How he could tell the difference between one smoke and another the lads could never make out, for he seemed unable to explain it to them; but that he did know, and could often tell something of the people who fed the fire by the tell-tale column of smoke, they never doubted.
Once, as the White Eagle looked long and keenly at a very faint column of blue smoke, about half-a-mile inland, Jamie thought that for an instant he could trace a somewhat puzzled and anxious look clouding the face of the chief; but it passed as quickly as it came, and the faintest promise of a smile spread over his countenance, as though the smoke recalled pleasant memories.
"Is that Iroquois smoke, too, chief?" he asked.
"No Iroquois smoke this time," he replied
"Can it be an enemy, then?"
"No enemy."
"Then who can he be who has lit that fire?"
"Paleface!" ejaculated the chief.
CHAPTER X
A LONELY FRONTIERSMAN