"Fifteen or twenty Injuns, too!" added Flabig, after looking at the footprints. "Boys, I don't like this nohow."
"We can't go back any further," said Dave. "We'd be running into a regular trap."
Hardly had he spoken when a rifle shot rang out and Flabig gave a groan.
"I'm done fer!" he gasped. "I thought they'd git me some day!" And he fell dead where he stood.
CHAPTER XXIV
LOST
"Run, Dave, run!"
Dazed and bewildered by the sudden death of the hunter, the youth did not know what to do until the voice of Sam Barringford rang out close by his side. The old frontiersman had his rifle leveled, but he did not pull the trigger, for the Indian who had appeared was already out of sight.
"Where shall we run to?" asked Dave.
For answer the old frontiersman pointed with his hand, and without delay both set off, down the illy-defined trail they had been pursuing but a short while before. Another rifle shot rang out, and the bullet graced Dave's shoulder, clipping away a bit of his jacket.