lating further, he learned from Oonamoo that they were in the
vicinity of the ravine where Dernor and Edith had so narrowly escaped
the Indians, the latter fact of course being unknown to them. The Huron
added, that there was "much track" in the woods around them, and
O'Hara, thinking that perhaps his leader's might be among them,
proposed that they should make an examination of them. To this the
savage readily agreed, and the two moved forward through the wood for
that purpose.

In the course of a few minutes they reached the ravine, and the Indian,
pointing down into it, as they stood upon its bank, said:

"Full of tracks--many Injin pass there."

"Let us go down and take a look at them."

A few minutes later, they were following up the ravine, on a sort of
half-run, the Huron leading the way, and evincing, at nearly every
step, that remarkable quickness of sight and comprehension so
characteristic of his race. Suddenly he paused so abruptly that O'Hara
ran against him.

"What the deuce is the matter?" he asked, rubbing his nose.

"Look!"

Several dark drops of blood were visible on the ground which was also
torn up by the feet of the combatants. As the reader probably suspects,
this was the scene of the conflict between Dernor and the Miami Indian.

"See," said Oonamoo, walking slowly around, and pointing to the ground.
"Track of Injin--track of white man--tear up ground--fight--till Injin
killed. White man then run--see him tracks there, there, there," he
added, pointing further and further from him as he uttered each of the
last three words.

"But where's the gal?"

The Huron pointed to the spot where Edith had stood spell-bound while
the contest was going on. O'Hara, although a skillful backwoodsman, was
not equal to his savage companion; but he saw at once, from the dainty
impress of the earth, that he was correct in supposing that Edith had
stood there. They now resumed their pursuit, the hunter bringing all
his wood-craft into play, in order to keep up with his companion.

"I can't see her tracks to save my life," said the former, after they
had proceeded some distance.

"Him carry her," replied the savage, without the least hesitation.

"Hang me if you haven't got about as much brains as a person needs in
these parts," muttered O'Hara, admiringly, as he imitated the
monotonous trot of the savage. A moment later and he paused again.

"What's up now?" asked the hunter.

"Track gone."

"But I