"In what form did it appear?"
"Look straight over me shoulder, and when the lightning shows itself agin, tell me what ye saas."
Waring did as requested. The lightning was incessant, but not sharp enough to reveal the object that had attracted the notice of his companion. All at once, however, a bright flame blazed out, and he saw, but a rod or two away, an Indian seated in a canoe. The canoe lay close under the bank, and the savage was seated in the stern, with his back toward the whites, and, from his appearance, was evidently waiting for some one.
Waring felt sure that he was the Shawanoe that had caused them so much alarm, and that, from his presence in this quarter, it was pretty certain his companions were not far distant. While debating with himself upon the best course for him safely to pass him, he felt the Irishman moving away from him.
"What do you intend to do?" he asked, as he arrested him.
"Get that same canoe."
"Get that canoe? What do you mean? How are you going to do it?"
"Let me alone for that. I'll upset the haythen."
"His friends may be closer at hand than you think."
"Divil a bit does I care how close they be. I'll settle this matter with him."