"All we can do is to continue on the trail," said James Morris promptly. "I shall not turn back until he is found."
"Nor I," added Henry promptly.
"We're bound to catch 'em some time," came from the old frontiersman.
"Don't you think so, White Buffalo?"
"White Buffalo is sure he can overtake those who are fleeing," answered the chief. "But it may take many days."
Lieutenant Peterson was consulted and he said he would follow the trail for one day longer.
"After that, I will have to turn back," he continued. "I have strict orders to go but so far from Fort Pitt, and no further. You see we may be needed there, if the redskins contemplate an attack."
"That is true," said James Morris. "I should like to have you with us, but orders are orders.
"I will detail two of my best shots to go with your party, Mr. Morris. They are men who are used to fighting the redskins in their own way, and will be of great assistance."
The day passed slowly, but when the sun went down no Indians had been seen. The little party went into camp under the shelter of some trees, and in the early morning Lieutenant Peterson set out on the return to Fort Pitt, leaving behind the two sharpshooters as he had promised.
"And now to go it alone!" cried Henry. "Perhaps we'll do better than with so many soldiers behind us."