"We are near the second place that you say would be used by the Shawanoes for ambush. Have the folks passed that yet?"
"No, they ain't two hundred yards off from you this blessed minute."
Wharton bounced from the ground and could hardly repress a cheer in the excess of his delight.
"Why, Kenton, didn't you tell me this before?"
"What war the hurry? They'll keep."
"Where did you overtake them?"
"Some distance back along the trail; I give a signal to your father and he waited for me to come up. I told him the varmints had sot the trap close to the swampy spot that he had sarcumvented, for I had seen their tracks along the trail, and, onless they came trottin' after us, we must look out for that ravine next. It's purty hard work sarcumventin' that, but, leavin' them to do it, I sneaked back hyar to keep a lookout for the varmints."
"Where does father intend to return to the main trail?"
"A little way beyond the clearin'; but the varmints will find out that he are ahead of 'em, and, havin' slipped up once already, they may try some trick; they'll be powerful careful, now that they know your folks ain't alone."