Dane seized it and examined it most carefully, while his heart gave a great bound.
"It is a piece of Jean's dress!" he exclaimed. "I would know it among a thousand. Where did you find it?"
"On dat," and the Indian laid his hand upon a sharp-pointed prong which jutted out from the great root of a fallen tree. "White woman carried off, eh?"
"It seems like it, Pete. Her dress must have caught on that snag.
Have you found anything else?"
"A-ha-ha. Injun track, see," and he pointed to the ground just in front of him.
Dane stooped and without much difficulty he was able to discern the imprint of a moccasined-foot where it had pressed a small mound of sand. He straightened himself up and looked around.
"Any more such tracks, Pete?"
"A-ha-ha, down on shore. Canoe come dere. Injun carry off white woman, eh?"
"There is no doubt about it. And we've got to find her. Are you ready to help me?"
"A-ha-ha, Pete ready. Pete get canoe, eh?"