doing us any good, why, we do not exactly expect that.
We took care of you, as we should take care of any one who happened to
be in distress and wanted assistance, whether a Paleface or a Redskin."

Winnemak now went round among us, shaking each person by the hand. When
he came to Clarice he stopped, and spoke to her for some time,--
although, of course, she could not understand a word he said.

Uncle Jeff, who was near, made out that he was telling her he had a
daughter of her age, and that he should very much like to make them
known to each other. "My child is called Maysotta, the `White Lily;'
though, when she sees you, she will say that that name ought to be
yours," he added.

Clarice asked Uncle Jeff to tell Winnemak that she should be very glad
to become acquainted with Maysotta whenever he could bring her to the
farm.

Uncle Jeff was so pleased with the Indian, that he made him a present of
a rifle and a stock of ammunition; telling him that he was sure he would
ever be ready to use it in the service of his friends.

Winnemak's gratitude knew no bounds, and he expressed himself far more
warmly than Indians are accustomed to do. Then bidding us farewell, he
took his way to the north-east.

"I know these Indians pretty well," observed Bartle, as Winnemak
disappeared in the distance. "We may see his face again when he wants
powder and shot, but he will not trouble himself to come back until
then."

We had begun to fancy that Bartle was right, for many months went by and
we saw nothing of our Indian friend. Our surprise, therefore, was
great, when he made his appearance in the manner I have described in an
earlier portion of the chapter.

CHAPTER TWO.

WINNEMAK WARNS US OF THE APPROACH OF INDIANS--BARTLE GOES OUT TO SCOUT--
NO SIGNS OF A FOE--I TAKE THE LIEUTENANT TO VISIT "ROARING WATER"--
BARTLE REPORTS THAT THE ENEMY HAVE TURNED BACK--THE LIEUTENANT DELAYED
BY THE SERGEANT'S ILLNESS--THE VISIT TO THE HUT--A TIPSY TROOPER--KLITZ
AND GILLOOLY MISSING--THE LIEUTENANT BECOMES WORSE--SEARCH FOR THE
MISSING MEN--I OFFER TO ACT AS GUIDE TO THE LIEUTENANT--BARTLE
UNDERTAKES TO FIND OUT WHAT HAS BECOME OF KLITZ AND BARNEY.

"Glad to see you, friend!" said Uncle Jeff, getting up and taking the
Indian by the hand. "What brings you here?"

"To prove that Winnemak has not forgotten the kindness shown him by the
Palefaces," was the answer. "He has come to warn his friends, who sleep
in security, that th