s,
an' ye don't want to fight 'less somebody pays ye. What a dam' corn
fiddle o' a man ye mus' be!"

Solomon was putting fresh provisions in his pack as he talked.

"All the Injuns o' Kinady an' the great grass lands may be snookin'
down through the bush. We're bound fer t' know what's a-goin' on out
thar. We're liable to be skeered, but also an' likewise we'll do some
skeerin' 'fore we give up--you hear to me."

Jack and Solomon set out in the bush that afternoon and before night
fell were up on the mountain slants north of the Glassy Water, as Lake
George was often called those days. But for Solomon's caution an evil
fate had perhaps come to them before their first sleep on the journey.
The new leaves were just out, but not quite full. The little maples
and beeches flung their sprays of vivid green foliage above the darker
shades of the witch hopple into the soft-lighted air of the great house
of the wood and filled it with a pleasant odor. A mile or so back,
Solomon had left the trail and cautioned Jack to keep close and step
softly. Soon the old scout stopped, and listened and put his ear to
the ground. He rose and beckoned to Jack and the two turned aside and
made their way stealthily up the slant of a ledge. In the edge of a
little thicket on a mossy rock shelf they sat down. Solomon looked
serious. There were deep furrows in the skin above his brow.

When he was excited in the bush he had the habit of swallowing and the
process made a small, creaky sound in his throat. This Jack observed
then and at other times. Solomon was peering down through the bushes
toward the west, now and then moving his head a little. Jack looked in
the same direction and presently saw a move in the bushes below, but
nothing more. After a few minutes Solomon turned and whispered:

"Four Injun braves jist went by. Mebbe they're scoutin' fer a big
band--mebbe not. If so, the crowd is up the trail. If they're comin'
by, it'll be 'fore dark. We'll stop in this 'ere tavern. They's a
cave on t'other side o' the ledge as big as a small house."

They watched until the sun had set. Then Solomon led Jack to the cave,
in which their packs were deposited.

From the cave's entrance they looked upon the undulating green roof of
the forest dipping down into a deep valley, cut by the smooth surface
of a broad river with mirrored shores, and lifting to the summit of a
distant mountain range. Its blue peaks rose into the glow