was Arnold by the indignation that he felt at Thunder-maker's
treacherous proposal that he rose as he spoke and poured out the torrent
of his anger with reckless vehemence. Holden also got up, anticipating
that the Indian might attempt some deed of revenge, seeing that he had
displayed his hand to the sight of enemies who might make much of this
knowledge in an appeal to Mighty Hand.

[Illustration: DACOTAHS! DACOTAHS! COME QUICK TO THE HELP OF
THUNDER-MAKER! HE IS BURNING WITHIN WITH FIRE. QUICK! QUICK!]

But Thunder-maker was too cunning to risk violent measures with two
such powerful antagonists. He merely waited until Arnold had finished
his tirade. Then he suddenly leaped out from the tent, threw himself
upon the ground, and uttered wild screams that immediately roused the
entire camp.

"Dacotahs! Dacotahs! Come quick to the help of Thunder-maker! The evil
spirits of the water have witched him! He is burning within with fire.
Quick! quick!"

Instantly the camp was in an uproar, and men came rushing from all
directions, bearing arms and torches that they had snatched from the
still burning camp-fires. And before the Englishmen were well aware of
the sudden change of affairs, a score of hands had seized them, and many
strands of thongs bound them helpless, hand and foot.

[2] Heaven.

CHAPTER X

A DEATH-TRAP

"Wake up! Do you want to sleep all your senses away?"

It seemed but an hour after the tired boys had laid down their heads
that the above words were bellowed through the opening in the tent.

Bob sat up and rubbed his eyes.

Yes, it was really morning. There was no doubt about that, for the sun
was pouring into the tent in a warm stream, the birds were filling the
woods with music, and the perfume of Nature was creeping all around
them.

One entire end of the tent had been thrown open to reveal these
delights, and when Arnold opened his eyes he saw the gigantic figure of
his Scottish host doing its best to fill the space. There was a
good-humoured smile on the man's face--a smile that betokened a heart of
the largest dimensions.

Bob soon roused his chum, who was buried in a blanket.

"What's the matter?" questioned the latter, as he unrolled from the
coverings.

"Can you not smell it?" demanded Mackintosh.

"Fried bacon and coffee--yes--ripping!" was the reply as Alf began to
move, being inspired to haste by the odour that proceeded from the
camp-fire beyond the tent, where Haggis