"
"Oh, yes, that's so. I had forgotten that."
"It might be a good idea to tell him about it," suggested Tad,
glancing over at the Professor.
Professor Zepplin nodded his head.
"Eagle-eye, will you come here, please?" called Tad.
The Shawnee, who had been pottering about the camp-fire, strode over
to them with his almost noiseless tread, and squatted on the ground
near the breakfast table.
"There was somebody here last night, Eagle-eye," Tad informed him in
an impressive voice.
The Shawnee nodded.
"Of course, you not having been here, you knew nothing about it, but
to-night you'd better sleep with one eye open.
"Joe Hawk know," answered the Indian.
"Know what?" demanded the Professor sharply.
"Know Indian come last night," was the startling announcement.
"What's that? What's that, Eagle-eye? You mean yourself, I presume.
You mean you came back. But that is not the point--"
The Indian shook his head with emphasis.
"Other Indian come."
Tad nodded at his companions as if to say, "I told you so."
Then the Shawnee did know more than he had seen fit to tell them?
"Tell us about it, Eagle-eye."
"Joe Hawk find trail of canoe on river at sun-up," answered the Indian
tersely.
"A trail on the river?" demanded Stacy, suddenly breaking into
uproarious laughter, which died away in an indistinct gurgle when he
found the eyes of his companions fixed sternly upon him.
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