"Take torches with you, or a lantern," said Barringford.
Torches were quickly procured and placed in a bit of skin, that they might not get wet. Then another torch was lit, and the old frontiersman gave the Indian chief minute directions about the trail to the water course under the cliff.
"White Buffalo knows something of that land," said the chief. "He will not go astray."
"I should hope not," said Dave. "We want to find Henry, not lose ourselves."
"Take a bag full of eating along," put in James Morris. "You may want something before morning. And also a bandage and some stimulants for Henry, in case he is badly hurt and needs them." He could not let himself believe that his nephew was dead.
"All right, father; I'll take whatever you say," answered Dave, and soon he and White Buffalo had all the articles mentioned. Each went armed with his rifle and hunting knife, and the Indian carried his hatchet as well.
"Do not remain away later than to-morrow noon," said James Morris, when they were ready to leave. "If you are not back by that time I shall fear that something has happened to you also."
"Don't fear for me so long as I am with White Buffalo," replied Dave; and this speech pleased the Indian chief very much.
"Don't you try to go down to the stream by way of the hill," cautioned Sam
Barringford. "If you do you may break your necks."
The old frontiersman had sprained his foot, but he did not deem it best to mention that fact. Nevertheless, if he had been better able to walk he would probably have accompanied Dave and White Buffalo in spite of the first search made by him.