und, but the Surveyor-General lay
motionless, with closed eyes. Stooping, he took up the object, which
proved to be a richly inlaid musket with flask and pouch. He paused
again, but no sign coming from the quietly breathing form on the grass
he lightly and silently left it and the tiny encampment and entered the
forest, where he found a dark figure leaning against a tree, waiting for
him. Without a word it moved forward into the dense shadow of the
forest, and in the same silence he followed it. They were now in thick
woods, moving beneath interlocking branches and a vast canopy of wild
grape that, stretching from the summit of one lofty tree to that of
another, formed a green and undulating roof upon which beat the
moonbeams that could not penetrate the close darkness of the world
below. They came to a small and sluggish stream, flowing without noise
between the towering trees, and stepping into the water, walked up it
for a long while with giant blacknesses on either hand and above them
the moon.

All this time the figure had stalked along before Landless without
speaking or turning its head, but now, the trees thinning, and they
coming upon a field of wild flax that lay fair and white beneath the
moon, it quitted the lazy stream, and turning upon Landless as he too
stepped upon the bank, showed him the bronze countenance and the
gigantic form of the Susquehannock to whom he had once done a kindness,
and with whom he had fought on such a night as this, in such a moonlight
space.

"Monakatocka, I thought it had been you," said Landless quietly.

With the never failing "Ugh!" the Indian took Landless's hand and with
it touched his own dark shoulder.

"I too am grateful, and with far more reason," said Landless smiling. "I
will be yet more so if you will bring me out upon the bank of the river
at some distance above yonder encampment."

"What will my brother do then?"

"I will go up the river."

"After the canoes in which sit the palefaces from whom my brother
flees?"

"After the canoe which those canoes pursue."

"If my brother wishes to take the warpath against the Algonquin dogs,"
said the Indian quietly, "he must not follow the Pamunkey, but the
Powhatan."

"They passed this village yesterday, going up the Pamunkey!" cried
Landless.

"A false trail. Let my brother come a little further and I will show
him."

He stepped in front of the white man, and moving rapidly across the
field of flax, dived int