"Do you think they know where we are?" continued the young scout.
"Know we on river—they find us."
Upon hearing these alarming words, Rosa Minturn straightened up and peered anxiously about, impelled thereto by the manner, more than the utterance, of the leader.
"I think I hear the sound of another paddle," she said in a whisper, turning inquiringly to the Indian.
"Yes, two boats on water; looking for us; maybe find us."
"In which direction is this last one that Rosa noticed, and which I also hear?" asked Ned Clinton, in the same guarded tone.
Lena-Wingo answered by pointing toward the shore a little above a spot opposite where they were lying in the stream.
"Right there—he go 'bout—look for us."
"Yes, and I see him, too!" added Rosa, the next instant.
"There he come!" added the Mohawk, making the discovery at the same moment. "Stoop down, quick! must not see you! Put head low down, so can't see you—make no noise."