Then, if a spectator had been in the vicinity, would have been witnessed a
singular scene.
Soon after the heavy breathing of the white men told that they were in the
land of dreams, Sewatis rose to a sitting posture, listened intently,
although nothing could be heard save the cries of the night-birds and the
usual sounds of a forest when the mantle of darkness has fallen.
The Indian lay down again; but even as his head touched the fir he began
to slip softly toward the fire until his body was outside the shelter of
the lean-to. Then he rolled over and over until the bushes hid him
completely, and no sound came to tell of his whereabouts.
Ten minutes after he disappeared a face peered from amid the foliage, and
the odour of rum might have been detected upon the air.
The sleepers were suddenly awakened by a crashing amid the underbrush, and
as they leaped to their feet, awake and on the alert in an instant, Walter
cried,-
"Look out, there! don't shoot! One of those is Sewatis; but who is he
struggling with? "
At that moment the combatants rolled toward the fire in such a manner that
the faces of both could be seen, and Stephen cried,-
"It's Jim Albert! Look out for yourself, Walter; he has come here for
mischief!"
"And he seems to be getting about as much as he wants," Walter replied,
grimly, as he darted forward to assist Sewatis in case it should become
necessary.
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