Dave came upon the rocks and gave a sharp look in the direction pointed out.
"Why, that is Daddy Farker's cabin that is burning!" he cried. "And see, there are some Indians running across the clearing! It must be another uprising!"
CHAPTER XIV
THE BEGINNING OF THE UPRISING
Dave's surmise was correct, it was indeed Daddy Farker's cabin that was in flames, and the old settler himself lay on the cabin floor, tomahawked and scalped. But he had sold his life dearly, for close at hand lay the bodies of two Indians. The grandson, a boy of nine, had fled to the woods, and now the red men were doing their best to find him.
"You are certain it is the cabin?" queried Rodney.
"Why, yes, I can see the chimney in the very midst of the flames. Rodney, this is some more wicked work of the redskins and nothing else."
"What ought we to do?"
"We'll have to get back home as fast as we can. If those redskins find that we are at the sugar camp they'll do what they can to surround us."
"Then come on, and never mind the deer. It's a shame to leave such game behind, but——"