“Where will they take them?” cried Harmony, wringing her hands, while the tears stood in the Quakeress’ eyes.
“I wouldn’t be surprised if there was an Indian village somewhere up this stream,” said Joe. “If you’ll remember, Long Knife spoke about taking Harmony to his wigwam.”
“Father said he had heard of an Indian village up there,” answered Harry. “Daniel Boone told him of it. Boone was at the village once, when the redskins were off on a hunt.”
“I wish Daniel Boone was here now,” answered Joe. “He knows how to fight Indians, if anybody does.”
“He may be in this vicinity for all we know,” put in Harmony. “He doesn’t stay at Fort Boone all the time.”
Harmony was very anxious to know if her mother had been in either of the canoes, but neither Joe nor Harry could answer that query.
“There were some folks we couldn’t see on account of the distance and the goods piled up in the canoes,” said Joe. “I wouldn’t be surprised if she was there.”
Night came on quickly and they remained in the dark, not caring to light another camp-fire.
Harry climbed a tree to see if he could detect any fire in that vicinity.
“Not even a torch,” he declared on coming below. “Everybody on both sides is keeping shady.”