“I will see,” said Earth, and turning to the Prophet, he said, “Father, thou art great in wisdom, and the Manito tells thee the secrets of the world. Wilt thou make glad our hearts, by showing us the path along which the bad Ingens have travelled? The long rifle will thank thee, and say, the Prophet is the friend of white men.” Pleased by these remarks, the Prophet with more gentleness in his manner than he had before manifested, said, “We are sorry our brother said that bad Indians were in our camp. It made our heart heavy to hear it. We have nothing to do with bad men. We are very sorry for what has happened, we are grieved for the young woman, and would show her to our brothers if we could. Our eyes are opened by what our brother has told us, and we will tell him what we think. It was last evening that the Prophet was alone in his tent, praying to the Great Spirit to tell him what to do, that he might make his red children happy, when afar off he saw red men crossing the prairie. He thought they were hunting, and was surprised that they did not come to see him. The Prophet thinks they were the bad men, and they feared to come.” “The Prophet is good, he will show their path to the hunters,” said Earth. “The long rifle,” answered the Prophet, “follows the game in the woods. He can find the tracks of the bad men. A runner from the Wabash came yesterday to see the Prophet. He said that bad red men were gathering together, and that the pale faces were trembling. We like not these things, and sent our brother Tecumseh to make them hunt the deer far away from the border. The Prophet thinks the bad men have gone there.” “The Prophet is good,” said Earth, “he is the friend of the long rifles;” then turning to Rolfe, he told him of all he had learned. “Then let us leave,” said Rolfe, “I shall breathe more freely, and we can resolve what to do, when we get out of sight of these grim and statue-like faces.” Earth then turning to the Prophet, said, “The long rifles wish peace to the Prophet, and will return to their wigwams.” “They will go,” he replied, “after they have broken our bread, and smoked with us the pipe of peace.” He then motioned his hand, and with its wave the warriors disappeared, and a few moments after, an Indian girl approached with a rude breakfast, though composed of the choicest game of the prairie; and the hunters having partaken of it, since to have refused would have been regarded as an insult, smoked with the Prophet, and bidding him adieu, received many kind wishes. They were then conducted without his tent, and left to shape their course as inclination might suggest. Having gotten clear of his camp, Rolfe said, “well, Earth, come, tell us what is best to be done.” “Why, make tracks for the settlements as fast as we can.” “And leave the poor girl to her fate?”