with his uncle the two had stopped at Risley's home and been agreeably entertained. Since that time, the Englishman, having grown more accustomed to pioneer life, had moved further westward and built himself a cabin twice as large as that previously occupied. But though the man was a good farmer and wood cutter, he was a poor marksman and hunter, and both he and his wife lived in dread of large wild animals and unfriendly Indians.
As said before, night was coming on, and under the lofty trees it was dark. They had now to pick their way with care, for fear of falling into some dangerous hole. Half a mile more was covered when Henry called a halt. Dave was glad of this for he had stepped on a loose stone but a moment before and given his ankle a nasty twist.
"I'm wondering which is the most direct road to Risley's," said the older youth.
"I believe that is the direction," answered Dave, pointing with his hand.
"I reckon you are right, Dave. And how far do you calculate we are from his cabin? "
"The best part of a mile."
"I agree again. Let us take a direct course. The Indians must be far to the rear—if they haven't given up the chase altogether."
A few minutes later they were again tearing their
