"White Buffalo hear of strange cave many years ago," came from the Indian chief. "Hear much when Colonel Washington and General Braddock fight the French and the Indians under Pontiac."
"Then is it a fact that Pontiac fought against us at that time?" asked
Dave.
"White Buffalo has heard so. Pontiac is a great warrior."
"Hullo!" suddenly cried Barringford, who was a few feet in advance. "We're coming to something interesting now."
"What is it?" asked Dave eagerly.
"Look fer yourself, lad."
They had gained a portion of the cave that was almost circular in form. In the center was an immense black stone. On this rested a large pile of tobacco and several pipes, and beside these were strings of beads and wampum, and curiously shaped shells and spears. There were likewise some strings of feathers, and a dozen or more pairs of curiously worked moccasins. There were also a number of medals, evidently of English design and workmanship.
"Army medals!" cried Dave, picking one up. "Why, Sam, these must have been stolen from our soldiers!"
"Taken from our dead heroes most likely," answered the old frontiersman.
"It's a curious collection, ain't it, Dave?"
"Cave of the big council," said White Buffalo, pointing to the wampum strings and belts. "Much magic here."