A cry went up from one of the squaws who had a pappoose in her arms, and at this half a dozen squaws and two old men showed themselves. "Where is Mamuliekala, the Great Water Bear?" asked White Buffalo sternly. "He has gone on a journey," answered one of the old men, his eyes shifting uneasily as he spoke. "And where is the white prisoner who was here?" The old man hesitated and looked for aid from the other aged Indian. "There was no white prisoner here," said the second old Indian. "Are you so old that you cannot remember," said White Buffalo sternly. "The white prisoner was here. Where has he gone? Answer without delay!" "Long Knife knows not. He has been sick and asleep. When he awoke Mamuliekala and many of the braves were gone." This was all the old man would say, and the other aged Indian said he had been away in the woods, digging roots and herbs, for three days. The stories were probably not true, but nothing was to be gained by cross-examining the pair, and White Buffalo did not try it. "Let us search the village, and question the squaws," said he, and this was done without delay. At first but little could be learned, but at last they made out that Pontiac had been there, and also Foot-in-His-Mouth, and both had gone off during the night with Mamuliekala, taking the braves and some young white person with them. One squaw said that Foot-in-His-Mouth had said the white young man was a runaway soldier and that Pontiac meant to take him to the Fort at Detroit and claim a reward for the service. "It was a trick--if the story is true," said James Morris. "True or not, they certainly have taken Dave away," answered Barringford. "And that being so, all we can do is to follow them." CHAPTER XXX IN THE CAMP OF THE ENEMY To Dave, in the dark and foul-smelling wigwam, the time passed slowly. His mind was busy, wondering what the Indians meant to do with him. That they were enraged over the discovery of the underground storehouse was very evident. He heard them talking earnestly among themselves, but what was said, or what conclusion was reached, he could not ascertain. Late in the evening an Indian girl brought him something to eat and a jug of water. She was rather handsome, with her glossy hair and deep dreamy eyes, and Dave wanted very much to question her. But she could speak no English, and merely shook her head and smiled when he spoke to her. "I don't think she would try to harm me," he mused. "Wonder if I could get her to aid me?" But this last question remained unanswered, for the young pioneer never saw the Indian maiden again. Having slipped to the bottom of the post, he fell into a troubled sleep, from which he was rudely awakened by a light kick in the side. An Indian stood there, gazing at him speculatively. "White young man stand up and come along," grunted the red man, and released him from the post.