"A chief's eyes are not blind," the redskin answered, with a slight smile of satisfaction at having for once succeeded when his white comrade was at fault. "Let my friend look up the hill—two dead men there."
Harold looked in the direction in which the chief pointed, but could see nothing. The hunter exclaimed:
"There's something there, chief, but even my eyes couldn't tell they were bodies."
The party proceeded to the spot and found two skeletons. A few remnants of clothes lay around, but the birds had stripped every particle of flesh from the bones. There was a bullet in the forehead of one skull; the other was cleft with a sharp instrument.
"It's clear enough," the hunter said, "there's been a surprise. Likely enough the hull lot was killed without a shot being fired in defense."
CHAPTER XIV.
RESCUED!
Harold was deeply touched at the evidences of the fate which had befallen the occupants of his cousin's plantation.
"If there are any more of these to be found," pointing to their remains, "we might learn for a certainty whether the same fate befell them all."
The Seneca spoke a word to his followers and the four Indians spread themselves over the clearing. One more body was found—it was lying down near the water as if killed in the act of making for the canoe.