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If your conjuror is not with his friends in the morning, my young men
shall look for him. Your ears are open. Enough."
The trapper was not sorry to find that so long a respite was granted.
He had before found reason to believe, that the Teton partisan was one
of those bold spirits, who overstep the limits which use and education
fix to the opinions of man, in every state of society, and he now saw
plainly that he must adopt some artifice to deceive him, different
from that which had succeeded so well with his followers. The sudden
appearance of the rock, however, which hove up, a bleak and ragged
mass, out of the darkness ahead, put an end for the present to the
discourse, Mahtoree giving all his thoughts to the execution of his
designs on the rest of the squatter's movables. A murmur ran through
the band, as each dark warrior caught a glimpse of the desired haven,
after which the nicest ear might have listened in vain, to catch a
sound louder than the rustling of feet among the tall grass of the
prairie.


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