"Well, here's where we set our first trap," Sandy cried. "And the next is only a short distance along the trail. I'll take a look at this one, while you go on and attend to the next." "That is the best way, Sandy," returned Bob, with a quick glance toward the darkening heavens. "I do not like the looks of those clouds, and it may be that the rain will set in again. If that happens, we would find it all we could do to make a safe passage across the river, for the darkness will fall early to-night." "And we must not forget to keep our eyes open for a sight of those rascally French trappers, Jacques Larue and Henri Lacroix," remarked Sandy, with a suggestive movement of his gun. "They have been reported as being seen not far away from here of late, and you know, Bob, they have never forgiven us the way we managed to outwit Larue last fall, and bring Henri Lacroix's brother to justice."[4] "But they also know," Bob replied, "that because you and I were able to do the great Indian sachem, Pontiac, a favor, he gave us his wampum belt, which has served to keep the Indians who were on the war-path away from our little settlement. Those Frenchmen understand that, if either of us were hurt, the Indians would visit vengeance on the head of the guilty party. Larue learned that before he escaped from the Indians." (Note 3.) The boys had learned that Jacques Larue had loosened his bonds and escaped from his Indian captors through the connivance of a young buck for whom he had once performed some service, and was again free to work with Henri Lacroix such damage against the latest English settlers as their evil minds might suggest. "I am convinced it was they who robbed our traps several times this winter, so that we had to change their location," Sandy declared, indignantly. "And, when that brush was piled up against our cabin, that dark night, and fired, did we not find tracks that were never made by Indian feet? I seem to feel that we have not seen the last of those French trappers. And Pat O'Mara told me that, if ever I had to shoot to defend myself against either of them, to get the full value of my lead!" "Well, let us hope that they will go elsewhere, and do their trapping," said Bob, as he turned and left his brother. "I think it is a great pity that, with a string of trading posts all the way from the big lakes down to the sea, these greedy French from the North cannot let us alone here. They seem to want the earth. But I'll wait for you at the second trap, Sandy. Be as quick as you can."