hem a couple of persons, who were
brought up and placed near the fire. Wenlock at once recognised the
features of Ford, while in the other man he discovered one of the seamen
of the _Amity_, who had been connected with Ford's plot to burn the
ship. They were both in an exhausted state; indeed, it seemed to
Wenlock that Ford especially could scarcely recover. He at once
suspected that they had been by some means lost in the forest, and were
suffering from exhaustion, as he had been. The Indian chief, taking
upon himself the office of doctor, poured some water down their throats,
and then gave them a small quantity of food. Both somewhat revived.
The seaman, indeed, in a short time was able to sit up. To Wenlock's
questions, however, as to how he had come into that condition, he would
make no reply, except saying, while he pointed to his companion--

"He took me; he will tell you all about it. I came as his servant, and
a pretty mess he led me into."

Wenlock then begged that Ford might be placed on the couch he had
occupied, feeling sure that perfect rest was what he most of all now
required. He explained to the chief, also, that a little food at a time
was more likely to restore him than a large quantity taken at once. The
two men were accordingly carried into the wigwam, while some of the
Indians brought in a further supply of leaves and mats, to make a bed
for Wenlock. The chief then signified to him that three squaws would
sit up and prepare food, that he might give it to his countrymen as he
thought fit. Night was drawing on, when the loud barking of dogs
announced that some stranger was approaching the camp.

"Hallo! I am glad I have found some living men at last," exclaimed a
voice which Wenlock thought sounded very like that of old Rullock. "I
pray thee, friends, call in your beasts, or maybe they will be taking a
mouthful out of my legs, seeing that there is but little covering to
them--thanks to the bushes. Hallo! I say, friends, red men!"

The Indians, who had lain down in their wigwams, now got up, and hurried
forth to meet the newcomer, followed by Wenlock, who had no longer any
doubt as to who he was. A torch, lighted at one of the fires, which
were not yet extinguished, was carried by one of the Indians, who at the
same time, called in the dogs. Its light fell on Wenlock's countenance.
The old man started.

"Hurrah!" he exclaimed. "Verily, I am truly glad to see thee alive and
well,