Young Somerville turned upon the intruder with a low cry, and threw the gory blade aloft to descend upon a search for another heart, when a strange laugh greeted his ears, and he heard his forest appellation—Young Hunter—spoken in a tone which he had heard before.
Instantly the knife dropped to his side, and he found himself face to face with Nehonesto!
CHAPTER IX.
THE FOES AT BAY.
“Hist, Young Hunter!”
These words dropped in cautious tones from Nehonesto’s lips a moment after his recognition by the young scout.
Bob Somerville listened, and heard the panther-like tread of an Indian. Suddenly the Ojibwa touched his shoulder, and together they crouched to the ground.
“’Tis Nogawa,” whispered the scout.
“Nogawa?” returned Nehonesto, interrogatively. “Nehonesto has seen him among the lodges of the Ojibwas. Why comes he here?”
“He belongs to the Bloodhound’s party,” said Somerville, and then, in a few words, he told the giant savage how the creole sought for Nogawa when he (the scout) sprung upon him.