"He is," said the other hunter. "We can be thankful that we got through so quickly. I thought they had us cornered."
"Perhaps there are more Indians ahead," went on Henry, as he reloaded his rifle and did the same for his uncle, while the latter managed the ice-boat.
But little more was said just then, for all were scanning the shore with anxious eyes. But no more Indians appeared, and not long after that the straight stretch of the Ohio came to an end, and they turned into a little cove, where the overhanging trees afforded not a little protection.
"That attack has convinced me of one thing," said James Morris, as he helped the wounded hunter to shore, and also carried the dead man in. "The Indians all through this territory are on the war-path. And if that is so, it isn't of much use to try to get aid from Fort Pitt. Captain Ecuyer will have his hands full as it is."
"Don't you wish the others were here?" asked Henry, "I do."
"They may have a great deal of trouble in getting through."
"And the worst of it is—for them—that we have all the provisions."
There was nothing to do but to draw the ice-boat up in the most sheltered part of the cove. This done, they removed all the stores.
"I've got an idea!" cried Henry. "If those Indians try to follow us up, why not set the ice-boat a-going with dummies on board? That will throw them off the trail, at least for a while."
"Perhaps we'll do that," answered his uncle.