SWIFT ARROW DISAPPEARS
"The paleface hunter, did my brother say? Is he the prisoner?" exclaimed Jamie, leaping to his feet, trembling with suppressed excitement.
"Hist! my brother forgets that an enemy is near!" said Young Eagle, raising his finger to request caution.
At this moment, after several cabalistic signs, Swift Arrow left the camp and quietly disappeared in the forest, and Jamie, expressing regret at permitting his feelings to gain the mastery over him at such a moment, resumed his seat on the ground.
"Whither away, Swift Arrow?" called Jack softly, as the Indian youth glided past him, but he either did not hear him, or heeded not his question.
"Swift Arrow has gone to the wigwams of the White Eagle, to say that his friend is in the hands of the Algonquins," said the Young Eagle, who had now assumed all the gravity and demeanour of an Iroquois chief.
"Phew! That means a journey of sixty miles at least. Rather a long step for a lad, who hunted all day yesterday and scouted all last night. When will he get there?"
"When the sun touches the tree-tops to-morrow White Eagle will know!" replied the young chief.
"Then he will come with all the warriors who are not away hunting, and fight the Algonquins?" asked Jamie.
"Ugh!" said the Indian, signifying yes.