“They are coming!” was the answer.
“Tell us where, that we may see also,” the other urged.
“Then turn this way, and look between those two leaning trees,” said the guide. “But be careful that you move slowly. It is the quick actions that catch the suspicious eye of an Injun.”
“Oh! now I can see them plainly,” whispered Roger. “They are heading straight for us!”
“Blackfoot warriors for a certainty!” Dick muttered.
“Can you see the white man plainly, Dick?” asked Roger, impatiently.
“Not just yet,” came the reply. “He must be back among some of the Indians who hide him. But we will soon know what to expect. Keep watching.”
Almost immediately Roger himself gave a grunt. It sounded as though bitter chagrin was connected with the sound.
“There, I saw him plainly, Dick,” he whispered, “and it isn’t Jasper Williams at all. The man is a Frenchman, unless my eyes deceive me, and I ought to know what one of them looks like.”