"Yes; didn't I tell you that?"
"Bad—bad—gal make him blind—see notting, all time—she afore his face."
"You've got the idea this time, Oonamoo. Lew's in love, above his head and ears, and can't be to blame so much for what he's done," said O'Hara, a gleam of pity stealing through his rough nature, like a ray of sunshine entering a gloomy cave. "He's made a fool of himself, I'm afeard, 'cause there's a female on his hands."
"What want to do? Foller him—catch him?"
"That's it. The first thing to be done is to find the trail."
"Where lost? Where see him last?"
O'Hara proceeded to relate as best he could what is already known to the reader, or more properly that portion of it which was known to him. He stated that he and Dick Allmat had lost the trail in a small brook, and that their most persistent efforts had failed to recover it. Upon speculating further, he learned from Oonamoo that they were in the vicinity of the ravine where Dernor and Edith had so narrowly escaped the Indians, the latter fact of course being unknown to them. The Huron added, that there was "much track" in the woods around them, and O'Hara, thinking that perhaps his leader's might be among them, proposed that they should make an examination of them. To this the savage readily agreed, and the two moved forward through the wood for that purpose.
In the course of a few minutes they reached the ravine, and the Indian, pointing down into it, as they stood upon its bank, said:
"Full of tracks—many Injin pass there."
"Let us go down and take a look at them."