Sandy was waiting to spring something upon the young Shawanee brave. He had asked his father for the arrow which had been shot so as to drop directly on the roof of the Armstrong cabin. This he suddenly laid before Blue Jacket. "You, who can tell the different arrow-points, and the way of feathering the shaft, of every tribe along the Ohio, look at this, and say whose was the hand that drew the bow from which it came," Sandy went on to say. Blue Jacket looked gravely at the flint tip that was bound in the cleft of the straight shaft with strong fibres taken from some plant. There must have been signs that immediately informed him as to what tribe the party belonged who had made that arrow. (Note 7.) "Ugh! Delaware arrow, him," grunted Blue Jacket; and no one dreamed of disputing his simple assertion; indeed, Pat O'Mara was seen to wag his head in a satisfied way, as though that declaration exactly coincided with his own private opinion. "So, you see," remarked Sandy, with an air of triumph, turning on his brother, "I always said I believed it was an Indian who sent those queer messages; but why do you suppose he does it? The Delawares as a rule are not in love with the white settlers. When a colony is attacked there are generally Delawares among the reds who creep up to surprise the poor settlers. Why should a Delaware want to do us a good turn; tell me that, Bob?" "Well, now, I am just as much in the dark as you are," returned Bob; "unless that was a Delaware youth you rescued, Sandy, from that horrible quicksand late in the autumn on that day you went out hunting alone." "It might be," Sandy replied, looking thoughtful; "he never told me who he was; but held out his hand to me, and then disappeared in the bushes, from which fact I made up my mind that he must have been on a very important errand at the time he got trapped in that slough. A Delaware--well, perhaps he was. Seems to me he looked like the one who was caught hanging around here early last summer, and who was allowed to go, with a warning never to come back. But I suppose I never will know the truth." "But, it sames to me it's a mighty good thing to have sich a grand fri'nd always on the watch till warrn yees whin danger draws nigh," remarked the trapper. "Now, av I'd had the same, 'tis manny a bad time I might have been saved from goin' through wid, in me day. And marrk me worrd, this same party must have a bad falin' towards the Frinchmin; becase he sames to kape watch over them, so he do; plazed to upset anny plans they might be after makin'." Leaving the cabin in the charge of Mrs. Armstrong, Kate, and Sandy, the last of whom wished to have some of the home-made salve applied to his swollen ankle, the rest went out to watch the rising of the waters, and to compare notes with others among the anxious settlers, now in fear of having the little homes for which they had toiled so hard swept away with the flood.