"But where is the child?" asked the captain; and again they searched the cabin. The closet was peered into to its topmost shelf; a few boxes that had been left, emptied of their contents; even the bed on which Charlie lay was minutely examined, and the improbable supposition that the walls of the cellar might conceal him was renounced, as the soldiers struck the butts of their guns against the stones. "Is it possible," asked the captain of Long Hair,--for he had learned to rely much on his sagacity,--"that Bub could escape from the house?" Long Hair shook his head, saying,-- "No trail; Bub no go." "May it plase your honor," said the Irish private, O'Connor, touching his cap to the captain, "I belave, on me sowl, that it's the ghost of the brave lad that shot the guns. The likes of him, sir, would be afther defendin' the cabin if 'twas only out of respect to the onburied bodies of the women and the childers that has been murthured by the hathen savages--bad luck to 'em!" "Long Hair," said the captain, smiling at the superstition of the warm-hearted Hibernian, "I've a mind, while the men are taking their rations on the grass, to leave you to clear up this mystery; I believe, if any one can find it out, you can." The men, having fallen into line, stacked their guns, and Long Hair was left alone with Charlie. He stood for a moment looking at the quiet form of the boy; and the workings of his usually stolid face showed the affection which he felt for him. He then carefully looked about the room, then went quietly out, and passed around the cabin, critically examining the ground as he walked. He soon returned, and made directly for the cellar, gliding noiselessly in his moccasins down the stairs. In the dim light he carefully went over the cellar bottom. Taking up some of the litter with which it was covered, he gently scraped the fresh sand away until he came to litter again. Patiently and carefully then he removed the top litter from a wide space, noticing from which direction the sand had been thrown, and in a moment he was standing where the heap had been, which Charlie and Bub had shovelled away. Stooping down now, he saw where the earth had been fretted by the stone as it had been pulled out and in; then he placed his ear to the ground, and listened intently; instantly he glided from the cellar, and stood with folded arms before Captain Manly. "Well, what luck?" asked the captain. "Long Hair find pappoose." There was a general excitement at this, and a number arose, as if eager to follow the captain and the Indian; but Long Hair stirred not, saying, angrily,-- "Too much sojer; scare pappoose." "That is sensible," said the captain; "you and I will go alone, Long Hair." The Indian led him at once to the place in the wall where Bub was concealed. "Pappoose in dere," said the Indian, pointing to the stone. "Take stone out."