“It is the trail!” said Glyndon, with satisfaction.
He bent over it, and began to examine it attentively, and as he did so his features assumed a grave expression, and he shook his head in a dissatisfied manner.
“Boys!” he said—“I’m an old fool!”
This announcement rather surprised them.
“What’s up?” demanded Percy Cute.
“Mischief! We’ve walked into a trap, and I’ve led you into it like a consumed idiot as I am.”
“How so?” inquired both boys, eagerly.
“Why, don’t you see? When we was a looking up at the cliff there must have been one of the red-skins up there watching us. They know we are here in the wood, and they are just waiting for our return to the camp to surprise us. And there’s fifty of ’em at least.”
The boys were thrown from one surprise into another.
“How can you tell how many there are of them?” asked Percy Vere, curiously.