A company eighteen strong and fully armed left the fort that very noon. Two sharpshooters were in advance, but none of the enemy put in an appearance. Arriving at the waterfall, they found the spot totally deserted. Roaming the forest were two of the horses and these were easily captured, and, later on, one more animal was secured. "Well, this beats anything I have ever seen!" declared the lieutenant who was in command of the soldiers, after following Barringford into the cave. "It's a perfect treasure house." "Pray do me the kindness to lose no time in clearing out that passageway," responded Barringford, and under his directions the soldiers set to work with picks and spades and various other entrenching tools to remove the fallen rocks and dirt. It was a hard task, but inside of three hours the way was cleared and Barringford crawled through, followed by White Buffalo. "Gone!" murmured the old frontiersman, with a sigh of relief. "I am mighty glad of it." "White Buffalo glad too," returned the Indian chief simply. "Let us look for his trail." Plenty of torches were at hand and also a lantern, making the rocky chamber almost as bright as day. With ease the Indian chief traced Dave's footsteps to the split in the rocks, and then hauled himself out through the opening by the tree roots, followed by Barringford. "This is the way he got out," said the old frontiersman. "But why didn't he return to the waterfall?" "Fight here," was the red man's answer, pointing to the footprints in the soil. "Two Indians come up behind Dave. Come!" They left the vicinity, and soon both reached the conclusion that the young pioneer had been carried away a prisoner. "But where did they take him to?" questioned Barringford. "We must follow the trail," was all White Buffalo could answer. A conference was held with the lieutenant, and it was decided that the whole party should follow the trail. "We can come back to the cave for the goods later," said Lieutenant Peterson. "We certainly must rescue young Morris and make an example of those who have carried him off." It was no light task to follow the Indian trail through the woods. With all the cuteness of which they were capable, the followers of Pontiac had taken to a shallow stream for over quarter of a mile, and before the trail could be discovered again night came on. They tried to keep up the hunt with torches, but it was of no avail. "Beaten," muttered Barringford, and his eyes grew moist. "Poor Dave! What will become of him?" With the coming of morning the lieutenant decided to return to the waterfall. An examination was made, and it was found to be an easy task to make the water flow in another direction, thus leaving the main entrance to the cave a dry one. Without delay the things inside were removed, and loaded on horses. In this manner everything was sooner or later removed to Fort Pitt.