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"I'd like to go, too," added Henry; and when the party started it consisted of the two youths, their fathers, and Sam Barringford. The men took turns at leading the way and breaking open the trail, no mean task when in some spots the snow lay to a depth of four and five feet. They kept as much as possible in the shelter of the trees and bushes, where the drifts were not so high.
"He is 'most as mean a skunk as Jean Bevoir." They now came in view of the post and were quickly admitted by those on guard. "Sam Barringford!" cried Dave and Henry in a breath, and ran up to greet their old friend. After he had been fed and allowed to rest a bit, Barringford told his story in detail.
In the midst of the search the enemy had fallen upon them, and the slaughter of the Indians under White Buffalo had occurred. Pontiac's braves had suffered also, but to what extent Barringford and White Buffalo could not tell. Barringford was wounded in both the thigh and the back, but fortunately neither hurt was serious.
"If only one doesn't catch cold," replied Dave. "Don't you remember the cold I caught when we were up at Lake Ontario?" "To be sure; and I had a cold myself." Henry paused for a moment. "Where has Barringford gone?" "He said he was going to try to stir up some game. I don't know what he expects to get in this rain." "He ought to know what he is doing.
Had he been alone, it is likely that he would have turned on his heel and hurried away. "What be they a-saying?" demanded Barringford, after listening to the chant. "I never heard sech gibberish in my life afore." "Much magic," answered White Buffalo. "Magic make the Indians strong to fight their white enemies." "Oh, so that's it, eh? Do they believe in it, White Buffalo?"
"He has got just the kind of horns I've been wanting to get," said Henry, with pardonable pride. "But I reckon either of you could have hit him in the eye, too," he added candidly. "It is going to be no easy job getting him home," said Dave. "Shall we put him on a drag?" "Yes, lad, an' I've a rope we can slip over those horns, an' all can take hold," said Barringford.
With ease the Indian chief traced Dave's footsteps to the split in the rocks, and then hauled himself out through the opening by the tree roots, followed by Barringford. "This is the way he got out," said the old frontiersman. "But why didn't he return to the waterfall?" "Fight here," was the red man's answer, pointing to the footprints in the soil. "Two Indians come up behind Dave. Come!"
The matter was talked over for several days, and it was finally agreed that Dave should go eastward this time, in company with Barringford and White Buffalo and his braves. Henry would remain with his uncle, and so would the others at the trading-post.
The fight between the Indians and the party under Barringford and White Buffalo had been short and sharp. Finding they could not open the passageway to the chamber in which Dave was, as they supposed, entombed alive, the old frontiersman and the Indian chief had returned to the outer world, hoping to find another entrance to the cave.
Morris and Barringford in the hunt for Dave, and the young pioneer was not long in preparing himself for the expedition. Fresh horses were obtained, and the party set off early the following morning, when the sun had not yet shown itself over the rolling hills to the eastward.
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