"There's the redskin all shot to pieces," cried Harry.
"Yes, deader'n a tick," agreed Texas. "But where is the gal?"
"Yes, where is the girl?" demanded Frank suddenly aroused to action.
"Blown into little pieces. She's too tender to stand a racket that would put out a giant like the medicine man," opined Tony. "But where the devil is she? There ain't no pieces of her layin' about here as I sees. It makes a feller shivery—like—kinder weak under the belt."
"Dig! Dig like hell every man of you!" roared Frank in a frenzy of haste at thought that the girl who had proved such a friend in need might be dying within a few feet of them for want of a willing hand to give her succor.
They set to with a will.
"Dew Drop here," piped a voice that seemed to come out of the air, but from just what direction none could say.
They looked about; peered into every corner and crevice, then faced each other questioningly.
"Hello!" shouted Frank, but only the echoes of his own voice came back to him.