He sat us by the bole of a great tree some twenty feet from the vehicle. In the glow of the firelight I saw the dark shadowy forms of Indians moving about. A group of them were waiting down by the shore. A fat Dutchman was with them, round as a barrel in his leather jerkin and pantaloons. He jabbered excitedly in English. "Did I not tell you, Wolf Turber? I've done it--such a treasure! Come here, vrouw!" His wife stood beside a tree. "This is the great Turber, woman. Do we go with you now, Wolf Turber?" "Yes." "Glad I am to get out of here. The blow-hard Stuyvesant meets his match tomorrow. Did you know that? The English are coming." "Yes," said Turber. He turned toward the shore. The Dutchman followed him. "Our boat is here. Unload your things, woman. Carry them up--get them in this airship. We're going to a better world, good wife." His voice was lost as they moved away. * * * * * Nanette sat beside me, silent, motionless. But I knew that she was alert--waiting for what I might command her to do. I whispered: "Not yet. The Indian is here, close. I don't see Josefa. But I'm watching for a chance to get away." The pressure of her hand answered me. Brave little Nanette! The Indian seemed never to take his eyes from us. The automatic was ready in his hand; I could not have made a move. Where was Josefa? If she could distract this Indian even for a moment-- Five minutes passed. Ten minutes. My mind strayed to Alan. Was he dead? In reality, Alan and the tower were at this instant materializing in the forest no more than a mile away. Out in the river a long Indian war canoe appeared. It was heading for the cove. Its paddles gleamed rhythmically in the starlight. It landed. I saw that it was piled with moldy chests. The Indians began carrying them to the aero. The Dutchman and his wife struggled back and forth with their household effects. Turber and Jonas were giving commands. Then I saw Josefa! She was down by the shore. She spoke to Turber. I saw him reach into a broken chest and haul forth a huge jeweled bangle. He tossed it to her and moved away. She came toward us. I did not move. She stood by Bluntnose. "Look what the Wolf gave me. What jewels we have now. This pleases me more than all Turber's platinum and golden wealth." She was standing in front of Bluntnose, blocking his sight of us. He pushed her away. I cursed myself. Had my chance come and gone? But it had only been an instant. He would have shot at Nanette and me before we had gone ten feet. I caught the woman's significant glance. She was trying to make my opportunity. Nanette felt me stir. Nanette knew that the moment had almost come. Josefa said: "Turber wants you, Bluntnose--there is a chest that fell in the water. These fool Indians--not Mohican like you, are they, Bluntnose? Not one of them will dive, even for jewels."