Some three hours of darkness had passed when Ike called out:
"See har, Mistah Sam, this yar dog scents somethin' an' I can't hold him to save my life."
[CHAPTER XXV.—FROM SAFETY INTO DANGER.]
It did not need the low growling of the dog to convince our young friends that they were in the midst of danger.
Along the trail leading up from the ravine, they could hear low, gutteral voices, and they did not need to be told that the Apaches, whom they had seen as the sun was setting, had come to the spring, for the fall of moccasined feet could be heard dying out in that direction.
"The Apaches!" whispered Sam, as he grasped Ulna's arm with one hand, and clutched his rifle more tightly with the other.
"Yes," was the reply.
"Do you think they will discover us?"
"They cannot help doing so."
"What will be their next move after finding we are near by?"