"Shall we follow Pontiac further?" questioned Dave. "For my own part I'd rather stay here and find out what this cave, if such it is, contains."
"'Tis the cave of the magicians," answered White Buffalo. "My white brothers must be careful how they enter it."
"I am not afraid of magic, White Buffalo. But of course I want to know what
I am doing."
"We can examine the place in the dark as well as the daylight," came from Barringford. "It's queer Pontiac and his friend didn't take torches with 'em."
"There may be torches inside."
"Perhaps; but if I go in I'll take my own torch."
"So will I, Sam, and a good big one, too."
Again there was a consultation, and at last it was agreed that Barringford should attempt to enter the cave first. If he succeeded, and the way was an easy one, Dave was to follow, and lastly White Buffalo. The other Indians would remain on guard.
Tucking a good bit of torch wood in his leathern belt, Barringford climbed up to the footing Pontiac had first occupied. He examined the waterfall with care and also looked at the pool below.
"Don't think I'll git more 'n a dirty tumble if I fail to git in," he said to Dave. "Here goes!"