The Cahnuaga pointed silently to the green-feathered shaft.
"By ——!" swore Bolling with a start. "D'ye see that, Tom?"
The negro dropped his pack and shook some fresh priming into the pan of his musket.
"Nobody nebber done come here befo'," he said dubiously. "Howcome dat arrow dere, Red?"
"—— it, how the —— do I know? I want to tell you this ain't no joke. Something's happened here."
Bolling glanced about him uneasily.
"The Keepers have gone, that's sure," he announced. "What most likely happened was some party broke in here, and the Keepers chased 'em."
He chuckled wickedly.
"Ain't no blood nor nothin' around, so it 'pears likely the Keepers got the jump on 'em."
Ta-wan-ne-ars, who had been occupied in extracting arrows from a quiver and setting them in a row before him with points lightly thrust into the ground, now notched a shaft.