"No. I'm all right, Dave, although I got two nasty tumbles."
"Sam was afraid you had been killed. He searched all around, but couldn't find you."
"I was foolish not to wait until Sam came down to the water course. I started to get out alone and got into this pickle. Why didn't you shout when you came up?"
"We saw the fire but White Buffalo thought there might be some unfriendly Indians or trappers around. So then I thought of my old whistle. I knew you would recognize it."
Henry had to tell his story, and then Dave asked him if he was well enough to return to the camp without delay.
"They are all anxious about you, especially father and Sam," he added.
"To be sure, I'll go back to camp. It's no fun staying here. I'm quite hungry, too."
"Then you must have something before we leave."
The meal was soon disposed of, and led by White Buffalo the party left the hollow and proceeded through the forest. It was a long, hard journey, but neither of the youths minded it, both being thankful that the adventure had terminated so happily.
When Henry reached camp once more he was hailed with great joy by James Morris and Sam Barringford. The uncle embraced his nephew, and the old frontiersman gripped Henry's hand until the bones fairly cracked.