Agnes wept bitterly, as she pressed the guide's hand. Also Fred was overcome with emotion, and he bit his lips until the blood flowed.
"Sister," he said, "call Matthew and the Indian servant; we must bury the brave guide."
The task was assigned to the Indian servant, who alone knew how to bury him in a manner that would hide him from the curious and keen eyes of the Indians. The servant covered the graves with leaves and so skillfully did he conceal the resting place that not even Fred could see where it was.
"We must now kill the horses," the boy said when all was finished.
"But why kill the horses?" Agnes asked. "Why, we can cover more ground on horseback than on foot."
"We must leave the trail," Fred answered, "and in the woods they will betray us. Also on horseback the Indians can see us the better and shoot us before we know they are near."
"Let's not kill them now," Agnes pleaded. "Jenny is so true an animal.
I can never see her die here."
"All right, sister," Fred assented; "we shall try to preserve their lives. Only I don't know how to get through the woods with them."