The led horse being light and wild, kept well up, and in a marvellously short space of time they were at Ten-mile Creek.
"Hallo, Dick, wot's to do ?" inquired Joe Blunt, who was up to his knees in the water setting a trap at the moment his friend galloped up.
"Injuns! Where's Henri ?" demanded Dick.
"At the head o' the dam there." Dick was off in a moment, and almost instantly returned with Henri galloping beside him.
No word was spoken.

In time of action these men did not waste words.
During Dick's momentary absence, Joe Blunt had caught up his rifle and examined the priming, so that when Dick pulled up beside him he merely laid his hand on the saddle, saying, "All right!" as he vaulted on Charlie's back behind his young companion.

In another moment they were away at full speed.

The mustang seemed to feel that unwonted exertions were required of him.

Double weighted though he was, he kept well up with the other horse, and in less than two hours after Dick's leaving the camp the three hunters came in sight of it.
Meanwhile Cameron had collected nearly all his forces and put his camp in a state of defence before the Indians arrived, which they did suddenly, and, as usual, at full gallop, to the amount of at least two hundred.