"I saw something moving through the bushes," Dancing Owl told him. "I do not know what it is."
"Where was it?" asked Yellow Wolf.
"Over there near that white tree," said Dancing Owl.
They fixed their eyes on a large white birch at the edge of the woods. It was close by the place where the fire had been. They wondered if crafty Mohawk scouts were lingering in the vicinity. They watched anxiously, but the mysterious object failed to appear.
"Did it look like a warrior?" inquired Running Fox.
"I do not know," replied Dancing Owl. "I saw some bushes move. Then something passed. It went fast. It was behind the bushes, I could not see what it was."
"Perhaps our brothers are over there," suggested Yellow Wolf.
Running Fox remained silent. A still more interesting possibility had entered his mind.
"Perhaps it was Spotted Deer," he said.
"Yes, yes, perhaps it was Spotted Deer," Dancing Owl said, eagerly. "Come, give the signal and we will see what comes of it."