CHAPTER XXII. 

Spectre though I be, I am not sent to scare thee or deceive; But in reward of thy fidelity. WORDSWORTH. 

It would be difficult to say which evinced the most satisfaction, when Mabel sprang to her feet and appeared in the centre of the room, our heroine, on finding that her visitor was the wife of Arrowhead, and not Arrowhead himself, or June, at discovering that her advice had been followed, and that the blockhouse contained the person she had so anxiously and almost hopelessly sought. They embraced each other, and the unsophisticated Tuscarora woman laughed in her sweet accents as she held her friend at arm's length, and made certain of her presence. 

"Blockhouse good," said the young Indian; "got no scalp." 

"It is indeed good, June," Mabel answered, with a shudder, veiling her eyes at the same time, as if to shut out a view of the horrors she had so lately witnessed. "Tell me, for God's sake, if you know what has become of my dear uncle! I have looked in all directions without being able to see him." 

"No here in blockhouse?" June asked, with some curiosity. 

"Indeed he is not: I am quite alone in this place; Jennie, the woman who was with me, having rushed out to join her husband, and perishing for her imprudence." 

"June know, June see; very bad, Arrowhead no feel for any wife; no feel for his own." 

"Ah, June, your life, at least, is safe!" 

"Don't know; Arrowhead kill me, if he know all." 
Who actually came?
the wife of Arrowhead