They arose at two o'clock in the morning to continue their journey. When they reached Murdering Town, they fell in with an Indian who called Mr. Gist by name.
"I saw you at Venango," said the Indian.
Then Mr. Gist recognized him as an Indian whom he saw at Joncaire's in Venango, when they were on their journey to the French fort, which fact made him somewhat suspicious of the redskin.
"I am glad to see you," insisted the Indian. "How does it happen that you are traveling on foot in this direction?"
"Our business requires it," was Gist's short reply.
"When did you leave Venango?" the Indian continued.
Mr. Gist informed him.
"Where did you leave your horses and the rest of your party?"
Mr. Gist answered evasively.