PAGE. Both were now getting ready to renew the contest 15 He glanced up, saw his dire peril, and let himself drop 49 “Boka must kill both before either awakens,” murmured the Indian 77 “I think we had better take turns watching,” said Henry 147 “A bull’s-eye for Henry Morris!” 176 The old frontiersman swept through the opening 258 Bevoir pitched headlong into the smoldering campfire 298 TRAIL AND TRADING POST CHAPTER I A GLIMPSE OF THE PAST “If we can only get that buffalo, Henry, it will be a feather in our cap.” “Right you are, Dave. But the animal may be miles and miles away by this time. As you know, they can run a long distance when they are frightened.” “Oh, yes, I know that well enough,” answered Dave Morris, as he rested for a moment on the paddle he had been using. “I haven’t forgotten the buffalo that once knocked our tent flat and ran away.” “And I haven’t forgotten how I went after him and nearly lost my life tumbling over the rocks and down the big hill,” added Henry. “I can tell you, I don’t want another such experience!” “Do you think the buffalo went around the head of the lake?” “He was headed that way—the last I saw of him. Let us paddle up to the brook and go ashore. If the tracks are there we can follow them: if not, I reckon we’ll have to give up the hunt and content ourselves with some small game.” “You don’t suppose that there are any unfriendly Indians around,” resumed Dave Morris, after a few minutes of silence, during which time both young hunters applied themselves to the paddles of the canoe they occupied. “I’ve had enough of fighting to last me for a long time to come.” “There is really no telling about that, the redskins are so treacherous. Down at the fort they seem to think the district for fifty miles around is clear, but Sam Barringford told me to keep my eyes peeled—that there is no telling yet what may happen. The war is over, but Pontiac isn’t dead, and neither is Moon Eye, and a lot more of the other chiefs.” “Don’t mention Moon Eye to me,” said Dave Morris, with a shrug of his broad shoulders. “That Indian will never forgive me for escaping from him with Nell and the twins. I suppose he’d give a whole lot to get his hands on me again.” “As for that, he’d like to get his hands on any of the men who fought against him and his followers. The Indians think——Wait, Dave! Turn in to the shore, quick! I just saw the buffalo. He is back of the rocks over yonder!”