Suddenly they halted and placed their prisoners in the van.
This was upon the suggestion of Mossuit, who knew that loaded rifles lay within Clearwater’s reach, and that, if strong enough, she would drop the first red-man who showed his face in the cave. Therefore, he shielded himself and braves with those whom she would not slay.
This piece of strategy was successful, for, as Ahdeek came in sight of Clearwater, he saw a rifle drop from her fingers, and she sprung half erect with a low cry of mingled pain and terror.
Had the savages been in the advance, one or two would have fallen.
The Indians were delighted with the success of their plans.
“Clearwater go to woods,” said Mossuit, turning suddenly upon Ahdeek, whom they had permitted to kneel beside the couch. “Oagla trails the forest for the traitress, and Mossuit might cross his trail before the light comes.”
Ahdeek sprung to his feet with a look of resentment.
“Clearwater is still as weak as the young squirrel,” he said. “She can not walk a step.”
“Then she crawl. She must go into the woods with Mossuit. We can not tarry here. Mossuit has a prisoner in the woods, and he would see him now.”
Silver Rifle’s heart leaped for joy.