stone tomahawk was raised in air. With his back to a big tree he stopped and faced them and gestured surrender.
They, too, stopped while still a few paces away, drawing apart that he might not slip past. The ugly one grinned wickedly and swung his tomahawk with ferocious menace.
“Why um Englishman run?” he asked.
“Why did you shoot at me?” demanded David sternly.
The other savage replied. “Um say um Wachoosett. What for tell um lie, brother?”
“I am Englishman, aye, but I come from Woosonametipom’s lodge. I am friend of Wachoosett, friend of Indians. I not know if you be my friend. So I say I’m Wachoosett. You see I no have weapon.”
“You come along me,” growled the cruel-faced Indian. “No run away. Me kill.”
“Where I go?” asked David.
“You no ask um question. You come along grand.”
The savage pointed back along the trail with his big tomahawk. After an instant’s indecision, David went. They put him ahead and followed close behind him. In such manner the three traversed a hundred rods of the trail. Then a hand on the boy’s arm
