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"Ah!" said the Onondaga, as they looked about. _"Osquesont_! Behold!"
The blade of an Indian tomahawk, _osquesont_, was buried deep in the
trunk of a tree, and Robert knew that the same deadly weapon had
whistled where his head had been but a second before. He shuddered. Had
it not been for his glimpse of the flitting shadow his head would have
been cloven to the chin. Tayoga, with a mighty wrench, pulled out the
tomahawk and examined it. It was somewhat heavier than the usual weapon
of the type and he pronounced it of French make.
"Did it come from Quebec, Tayoga?" asked Willet.
"Perhaps," replied the young warrior, "but I saw it yesterday."
"You did! Where?"
"In the belt of Tandakora, the Ojibway."
"I thought so," said Robert.
"And he threw it with all the strength of a mighty arm," said the
Onondaga. "There is none near us in the forest except Tandakora who
could bury it so deep in the tree. It was all I could do to pull it out
again."
"And seeing his throw miss he slipped away as fast as he could!" said
Willet.


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