wholly awake now. Every faculty in him was alive, and he pierced
through the Shawnee disguise. He knew who it was. He knew who
had come to save him, and he sprang to his feet, exclaiming the
one word:

"Henry!"

The hands of the comrades met in the clasp of friendship which
only many dangers endured together can give.

"How did you get here?" asked the shiftless one in a whisper.

"I met an Indian in the forest," replied Henry, "and well I am
now he."

Shif'less Sol laughed under his breath.

"I see," said he, "but how did you get through the camp? It's a
big one, and the Iroquois are watchful. Timmendiquas is here,
too, with his Wyandots."

"They are having a great feast," replied Henry, "and I could go
about almost unnoticed. Where are the others, Sol?"

"In the cabins close by."

"Then we'll get out of this place. Quick! Tie up your hair! In
the darkness you can easily pass for an Indian."

The shiftless one drew his hair into a scalp lock, and the two