"It is bitter enough to have the Indians take possession—it is ten times worse to see Jean Bevoir on hand to triumph over us," said the trader.
"Perhaps Bevoir was shot down."
"I hardly think so. He is wise enough to take care of his skin, when it comes to such a mix-up as we have just had."
"Do you think the Indians will let him take possession of the post?"
"More than likely—if he treats them well. He has a pretty slick way with the red men, and always did have. He makes all kinds of promises and somehow they believe in him."
The cave was little more than a hole in the ground, irregular in shape, and having a depth of twelve to fifteen feet. Overhead was a heavy clump of trees, the loose roots dangling down in all directions. Evidently some wild beast had made a home there at some time previous, for on the flooring were several piles of small bones.
The night passed slowly, and early in the morning the snow stopped coming down, and by nine o'clock the sun was shining brightly.
A council of war was held, and it was decided by all present that the best thing to do would be to push eastward to Fort Pitt, and notify the commandant there of what had occurred.
"Captain Ecuyer has aided me before, perhaps he will aid me again," said James Morris. "Anyway, there is no sense in remaining here."
The start for Fort Pitt was made that afternoon. Only a slim dinner could be had by all, and it was agreed that after a day's march from the post, several of the hunters and trappers should go forth in quest of game before proceeding further on the journey.