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“He’s large, too,” said Gilfoy, and the Irish-American soldier was right. The beast was nearly three feet long, exclusive of the sweeping tail, and had heavy-set legs and a powerful, “bullish” neck.
“We had better see if there are any more around,” said Henry, and the search was started as soon as the firearms were reloaded.
But no other wild beasts put in an appearance, and at last, worn out by the work of the day just past and by the numerous alarms, the soldiers lay down once more, to snatch another nap ere the sun came up.
CHAPTER VI
AN UNEXPECTED SEPARATION
“I don’t believe the storms are entirely over yet,” said Dave, on the following morning, after a walk down to the lake shore and a look at the sky.
“It is going to be cloudy and windy,” answered Henry, as he began to wash up in a neighboring pool. “We’ll have to work hard for every mile we gain.”
While the two were talking, White Buffalo joined them. His foot was still very sore, but he said he intended to turn back toward Fort Niagara as soon as the morning meal was finished.
It did not take long for the soldiers to prepare breakfast, and immediately after this the traps were loaded on the boats and the young soldiers bid White Buffalo good-by.