“Yes! In that case we are up a tree.”
“And of course if the Indians are hospitable we—- Ah! Look there?”
She indicated a point a little way up the river. A man had emerged from the trees. He stood there regarding them for a moment, then without a sign he withdrew.
“An Indian,” said Joy quickly. “I am sure of it!”
“Yes,” answered Dick Bracknell slowly, “an Indian. But he may be one of these men who are following us. The question is, what are we to do? Our way lies up river.”
“Perhaps it will be better if we take to the woods again,” suggested Miss La Farge.
“There is little to be gained by doing that,” replied Bracknell. “The man has seen us, and if he is hostile he will follow. The only course, I think, is to keep straight on.”
They were still discussing when Joy broke in.
“The question is solved for us,” she said quickly. “There are men in the wood behind us. See!”
She had scarcely spoken when an Indian stepped from the wood, and another followed, and another until seven men stood on the trail.