The Tuscarora led his companion out of the Hut, within half an hour after they had been left alone together, in the room of Mr. Woods.  As this was subsequently to Joel’s flight, Nick, in anticipation of this event, chose to lie in ambush a short time, in order to ascertain whether the defection was likely to go any further.  Satisfied on this head, he quietly retired towards the mill.  After making a sufficient detour to avoid being seen from the house, Nick gave himself no trouble about getting into the woods, or of practising any of the expedients of a time of real danger, as had been done by all of the deserters; but he walked leisurely across the meadows, until he struck the highway, along which he proceeded forthwith to the rocks.  All this was done in a way that showed he felt himself at home, and that he had no apprehensions of falling into an ambush.  It might have arisen from his familiarity with the ground; or, it might have proceeded from the consciousness that he was approaching friends, instead of enemies.

At the rocks, however, Nick did not deem it wise to lead Mike any farther, without some preliminary caution.  The white man was concealed in one of the clefts, therefore, while the Indian pursued his way alone.  The latter was absent an hour; at the end of that time he returned, and, after giving Mike a great many cautions about silence and prudence, he led him to the cabin of the miller, in the buttery of which Robert Willoughby was confined.  To this buttery there was a window; but, as it was so small as to prevent escape, no sentinel had been placed on the outside of the building.  For his own comfort, too, and in order to possess his narrow lodgings to himself, the major had given a species of parole, by which he was bound to remain in duresse, until the rising of the next sun.  Owing to these two causes, Nick had been enabled to approach the window, and to hold communications with the prisoner.  This achieved, he returned to the rocks, and led Mike to the same spot.

Major Willoughby had not been able to write much, in consequence of the darkness.  That which he communicated, accordingly, had to pass through the fiery ordeal of the Irishman’s brains.  As a matter of course it did not come with particular lucidity, though Mike did succeed in making his auditors comprehend this much.

The major was substantially well treated, though intimations had been given that he would be considered as a spy.  Escape seemed next to impossible; still, he should not easily abandon the hope.  From all he had seen, the party was one of that irresponsible character that would render capitulation exceedingly hazardous, and he advised his father to hold out to the last.  In a military point of view, he considered his captors as contemptible, being without a head; though many of the men:—­the savages in particular—­appeared to be ferocious and reckless.  The whole party was guarded in discourse, and little was said in English, though he was convinced that many more whites were present than he had at first believed.  Mr. Woods he had not seen, nor did he know anything of his arrest or detention.