"You and I, Simon, have tramped the woods long enough to know that we must take things as we find them. It's a hundred times better that we should leave the horses than to imperil our lives by keeping them with us." "The man as would deny them sentiments is a fool, but we hain't got to that p'int yet." "I notice that the ground is much more difficult to get over than where we turned out to avoid the swamp. Both the horses fell once or twice with their loads, and I had almost reached the conclusion that we would have to turn back or abandon them. They are the only animals I own, and their loss would be a serious one, but it won't do to stop at that." While this fragmentary conversation was going on, Arqu-wao, or Red Crow, held his position as motionless as before, and seemingly occupied with something among the trees, invisible to the rest. The boys noticed that he assumed his old attitude, which had caused them so much uneasiness before. But, inasmuch as there could be no misgiving now as to his intentions, they were certain that their former suspicions were unjust. When he surrendered to them in the early light of that breaking morning, he did so unreservedly, and had done his best to serve them. It was a great comfort to know this, but how much greater it would have been had they known it from the first. He showed a quicker perception than any of his companions suspected, for he understood the doubt in the mind of the ranger and the settler concerning the horses. Turning about, he said: "Arqu-wao show way to settlement." "But we know the way ourselves," said Mr. Edwards, kindly. "Show way for hosses." "You mean by the trail yonder; we have come over that, but the Shawanoes are on the watch, and we dare not follow it." "Arqu-wao show way for hosses--Shaw'noe don't know--get dere quick--Snaw'noe don't see." The pioneer turned to the scout. "He means to say that he knows of a route to the settlement different from the regular trail, over which we can take the animals in safety." "That's what the varmint is drivin' at." "What do you think of it, Simon?" The scout significantly touched his forehead and shook his head. "I know that, but he has done well so far. He lives by himself in the woods, and must be more familiar with it than any of his people. I'm inclined to believe there is something in what he says." "I haven't much faith in a chap whose brain is twisted hind side afore, but I don't know as it will do any harm to try it; leastways we've stood here longer than we oughter." CHAPTER XXXI. THE NEW ROUTE.