"Nay. He is a war chief with the army," said Black Eagle.
"Then where is Edith?" inquired the young man. "Did you leave the Blossom with her?"
"I left Otaitsa at thy father's house," answered the chief, "but thy sister was not there."
"Where was she, then?" asked Walter, with some alarm.
"I know not," answered Black Eagle, and was silent.
"Perhaps he has taken her to Albany," rejoined the young man. "But you saw my father; how did he fare?"
"Well," answered Black Eagle; "quite well; and he gives thee to Otaitsa. The Blossom is thine."
"Then Edith is safe," said Walter, in a tone of relief, "and my father's mind must have been relieved about me, for he could not be well or seem well if either of his children were in danger."
"The redman feels as much as the white man," answered Black Eagle, "but he leaves tears and lamentations, sighs, and sad looks to women and to children. Where is the Night Hawk and the warriors who were with him?"
"They are on before," replied the youth; "we have not seen them, but their fires have been lighted here."