"That will depend on the reports we hear. If we hear of a rich find in some nearby locality I think we had best go there."
About noon it began to snow again, and then they hurried on faster than before, fearful of being storm-bound on the trail. They were on foot, the horses being packed with the supplies. The walking was not easy and both wished themselves once more at the cabins.
As they made a turn, about the middle of the afternoon, Mark chanced to glance back, and gave a sudden cry of surprise:
"Indians!"
"What's that?" asked Josiah Socket, quickly.
"I just caught sight of three Indians. They are out of sight now."
"On hossback?"
"No, on foot. As soon as they saw me look back they skipped behind the trees."
"Humph! I don't like that, lad."
"Neither do I."