This was followed by a long roll on the drum, and then another call oh the bugle.
After this all waited impatiently, gazing in the direction of the fort, which was, of course, hidden in the darkness.
"There they go!" cried Joe, and as he spoke two rockets flared up, dying out almost instantly.
The boys had planted two of the fireworks given them, and now these were touched off and went hissing skyward, leaving a trail of sparks behind. Two minutes later a single rocket went up from the fort.
"That's the last," observed old Benson.
"I'll wager that will set the Indians and the desperadoes to thinking," said Cass.
"They'll think some more when they see a camp-fire over Decker's Falls," put in Bernstein. "They'll imagine that they are being surrounded."
"Don't be too sure," came from the old scout. "White Ox is no fool. He has been through too much fighting. If we can only make him hold off a bit that's as much as we can expect. You can bet he'll have spies up here in less than an hour from now."
The march was now for Decker's Falls, a distance three miles to the westward. Again they
