“Then there must have been a lot of poor trash over yonder,” chuckled Dick, “for I can see a number of trees down.”
“Oh! what was that!” suddenly asked Roger.
“It sounded to me like a groan,” his companion admitted, as both of them stood still in order to listen.
“There it comes again, Dick, and, just as you said, it must be a groan. I wonder if any one could have been caught under a tree when it fell?”
“We must be cautious how we move forward,” as Dick’s advice, “because we know the treacherous nature of these Indians.”
“Do you mean it might turn out to be a trap?” demanded Roger.
“There is always a chance of that, so, while we make our way in that direction, we must be ready to run if we discover any lurking reds about.”
Dick also kept his rifle in readiness in case of a sudden emergency. It might be a shot would check a rush on the part of their enemies, and thus enable the boys to get a fair start.
Guided by the groans, which now came louder and more frequently, they were not long in making a discovery.