"Dog of a Blackfoot, do you know any thing of this? Speak quick, before I kill you!"
"The Sioux is very brave when he can kill a man who is hurt and bound," replied Gray Eagle. Then he continued: "I did see the Sioux girl go away with the pale-face captive."
"Which way did they go?" demanded the Red Pine.
"If the Sioux is a great brave, as he pretends to be, he can find their trail. Gray Eagle is glad they are gone!"
Red Pine gave up the task of acquiring any information from the Blackfoot chief, and at once the whole camp were searching for the fugitives. In a short time they found it and followed it to the creek, where it was lost.
Unremittingly they searched, up and down on both sides, but could find no trace after it entered the water, and after searching several hours were obliged to give it up.
Of course Red Pine was very angry when they returned to camp and announced their failure.
And now a new danger beset him.
A scout came in with the intelligence that a large party of strange Indians were approaching. Whether friendly or not, he could not tell.
Red Pine had his warriors all mounted and ready for them, should they be friends or foes. He stationed a warrior beside the old chief, Gray Eagle, with instructions to start for the country of the Sioux, should they be obliged to give battle to the strangers.