they were played by the unseen
hand.

Henry closed his eyes again and listened to the note of hope, sweeter
and more penetrating than ever. A great satisfaction suffused him, and
he did not open his eyes again. The dreamy state grew, and presently he
floated off again into a deep, restful slumber.

When Henry awoke the glade was flooded with brilliant sunlight. A warm
west wind was blowing and trees and grass were drying. Several of the
Wyandots were, like himself, just rising from sleep, but it was evident
that others had been up far before, because at the edge of the glade lay
a part of the body of a deer, recently killed and dressed. Other
Wyandots were broiling strips of the flesh on sharpened twigs over a
fire built in the center of the glade. The pleasant savor came to
Henry's nostrils, and he sat up. Just at that moment a Wyandot, who had
evidently been hunting, returned to the glade, carrying on his arm a
large bird with beautiful bronze feathers.

"Daightontah," said Timmendiquas.

"I suppose that word means turkey," said Henry, who, of course,
recognized the bird at once.

The chief nodded.

"Turkey is fine," said Henry, "but, as it won't be ready for some time,
would you mind giving me a few strips of Oughscanoto, which I think is
what you called it last night."

The young chief smiled.

"You learn fast," he said. "You make good Wyandot."

Henry seemed to see a significance in the tone and words, and he looked
sharply at White Lightning. A Spaniard, Francisco Alvarez, had tried to
tempt him once from his people, but the attempt was open and abrupt. The
approach of the chief was far different, gentle and delicate. Moreover,
he liked White Lightning, and, as Henry believed, the chief was much the
better man of the two. But here as before there was only one answer.

The chief nodded at one of the men, who handed the broiled strips, and
the boy ate, not with haste and greediness, but slowly and with dignity.
He saw that his conduct in the night and the storm had made an
impression upon his captors, and he meant to deepen it. He knew the
Indian and his modes of thought. All the ways of his life in the
northwestern tribe readily came back to him, and he did the things that
were of highest esteem in the Indian code.

Henry showed no anxiety of any kind. He looked about him contentedly, as
if place and situation alike pleased him more than any other in the
world. But this was merely an approving, not an