"Ah, ah!" said Valentine; "In that case we will halt."
The hunters dismounted, and concealed themselves in the shrubs; the utmost silence prevailed on the riverbank.
"Hum!" Valentine muttered; "I believe the bird has flown."
"We shall soon know," Eagle-wing replied.
Then, with that prudence characteristic of the men of his race, he stepped cautiously from tree to tree, and soon disappeared from his comrades' sight.
The latter awaited him motionless, and with their eyes fixed on the spot where he had vanished, as it were. They had long to wait, but at the end of an hour a slight rustling was audible in the shrubs, and the Indian rose before them. It was easy to see that he had emerged from the water, for his clothes were dripping.
"Well?" said Valentine.
"Gone!"
"All?"
"All."