"Now we have got to dust for it," said Mark. "For all we know, they may come after us hot-footed." They urged the horses into a run and kept close to the animals' sides. They expected a shot from the Indians, but none came, for the reason that the red men were armed only with clubs and bows and arrows, and they were too far off for the last named to take effect. They kept on until Mark was about ready to drop from exhaustion. Then coming to a high cliff, at the base of which was something of a hollow, they led the horses into the shelter and dropped down in the snow and reloaded. "See anything of them?" asked Mark, peering along the trail they had left. "Not a sign of anything, lad." "If they come we'll have to fire another shot." "Right you are." They rested an hour, and then, as tired as they were, went on again. The sun was now out clear and strong, so that they could see a long distance around them. "I see them!" said Mark, after another three miles had been covered. "I really believe they are getting ready to attack us again!" Slowly and cautiously the red men drew closer. One limped painfully, showing where a shot had taken effect. "I'll fire first," said Josiah Socket. "They don't deserve no mercy." He raised the gun he carried and blazed away. The bullet clipped the blanket of one of the Indians and he lost no time in dropping to the rear. But the others came on, and raised something of a war cry. "If they can get at us, they will kill us!" gasped Mark, and took aim with his pistol. His shot told, and one red man fell, wounded in the knee. Then the others halted to consult together. As soon as their weapons were discharged, our friends loaded up again and moved onward. Not once did they allow the horses to stop and they kept on a slow run beside them. Ahead was a turn in the trail and they hoped to find a safe shelter behind some other rocks and crags. "Hullo, there is somebody!" ejaculated Mark, as the turn ahead was made. "It's Bob!" "And there is Si, too!" put in Josiah Socket. "And both are armed!" "Hullo there!" sang out Bob, coming up. "What the firing about?" "Indians," said Mark. "You don't say!" cried Si. "Where are they?" "Back of us," put in Josiah Socket. "I'm glad you have the rifle and the shotgun," he continued. "We thought we'd come out to meet you and also to look for game," explained Bob. "I see the Indians now." Two of the red men had shown themselves around the bend of the trail. They gazed in astonishment and disappointment at the new arrivals. "Give 'em a dose o' buckshot," said Josiah Socket to Bob. "They deserve it." "So they do," added Mark. Bob brought up the shotgun and let drive. The gun scattered widely and both of the red men were peppered. With yells of pain they turned back and fled to where they had left their companions. It was the last seen of the Indians for a long time to come.