The Indian held up both hands to indicate that he had counted ten figures in the Indian camp.
"Canoe on shore," he added in a whisper.
"Only one?" asked Dick, in surprise.
"Five canoe," replied the Indian.
"If we can only get one," said Dick, "we'll be fixed for several days to come."
Just then the sound of a volley of musketry came to their ears.
"Mein gootness, what is dot?" said Fritz, excitedly.
"The British," whispered Dick. "It's firing from the valley. The troopers have evidently caught up to our friends."
"Dose oder red-fellers has heard, too," said Fritz.