What is the trouble, father? Why are you so silent and grave?”
“My son,” said the chief, “I fear our enemy, the Indians who live beyond that distant hill.