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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.
The trail was still visible, but the branches of the trees on either side met overhead, cutting off the sunlight and making it uncomfortably dark excepting at midday. James Morris and Sam Barringford led the way, with the frontiersmen, Lukins, Sanderson, and Jadwin, bringing up on either side.
"That won't be very pleasant, especially if any wolves happen to be around." Hoping every minute that Dave and Barringford would appear, Henry examined the dead buffalo. The prize was a big one, and it must be admitted that the young hunter was much elated as he surveyed it. "For a first buffalo, I'm sure that isn't so bad," he thought.
"Since so much of the night has been lost we may as well take it easy to-morrow," said James Morris, and this was done. This gave Barringford a chance to nurse his sprained foot, for which he was thankful. Once more the arduous journey westward was resumed. The hills left behind, they traveled a peaceful valley where riding on horseback was a real pleasure.
More than this, the great rock was slowly sliding outward, to the deeper part of the stream, so he had to watch out for fear of being caught once more. "Didn't see him?" asked Barringford, as he came closer. "No, it's too rily." "I'll go down myself." Barringford was as good as his word, and went down without an effort, his water-soaked clothing aiding him to sink.
"Do you think it impossible to recover such a trail?" asked Lieutenant Peterson. "He'll find it if you give him time enough," put in Barringford confidently. "No Injun better nor White Buffalo on a trail." "I believe that," said Henry. "He's as smart as they make 'em." Two hours after this White Buffalo came in.
"They have found us out!" shouted Barringford. "Now to catch 'em or miss 'em!" "I don't intend to miss 'em," came warmly from Henry. "But I think you ought to give me the first shot if I get nearest to 'em." "All right, Henry, so be it." No more was said, for, with the pace such a hot one, nobody cared to waste breath in conversation.
"But you must leave them at our house," returned Henry. "Mother and little Nell are so attached to them." The departure of Henry and Barringford was an event, and all quit working to see them off. Dave was sorry to part with his cousin, and wrung his hand several times. "You take good care of yourself," he said. "Don't tumble over any more cliffs."
An early supper was had, and something was kept hot for those who were missing, for it was felt they would come in chilled to the bone and with tremendous appetites. Dave was beginning to grow sleepy when he heard a movement outside, and a moment later Sam Barringford came into view, with downcast face and with the water dripping from his coonskin cap and hunting shirt.
"Pray do me the kindness to lose no time in clearing out that passageway," responded Barringford, and under his directions the soldiers set to work with picks and spades and various other entrenching tools to remove the fallen rocks and dirt. It was a hard task, but inside of three hours the way was cleared and Barringford crawled through, followed by White Buffalo.
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