Adventure and adventurers > Away in the wilderness, or, Life among the red Indians and fur-traders of North America

AWAY IN THE WILDERNESS.
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never slept so soundly but that he could be wakened
by the slightest unusual noise—slowly raised his
head and touched Jasper on the shoulder. The
hunter was too well trained to the dangers of the
wilderness to start up or speak. He uttered no
word, but took up his gun softly and looked in the
direction in which the Indian’s eyes gazed. A
small red spot in the ashes served to reveal a pair
of glaring eye-balls among the bushes.
“ A wolf,” whispered Jasper, cocking his gun.
“ No ; a man,” said Arrowhead.
At the sound of the click of the lock the object
in the bushes moved. Jasper leaped up in an in¬
stant, pointed his gun, and shouted sternly—
“ Stand fast and speak, or I fire !”
At the same moment Arrowhead kicked the logs
of the fire, and a bright flame leapt up, showing
that the owner of the pair of eyes was an Indian.
Seeing that he was discovered, and that if he turned
to run he would certainly be shot, the savage
came forward sulkily and sat down beside the fire.
Jasper asked him why he came there in that stealthy
manner like a sly fox. The Indian said he was
merely travelling by night, and had come on the
camp unexpectedly. Not knowing who was there,
he had come forward with caution.
Jasper was not satisfied with this reply. He
did not like the look of the man, and he felt sure
that he had seen him somewhere before, but his