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32 RED BELT, THE TUSCARORA. place a considerable distance between his heels and the river; and his face was still pointed west. Roydon Howe knew well enough the destination of the party; he knew this, as soon as they had entered the woods on the west bank of the Ohio, and had taken their course. He had followed the same track more than once, and on dan- gerous duty, too. He was well aware that the party was heading for the Indian villages on the Scioto, and he shud- dered as he thought of the future. The party had now reached the foot of a tall steep moun- tain. The forest was dense and almost impassable ; and now, at least fifteen miles lay between them and the river. They halted and set about preparing the morning meal. They had chosen a place near a spring, and dry fagots were around them in abundance. Very soon a fire was crackling in the dense wood, and in a few moments the plain but substantial meal was prepared. Wild Hawk directed the other Indians to remove the gage from the prisoner’s mouth, and to unbind his arms, so as to give him the use of one hand. Roydon Howe uttered an ex- clamation of relief, and shot a look of gratitude toward the chief. The young man was bountifully supplied with food. Then the meal was finished, and the tall Indian having with his own hand bound the prisoner securely to a tree, yet not 80 as to interfere with his movements, wrapped himself in his blanket and laid down. The other two did the same, Roydon Howe was iIcft alone; for his captors were soon asleep. An hour passed, when one of the men suddenly turned over in his sleep, so that the sun shone full in his face, ° That face was turned toward the prisoner. The young man started violently, and then controlling himself as well as he could, muttered ; “Tig he! The villain! the black-hearted wretch, who so basely—" At that moment the man opened his eyes and glanced at the other. He s!iook his clenched band threateningly, and was about to turn over, when Roydon Howe, in a low, hissing voice, said : “Again we mect, scoundrel and coward! Oh, God! that my hands are bound! But the day vill come, when—” “Enongh, boy! Don’t talk to me!” interrupted the other, ° > comicbooks.co war - ; > — es ~~ ~_-. . 2