“They must be following us,” broke in Henry.
“It looks like it.”
“Do you think they mean to attack us, Sam?” questioned Dave.
“They will ef they git the chanct, Dave. It ain’t in human nature fer ’em not to—thet is, if they be enemies.”
“They might be friends.”
“Wall, I wouldn’t gamble on thet, out here.”
“What had we best do?”
“You an’ Henry can go back and tell Mr. Morris about it. I’ll go on an’ do a little scout work.”
So it was decided, and in a very few minutes Dave and Henry were on their way to the spot where the expedition had encamped. Sam Barringford followed the trail of the Indians, moving along with the secrecy that years of experience had given him.
“We must lose no time in getting back to camp,” said Henry, as he and his cousin hurried along. “Every moment may be precious.”