The chamber was not very large, but it was literally filled with rifles and pistols of various sizes and makes, some still bright, and others much rusted from water and dampness. To the collection were added several swords, one with a scabbard and the others without. There were also a large number of powder horns and bullet pouches, and other soldier equipments. "Where did all this stuff come from?" went on Dave. "It looks like part of an army outfit." "Thet's jest wot it is, lad." "And it must have belonged to our army." "Right ag'in." "If Pontiac was in command of the Indians at the time of General Braddock's defeat, do you suppose he had some of the red men bring this stuff here?" "That's a question. Either the stuff came from thet place, or else from some other battle later on. One thing is sartin, there's a fairly good quantity on it and it ought to be restored." "What had we best do--tell the commander at Fort Pitt?" "I reckon thet would be the proper thing to do, Dave." "I suppose Pontiac thinks to use these guns some day," went on the young pioneer. "He wanted to hide them until the time came to dig up the hatchet once more." "White Buffalo's brother must be right," came from the Indian chief. "In a war the guns would give the Indians much power." "Maybe Pontiac told the Indians he would make guns and swords by magic," said Dave suddenly. "It is not impossible," returned White Buffalo gravely. "The magicians have brought forth powder by magic." "And so can Pontiac!" shouted Barringford, who had moved to one corner of the chamber. "Reckon this is a bad place fer a torch," and he held back the flame. "What have you discovered now, Sam?" "Five half-kegs o' powder." As he spoke the old frontiersman pointed to a rocky shelf whereon rested the five half-kegs, covered with a piece of heavy drugget, often used in colonial days in place of rubber cloth. "Full too," said Dave, after lifting one. "Sam, this stuff is worth a good bit of money." "Perhaps we'll git a reward if we return it to the government," was the answer. "It ought to be returned, whether we get a reward or not." "Exactly as I think." There was a narrow passageway behind the chamber and Sam Barringford squeezed into this. "Don't reckon I can make it," he panted presently. "Seems like I was a leetle too hefty. Dave, do you want to try it? Might be an opening to the outside world, an' if there is, we won't have to go through thet water ag'in." Taking the torch, Dave pushed into the opening, which gradually grew smaller and smaller until he had to crawl on his hands and knees. "Tight fit, eh?" called the old frontiersman after him. "Yes, but it may be larger further on," answered the young pioneer, as he continued to advance. Fortunately the passageway was dry, so he had nothing to fear from water. He progressed fully fifty feet, when he saw a large opening beyond. "I'm coming to another room!" he shouted back.