“Those are good words,” Spotted Deer declared, admiringly. “You will soon find Gokhos, the great white Medicine Owl, and then we will be able to do some great things. I am not thinking about the Shawnees——”
“Stop!” Running Fox interrupted, excitedly. “I see smoke rising behind that ridge.”
They saw a misty blue haze drifting above the top of a low ridge directly ahead of them.
“That is the place I was looking at,” said Spotted Deer. “Yes, I know it by that big mountain over there.”
“I believe we have found the Mohawk camp,” declared Running Fox. “We must watch sharp. If the village is on the other side of that ridge we are very close. Spotted Deer, I believe we are in great danger.”
They immediately concealed themselves in the woods to watch. It was not long, however, before both of them agreed that the smoke came from the Mohawk camp. The thought filled them with joy. They believed that they were almost within sight of their goal, and they were eager to verify their hopes. However, Running Fox realized that it would be the height of folly to attempt to look over the ridge before dark. He had little doubt that, if the camp really was on the other side, the crafty Mohawks had stationed scouts along the crest of the ridge to guard the village against surprise. Therefore, he decided to wait until night came to his assistance.
“We must stay here until it gets dark,” he told Spotted Deer. “Then we will creep up on that ridge, and find out if the camp is over there.”
“I believe we will find it,” Spotted Deer replied, confidently.
“Well, that smoke looks like camp smoke, but I am not sure about it,” said Running Fox.