They camped the second night of their march on a little peninsula
at the confluence of two creeks, with the deep woods everywhere.
Henry judged that they were well within the western range of the
Six Nations, and they cooked their deer meat over a smothered
fire, nothing more than a few coals among the leaves. When
supper was over they arranged soft places for themselves and
their blankets, all except Long Jim, whose turn it was to scout
among the woods for a possible foe.
"Don't be gone long, Jim," said Henry as he composed himself in a
comfortable position. "A circle of a half mile about us will
do."
"I'll not be gone more'n an hour," said Long Jim, picking up his
rifle confidently, and flitting away among the woods.
" Not likely he'll see anything," said Shif'less Sol, but I'd
shorely like to know what White Lightning is about. He must be
terrible stirred up by them beatin's he got down on the Ohio, an'
they say that Mohawk, Thayendanegea is a whoppin' big chief, too.
They'll shorely make a heap of trouble."
"But both of them are far from here just now," said Henry, "and
we won't bother about either."
He was lying on some leaves at the foot of a tree with his arm
under his head and his blanket over his body.
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