e to protect a white family flying to Wayne. Follow us. No news."
The message was dropped in the forest letter box, and the disguised scouts set out upon their errand of mercy and protection.
One behind the other, like the wily Indians whom they personated, they traversed the forest, now catching a glimpse of the starlit waters of the Maumee, and now wrapped in the gloom of impenetrable darkness.
Not a word was spoken. Now and then an ear was placed upon the earth to detect the approach of an enemy should any be lurking near their path. With the woodman's practiced care they gave forth no sound for listening savages, and with eager hopes continued to press on.
The tree, with its silent call for help, was soon left behind, and the scouts did not dream that the robber was near.
Not long after their departure from the spot, a figure halted at the tree, and a dark hand dropped into the letter box. With almost devilish eagerness the fingers closed upon the paper that lay at the b