"Yes," replied Ned Clinton, willing to tell their new companion all their purposes, and glad of his company. "Yes, we set out for Wilkesbarre, but there are so many Indians in the path that we find the task a hard one."
"Are you alone?"
"Not exactly," was the answer. "We have an Indian scout with us."
"Who is he? Lena-Wingo, the Mohawk?"
"The same."
It may have been fancy on the part of Rosa but at that moment she saw an expression flit over the small part of the man's face that was visible, that she thought betokened disappointment at these words.