They ran into half a dozen half-starved wolves.
"I hate to do much shooting," said James Morris. "It will let the Indians know where we are."
"True for you," came from Jadwin. "But we can't allow no wolves to eat us up alive."
By the following evening Jadwin calculated that they were not more than forty miles from Fort Pitt. But the country was very rugged, and it was thought that it would take at least three, if not four days to reach the stronghold.
"We'll have to reconnoiter when we get within a few miles of the fort," said James Morris. "For all we know to the contrary the place may be surrounded by the Indians."
"If it hasn't already fallen," put in Henry.
During the following day it became much warmer, so that the snow began to melt in all the sunny spots along their way. This made walking worse than before, and Henry got wet feet, something which was not at all to his liking. They saw some deer at a distance, but thought best not to risk a shot on the game, for fear of bringing some of their enemy to that vicinity.
"What a wilderness this is!" said Henry, as they journeyed along. "I'll wager very few white men have been here."