"All we can do is to continue on the trail," said James Morris promptly. "I shall not turn back until he is found." "Nor I," added Henry promptly. "We're bound to catch 'em some time," came from the old frontiersman. "Don't you think so, White Buffalo?" "White Buffalo is sure he can overtake those who are fleeing," answered the chief. "But it may take many days." Lieutenant Peterson was consulted and he said he would follow the trail for one day longer. "After that, I will have to turn back," he continued. "I have strict orders to go but so far from Fort Pitt, and no further. You see we may be needed there, if the redskins contemplate an attack." "That is true," said James Morris. "I should like to have you with us, but orders are orders. "I will detail two of my best shots to go with your party, Mr. Morris. They are men who are used to fighting the redskins in their own way, and will be of great assistance." The day passed slowly, but when the sun went down no Indians had been seen. The little party went into camp under the shelter of some trees, and in the early morning Lieutenant Peterson set out on the return to Fort Pitt, leaving behind the two sharpshooters as he had promised. "And now to go it alone!" cried Henry. "Perhaps we'll do better than with so many soldiers behind us." "We can certainly continue the hunt with less chance of being observed," answered his uncle. Henry was very impatient to overtake those who had Dave in charge, but the trail was an uncertain one, and once they made a false move which took them some miles out of their true course. This false turn made White Buffalo very angry, and he berated himself roundly for the mistake. "White Buffalo is getting old," he declared. "He is like a squaw on the trail. He had better go and live with the old women of his tribe." "Never mind, White Buffalo, we are all liable to make mistakes," said the trader kindly. At last the Indian chief announced that they had reached fresh tracks, and that they were close to another village. Soon after that Barringford came in and announced that he had seen the trail of some white men, evidently hunters and trappers. "We must be careful now," said the old frontiersman, "If we ain't, we may run into a reg'lar trap." The party came to a halt, and soon after that it began to snow, and by the time it was dark the snow covered the ground to the depth of an inch and more. "That ends trailing," said Barringford. "Hang the luck anyway!" As the snow continued to come down, they made themselves comfortable under some immense spruce trees whose branches almost touched the ground. Here supper was had, and then Henry and Barringford, accompanied by White Buffalo; moved up to the top of a small hill which was close at hand, hoping to discover something from that point of vantage. "I see a camp-fire!" cried Henry, who was the first to gain the high ground.