"I'm mighty glad to see you, White Buffalo," said Dave. Nell said nothing but leaped directly into the aged Indian's arms. Then the twins scrambled from the canoe.
"Come this way," said the old Indian chief, and led the way directly into the forest. The canoe was cast adrift, with a branch resting in it, to represent a person in the darkness.
But little was said for the time being. Once in the forest White Buffalo and the whites were joined by eleven Indians, and all took to a trail leading to the southward.
"We must walk hard," said White Buffalo. "They will soon be on the trail. Let me carry you," he added to Nell, and placed her on his shoulder. Dave took up Tom, while one of White Buffalo's followers carried Artie.
Less than quarter of a mile was covered, when White Buffalo stopped short to listen. Then he shook his head doubtfully.
"It is as White Buffalo thought," he said. "They are coming after us fast! We shall have to fight!"
CHAPTER XXXI
THE LAST FIGHT—CONCLUSION
The battle of Bushy Run was so disastrous to the Indians that many of them fled to parts unknown immediately after the results of the conflict were ascertained. They lost several hundred in killed and wounded, and among the number were a half a dozen well-known chiefs.
But though he had been victorious, Colonel Bouquet had suffered a heavy loss, consequently he continued on his march to Fort Pitt with as great caution as before. Eight officers and one hundred and fifteen men had fallen, and it was a sad body of troops that wended its way through the wilderness.