Presently the old hunter drew rein, and motioned the others to do the same.
"Somebody ahead," he said in a low voice. "Four or five men on hossback. If I aint mistaken they're Injuns, too."
"Indians!" exclaimed Joe. "Do they come this way often?"
"No, lad. Fact is, they haven't any right over here, so close to the fort. It's against Colonel Fairfield's rules."
"Then what can they be doing here?"
"That's for us to find out."
Old Benson led the way to a side trail, and then into the shelter of a number of trees.
He quickly passed the pelt over to Darry.
"Both of you stay here until I get back," he said. "I'm going to find out what those redskins are up to."
"You won't be gone long, will you?" asked Joe.
"Don't expect to be gone over an hour at the most. If I aint back in two hours, make up your mind something has happened. Then you'll have to get back to the fort the best way you can," concluded the old scout.
A moment later the darkness of the night hid him from their view, and they were left alone in the bit of timberland.
