“No go! Creek braves out there!”
Drawing in their mounts, Jack and Frank looked keenly about; sure enough, from above the high grass at a point indicated by the young Cherokee, they saw the nodding eagle plumes of a half score savages.
“And watching the fort,” whispered Frank.
“Creek make ring around fort,” said Running Elk.
“It’s true!” said Jack, startled, his roving glance taking in the indications. “They’ve got it surrounded, and are tightening the circle all the time.”
THEY SIGHTED THE FORT
“We must warn the people in the fort,” said Frank. “With that gate open they are in danger.”
“To stir a step in their direction at this time,” said Jack Davis, “would be to run into sure death. Surely, of all the people who are inside there at this time, some one is on the lookout; and they will see the redskins before it is too late.”
Knowing that it would be foolhardy to attempt anything just then, Jack rode his horse into a deep ravine, followed by the others; here they dismounted, and, concealed by a dense growth of trees and underbrush, they crawled up the sides of the ravine and watched the situation with the most acute interest.