They would have to keep watch until midnight, or about an hour after moonrise, and then they would be relieved.
They were both walking together and talking, when one of them caught sight of a form approaching them; it did not come in a sneaking way but walked boldly toward them.
They soon distinguished the form of the White Wizard.
What could he want at this time of night?
The pale-face was soon up to them, and greatly to their surprise he stopped beside them and spoke.
“My red brothers seem to be on guard,” said he.
“The Wizard speaks with a straight tongue,” replied one of the Indians.
“What is in the lodge they guard?”
“The pale-face captive. Red Buffalo thinks that he will escape, so he put Red Pine and Snapping Fox on guard.”
“The pale-face can not escape when Red Pine and the Snapping Fox are on guard. He is as safe as if he was tied to the stake and the fagots piled up around him,” said Barry.