"Dacotahs! Dacotahs! Come quick to the help of Thunder-maker! The evil spirits of the water have witched him! He is burning within with fire. Quick! quick!"
Instantly the camp was in an uproar, and men came rushing from all directions, bearing arms and torches that they had snatched from the still burning camp-fires. And before the Englishmen were well aware of the sudden change of affairs, a score of hands had seized them, and many strands of thongs bound them helpless, hand and foot.
CHAPTER X
A DEATH-TRAP
"Wake up! Do you want to sleep all your senses away?"
It seemed but an hour after the tired boys had laid down their heads that the above words were bellowed through the opening in the tent.
Bob sat up and rubbed his eyes.
Yes, it was really morning. There was no doubt about that, for the sun was pouring into the tent in a warm stream, the birds were filling the woods with music, and the perfume of Nature was creeping all around them.