"We have got along very well so far," said Jo, who, not having noticed the evidence of their pursuit, supposed their friend had merely paused to take his bearings. "Pretty well," assented the Mohawk, speaking in the lowest key and scanning the stream in every direction. "Do you think they know where we are?" continued the young scout. "Know we on river--they find us." Upon hearing these alarming words, Rosa Minturn straightened up and peered anxiously about, impelled thereto by the manner, more than the utterance, of the leader. "I think I hear the sound of another paddle," she said in a whisper, turning inquiringly to the Indian. "Yes, two boats on water; looking for us; maybe find us." "In which direction is this last one that Rosa noticed, and which I also hear?" asked Ned Clinton, in the same guarded tone. Lena-Wingo answered by pointing toward the shore a little above a spot opposite where they were lying in the stream. "Right there--he go 'bout--look for us." "Yes, and I see him, too!" added Rosa, the next instant. "There he come!" added the Mohawk, making the discovery at the same moment. "Stoop down, quick! must not see you! Put head low down, so can't see you--make no noise." His command was obeyed at once. The other canoe having approached near enough to be seen itself, was sure to discover the boat. The heads of Ned Clinton and of the brother and sister were instantly lowered, so that they could not be seen from the outside, and they waited with throbbing hearts for the issue. The occupants of the strange boat descried the Mohawk almost as soon as he saw them, and as he expected they headed straight toward him. The action of Lena-Wingo depended for success on its very boldness, and he went at it with as much coolness and self-possession as if failure was impossible. Lena-Wingo, being a Mohawk, was also an Iroquois, as much as if he were a member of the Oneida, Onondaga, Cayuga, or Seneca branch of the powerful confederation known as the Six Nations. His intention was to assume the character of a genuine enemy of the white race, and to answer whatever questions were put to him in a way to mislead their foes. Still, this trick had been played so often by him, that it required all the skill of which he was master. It was necessary also that he should not permit the strange canoe to come too near, else the deception would be detected. As the boat drew nigh, he kept up a slight movement of his paddle, which caused the craft to glide in a slanting direction from the other. "Where are the pale faces?" asked one of the four Iroquois who sat in the new boat, while the couple were separated by two or three rods. "How should Magawan know?" asked the Mohawk in return, in a surly voice, as if angry that the question was put to him. "The warriors on the land are squaws, and they do not know how to look for the traitor and the pale faces. They have let them go again."