emerging from his tent as Dick, taking the brook that
flowed in front at a flying leap, came crashing through
the bushes into the midst of the fur-packs at full speed.
"Injuns!" ejaculated Dick, reining up, and vaulting
out of the saddle. "Hundreds of 'em. Fiends incarnate
every one!"
"Are they near?"
"Yes; an hour'll bring them down on us. Are Joe
and Henri far from camp to-day?"
"At Ten-mile Creek," replied Cameron with an expression