"No. Why he went with you," answered Rodney.
"Then he's missing, an' I don't know whar to look fer him," returned the old frontiersman, and heaved a deep sigh.
"Oh, Sam, was he shot?"
"I don't think he was, Rodney, but I ain't sartin. We got in a terribul mix-up, an' each man had to fight fer himself fer awhile."
"We must find him, dead or alive," answered Rodney.
CHAPTER XXIX
DAVE AMONG THE INDIANS
Dave came to his senses with a nerve-racking shiver. There was a stinging pain in his side and when he took a deep breath he felt like crying out. All was dark around him, and on his face lay a handful of dead leaves.
For a while he could not remember where he was or what had happened. In a dazed fashion, he called for his father, and for Henry and Rodney. Then he moved his hand, and found the arrow that had struck him still sticking in his jacket.
"Oh!" he groaned, and the full recollection of the fierce fight with the Indians came back to him. He knew he was wounded and wondered if it could be serious.