When daylight arrived, he left the hut to look for the horse while I prepared breakfast.  He was a long time absent, and I began to grow anxious, wondering what could have become of him.  I waited and waited till I could bear the suspense no longer, so, going to a height at a little distance from the wood in which we had formed our encampment, I gazed around on every side.  Should any accident have befallen him, how fearful would be my fate!  I was also deeply grieved at the thought of losing him; but I confess that selfish feelings for the time predominated.  There was a river, I should have said, in the distance, and on looking in that direction I at length saw a figure moving towards me.  It might be Mike, or it might be an Indian, and perhaps an enemy. Still, I did not think of concealing myself.