“You know?”
Robert nodded.
“Then you run, Rob. Tell ’em.”
“Leave you, Jim?”
“Yes. I’ve got to stay. I’m lame. Couldn’t get away anyhow. But you can look like an Injun.”
Just then Robert heard a hiss. Guyasuta had passed along under him. And he saw that Jim was very white, and weak, and had hard work even to hang to the palings. Washington must be warned! Guyasuta had signalled; so the Hunter only said “goodbye” and he dropped down and followed Guyasuta.
XX
THE BATTLE IN THE WOODS
Guyasuta led right on to an inside angle of the log walls, and there he stopped, behind a building where few could see.