Now, Professor Grimcke was too experienced an explorer to walk directly into danger, where there was no prospect of avoiding a desperate encounter.  While eager to make friends with all the people whom he met, he did not intend to assume any unnecessary risks.  The demeanor of the natives tendered it certain they were hostile.  They made no responsive signs to those of the white man, and the latter would have checked himself half way, but for his suspicion that they were mystified by his conduct and were undecided as to the precise thing to do.

He not only heard their peculiar rumbling voices, but saw from the movements of their lips and their glances in each other’s faces, that they were consulting as to what they should do.  The white man was already so close that he could easily be reached by the bowman, and there was little doubt that either of the others could hurl his poisoned javelin the intervening distance.

The only way of defeating such a movement was for the white man to secure “the drop” on them, but, in one sense that was impossible.  Unable to understand the words spoken, they were equally unacquainted with the weapons of the pale face, and would, doubtless pay no heed to the most threatening demonstration on his part.

“Take my advice and come back,” called Jared Long; “keep your face toward them and blaze away, and I’ll do my part!”

Instead of adopting the suggestion of his friend, the Professor slowed his pace, still making his gestures of good will.  However, when fifty steps away, he came to a dead halt.

He had advanced three-fourths the distance, and, if the others were willing to accept his offers, they should signify it by coming forward and meeting him where he had stopped.

While moving forward in this guarded manner, Grimcke was prudent enough to edge over toward the woods, which were now so close to his right side as to be instantly available.  When he came to a stop also it was near the trunk of a large tree, no more than a yard distant.

“The Professor is cunning,” reflected Jared Long, watching every movement; “he’ll whisk behind the tree the instant one of them makes a move.  Helloa! what’s up now?”

To the astonishment of both white men the native with the bow shifted it at this moment to his right hand, holding the arrow in place against the string with the same hand, while the weapon was at his side.  Then he moved a step or two, as if to meet the stranger.

“Look out!” called the vigilant New Englander, “that chap is up to some deviltry.”

He did not refer to him with the bow and arrow, but to one of the others, who stealthily turned aside and vanished among the trees.  Being in the Professor’s line of vision the latter observed the suspicious movement, and it cannot be said that it added to his comfort.

Meanwhile the archer advanced, but with such tardy step that it was evident he was timing his pace to that of his comrade who had so stealthily entered the wood.  Convinced that his real peril lay among those trees, Grimcke began a backward movement with such caution that he hoped it would not be noticed by the native who was approaching with a sluggish pace.