"I don't know that anything is to be gained by staying here, and I will go back to where I left Jo and Rosa, and tell them they may take refuge in the cavern without any danger or disturb—"
At that instant he heard a stealthy movement behind him, and he was in dread of a collision with some of the Iroquois, who seemed to be almost everywhere in the forest and on the mountain. As he wheeled about, there was the redman, painted and with gun in his grasp; but it was the redman whom, of all others, he was anxious to see, being no other than Lena-Wingo, the scout.
"Thank the Lord!" was the fervent exclamation of the youth, as he rushed toward the Mohawk and caught his hand. "Where have you been so long?"
Lena-Wingo took the proffered hand and shook it warmly, for he held the youth in the highest estimation, as he had shown on more than one occasion. At the same time, he put on his usual broad grin, and replied, in his broken way:
"Lena-Wingo been watching you. Seen you hide in bushes when Iroquois come, and he watch."
"That was you, then, who picked off Worrell?"
"Who Worrell?" demanded the Mohawk, sharply.
"Why, that chap that was shot while talking to Captain Bagley."
"His name not Worrell," said Lena-Wingo. "He Dick Evans."
"No!" gasped Ned, in return.