Say not that, said Cahoonshee, it was God’s plan to save you. He gave instinct to the dog to smell you out. He gave growth and strength to the vine to pull you up. And to us the common instincts of humanity to save you.
But we must be going. We are not beyond danger yet. Let us return to the Shinglekill and make arrangements for the future.
And leave the Indians unburied? said Drake.
Yes, leave them as they would have left us—for the wild beasts to pick their bones. See, the vultures have already scented their carcases.
CAHOONSHEE AND HAWK EYE PLANNING THE DESTRUCTION OF THE SALAMANQUES.
The parties then wound their way down the rocks to the river, and from there down the north back to the cabin on the Shinglekill. Cahoonshee seemed to be down cast and despondent, sitting alone under the butternut trees, with his body bent forward and his head clasped in his hands. Drake watched him for some time, but was unable to discover his trouble, when the words he heard him speak at the Skull Rock came to his mind—
“We are not out of danger yet!”
What troubles Cahoonshee? Is it the danger you spoke of at the Skull Rock?