“Well, why have we not seen it, then?”
“I suppose, because it has escaped our eyes.”
“A good explanation,” smiled Graham, “but if we have failed altogether thus far to detect it, is it probable that she is among them?”
“I think so. You must remember that these half dozen Mohawks are walking promiscuously and not in Indian file, as is generally their custom. It is very probable that the gal is in front, and what tracks her little moccasins might make would be entirely covered up with the big feet of the Ingins.”
“I hope you are not mistaken,” remarked Haverland, in such a tone as to show that he still had his lingering doubts.
“That matter can not be decided until we get a peep of the dusky cowards, and the only course is for us to push ahead.”
“It strikes me that they can be at no great distance, and if we are going to come upon their camp-fire to-night, we have got to do it pretty soon.”
“Come on, then.”
With this, the hunter again strode forward, but with more stealth and caution than before. He saw in the different signs around them unmistakable proof that the Indians were at no great distance.