But the Indians were in too much of a hurry to look into the gully, and in less than three minutes the danger of discovery was over.
"They are gone!" murmured Rodney, and gave a sigh of relief.
"Are the bad Indians gone?" questioned Nell, in a trembling voice.
"Yes," said Dave.
"How awful they looked, all smeared with yellow and red," went on the little miss. "None of them were as good-looking as White Buffalo."
The Indians soon passed out of sight and hearing, and then the journey to Will's Creek was resumed. They were just in sight of the Morris homestead when they saw a man riding toward them on horseback. It was Sam Barringford, and his condition and also that of his steed proclaimed that he had ridden hard and for a long distance.
"Sam!" cried Rodney.
"Rodney! And Dave an' Nell!" burst out the old frontiersman. "Is the cabin safe yet?"
"I think it is," answered Dave.
"Thank Heaven for it! Do ye know what's took place? The redskins are risin' all over the land."