"We'll have to get behind some rocks for the present," declared Barringford, and this was done. The fierce wind continued for half an hour longer and then subsided. More snow followed, but then came sunshine, as bright and fair as one would wish. "Only a squall after all," said James Morris. "But it was heavy while it lasted." When the party arrived at Fort Pitt they found the soldiers ready to go out once more. But nothing had been heard of White Buffalo, which all thought rather strange. "Perhaps he has failed to recover the trail," said James Morris sorrowfully. "With all his sagacity, White Buffalo cannot do the impossible." "Do you think it impossible to recover such a trail?" asked Lieutenant Peterson. "He'll find it--if you give him time enough," put in Barringford confidently. "No Injun better nor White Buffalo on a trail." "I believe that," said Henry. "He's as smart as they make 'em." Two hours after this White Buffalo came in. He was plainly tired out, but his face brightened on seeing the whites he knew so well. "White Buffalo has found the trail," he announced. "It leads to the village of Shanorison, where lives the old chief Mamuliekala, the Great Water Bear. Mamuliekala and Pontiac are like brothers. They have made Dave their prisoner." "Do you know where Dave is now?" "White Buffalo has not seen his white brother, but thinks Dave is at the village, or close to it. But we must hurry, for soon Pontiac and his braves will go northward, to the land of the Wyandots and the Ottawas." "Will they take Dave, or kill him?" asked Henry. At this the Indian chief shrugged his shoulders. "Who can answer for the future?" he said briefly. "Let us be on the way!" cried James Morris impatiently. "An hour lost may mean much to my son!" "Did the Indians at the village see you?" questioned Captain Ecuyer of the Indian chief. "No, White Buffalo showed not himself, for it would not have been wise." While the soldiers were preparing for the new expedition, the Indian chief was given food and drink, after which he said he felt much better. He was provided with a fresh horse to mount, and said he would take a nap in the saddle, a common trick even among red men of to-day. This may appear strange to some of my young readers, but in our army it is well known that men have slept both in the saddle and while on the march! When the soldiers were assembled, Captain Ecuyer addressed them briefly: