“Isn’t that a log yonder?” she asked.
Seth looked in the direction indicated. With no small degree of astonishment, he saw the identical tree which he and Graham disputed over, afloat in the river. This awoke his apprehensions and he signaled at once for Haldidge.
“What’s the row?” asked the hunter as he came up.
Seth gave his head a toss down stream, by way of reply, and added, “Don’t let ’em see you’re watching it, for it might scare ’em.”
Nevertheless Haldidge turned square around and took a long, searching look at the suspicious object.
“What do you make of it?”
“Them Mohawks are the biggest fools I ever heard of, to think that such an old trick as that can amount to any thing.”
“What trick do you mean?” asked Haverland.
“Why, you see that log yonder, half sunk in the water, that we are all looking at? Well, there are four or five Mohawks behind that, waiting for us to launch our raft.”
“Maybe it’s nothing more than a floating tree or log,” said the woodman.