cult to say which evinced the most satisfaction, when
Mabel sprang to her feet and appeared in the centre of the room, our
heroine, on finding that her visitor was the wife of Arrowhead, and
not Arrowhead himself, or June, at discovering that her advice had
been followed, and that the blockhouse contained the person she had so
anxiously and almost hopelessly sought. They embraced each other, and
the unsophisticated Tuscarora woman laughed in her sweet accents as she
held her friend at arm's length, and made certain of her presence.

"Blockhouse good," said the young Indian; "got no scalp."

"It is indeed good, June," Mabel answered, with a shudder, veiling her
eyes at the same time, as if to shut out a view of the horrors she had
so lately witnessed. "Tell me, for God's sake, if you know what has
become of my dear uncle! I have looked in all directions without being
able to see him."

"No here in blockhouse?" June asked, with some curiosity.

"Indeed he is not: I am quite alone in this place; Jennie, the woman who
was with me, having rushed out to join her husband, and perishing for
her imprudence."

"June know, June see; very bad, Arrowhead no feel for any wife; no feel
for his own."

"Ah, June, your life, at least, is safe!"

"Don't know; Arrowhead kill me, if he know all."

"God bless and protect you, June! He _will_ bless and protect you for
this humanity. Tell me what is to be done, and if my poor uncle is still
living?"

"Don't know. Saltwater has boat; maybe he go on river."

"The boat is still on the shore, but neither my uncle nor the
Quartermaster is anywhere to be seen."

"No kill, or June would see. Hide away! Red man hide; no shame for
pale-face."

"It is not the shame that I fear for them, but the opportunity. Your
attack was awfully sudden, June!"

"Tuscarora!" returned the other, smiling with exultation at the
dexterity of her husband. "Arrowhead great warrior!"

"You are too good and gentle for this sort of life, June; you cannot be
happy in such scenes?"

June's countenance grew clouded, and Mabel fancied there was some of the
savage fire of a chief in her frown as she answered,--

"Yengeese too greedy, take away all hunting-grounds; chase Six Nation
from morning to night; wicked king, wicked people. Pale-face very bad."

Mabel knew that, even in that distant day, there was much truth in this
opinion, though she was too well instructed not to understand that the
monarch, in this,