"What brought you here?" asked Dave.
"White Buffalo came to see how his friends were getting along. He is glad to know the cabin was not burned down."
"Have you heard anything from your warriors who were at my father's trading-post?" went on Dave, eagerly.
"Two of them are dead. What has become of the others I know not."
"Dead? How were they killed?"
"That White Buffalo cannot answer. They were found in the woods, between the trading-post and Fort Pitt, by Flat Chin. Being dead, they could tell nothing."
"Have you heard anything of my father?"
"No, but I have heard from some other posts. The others were attacked by Wanderers, and Sacs, and Miamis, and others, and burned. Some Frenchmen are fighting with the Indians, and among them I heard was Jean Bevoir."
"That rascal!" burst out Dave.
"I reckoned as how he'd turn up ag'in," growled Sam Barringford. "It's a great pity we didn't finish him when we had the chanct!"