“Why he do so?” asked Peter.  “He ’fraid of bee, eh?”

“He waits for me to come up,” answered le Bourdon.  “Let my brother and two other chiefs come with me, and let the rest stay here.  Bees do not like crowds.  Corporal, I put Margery in your keeping, and Parson Amen will be near you.  I now go to show these chiefs what a bee can tell a man.”

Thus saying, le Bourdon advanced, followed by Peter, Bear’s Meat, and Crowsfeather.  Our hero had made up his mind that something more than bees were to be found in the thicket; for, the place being a little marshy, bushes as well as trees were growing on it, and he fully expected a rencontre with bears, the creatures most disposed to prey on the labors of the bee—­man excepted.  Being well armed, and accompanied by men accustomed to such struggles, he had no apprehensions, and led the way boldly, feeling the necessity of manifesting perfect confidence in all his own acts, in order to command the respect of the observers.  As soon as the bee-hunter passed the dog, the latter growled, showed his teeth fiercely, and followed, keeping closely at his side.  The confidence and alacrity with which le Bourdon moved into the thicket, compelled his companions to be on the alert; though the first broke through the belt of hazels which enclosed the more open area within, a few instants before the Indians reached the place.  Then it was that there arose such a yell, such screechings and cries, as reached far over the prairie, and might have appalled the stoutest heart.  The picture that was soon offered to the eye was not less terrific than the sounds which assailed the ear.  Hundreds of savages, in their war-paint, armed, and in a crowded maze, arose as it might be by one effort, seemingly out of the earth, and began to leap and play their antics amid the trees.  The sudden spectacle of a crowd of such beings, nearly naked, frightfully painted, and tossing their arms here and there, while each yelled like a demon, was enough to overcome the nerves of a very resolute man.  But le Bourdon was prepared for a conflict and even felt relieved rather than alarmed, when he saw the savages.  His ready mind at once conceived the truth.  This band belonged to the chiefs, and composed the whole, or a principal part of the force which he knew they must have outlying somewhere on the prairies, or in the openings.  He had sufficiently understood the hints of Pigeonswing to be prepared for such a meeting, and at no time, of late, had he approached a cover, without remembering the possibility of its containing Indians.

Instead of betraying alarm, therefore, when this cloud of phantom-like beings rose before his eyes, le Bourdon stood firm, merely turning toward the chiefs behind him, to ascertain if they were taken by surprise, as well as himself.  It was apparent that they were; for, understanding that a medicine-ceremony was to take place on the prairie, these young men had preceded the party from the hut, and had, ununknown to all the chiefs, got possession of this copse, as the best available cover, whence to make their observations on what was going on.