“Are there not more of them in the vicinity?” inquired Glenn.

“Yes—­quite a large party,” said Roughgrove; “but Raven said he did not wish to intimidate the whites by showing them, without first extending the hand of friendship himself.  They profess to entertain the kindest feeling towards us, and propose through their chiefs to traffic their furs and moccasins for such goods as we may be disposed to give them in return.”

“I do not see your oarsman, Posin,” remarked Glenn, the disclosure of Mary occurring to him—­and then accosted Mary herself, who now joined them with her eyes cast down in apparent bashfulness.

“His absence is a mystery to me,” replied the old ferryman, “though I do not attach the same importance to it that Mary does.”

“Father”—­uttered his daughter, and pausing in mingled timidity and dread, as if some undefinable forebodings of harm oppressed her.

“I’ll be shot if I understand all this to my liking,” said Sneak, staring at the great number of moccasin tracks that had been made round the enclosure, which truly indicated that more than the four chiefs present had been prowling there before daylight.

“Hush, Mr. Sneak!” said Joe; “they hear every word you say.”

“Jest let me alone a minute,” replied Sneak, getting down on his knees and examining the various foot-prints with great minuteness.  When he rose he made some signs to Boone, which the others did not comprehend.

At this juncture several other Indians were seen to approach from the valley above, where the party had encamped.  These painted visitors likewise came forward with sundry nods and gesticulations of friendship, at the same time exhibiting several furred articles of curious workmanship, and a few precious stones, as samples of what they wished to barter.  A short conference then ensued between them and the head chief, which terminated in a pressing invitation for the whites to accompany them to their encampment.

“You may all do as you like—­I shall stay here,” said Joe, stepping back towards the gate.

“You are a coward, Joe!” said Glenn; “you may remain, however, to prevent them from pilfering any thing while we are away,” and he turned towards the Indians for the purpose of accompanying them.

“Stay!” said Mary, in a distinct and startling tone.

“Why should we not go?  We are armed, and could as easily withstand an attack in their encampment as elsewhere.  If it be their determination to do us harm, their numbers will enable them to accomplish their purpose notwithstanding all the opposition we can offer,” said Glenn.

“There is no danger,” said Roughgrove, endeavouring to extricate his arm from the grasp of Mary, who strenuously held him back.

“I have a secret for thee, child,” said Boone, beckoning the trembling girl to him.

“Oh, what is it?  You will not let him—­I mean my father, go among them, will you? You know that Posin is away—­perhaps in some ambush —­”