Barringford had had his wounds washed and dressed, and, mounted on a fresh horse, he lost no time in riding back to the trading-post on the Ohio. White Buffalo did not go with him, stating he would renew the hunt for the lost trail.
It was Henry who met the old frontiersman at the stockade gate.
"What's wrong?" he questioned quickly. "Where is Dave?"
Before Barringford had time to answer, James Morris showed himself.
"Something has gone wrong!" he cried. "I can see it in your face. What is it?"
"We had a brush with the Indians,—part of Pontiac's party," said the old frontiersman.
"And Dave?"
"We think he was made a prisoner," went on Barringford, and then told his story in detail.
"And you say White Buffalo has gone out again to look for the lost trail?" questioned the trader.
"Yes. He'll find it, too, if it is to be done. I thought you'd like to know, so that you could go out with me and the soldiers."