The danger of being caught by the Indians now
seemed to be passed, but Bert realized that it would never do to approach
his party without giving warning of his coming, as the chances were they
would take him for an enemy and shoot before he could make himself known
to them.
For a time he was at a loss to think of some signal that would be
recognized by those within the improvised fort, but at last had an
inspiration. Softly he whistled a bar of one of the old college songs.
There was no reply at first, but he repeated the refrain a little louder
this time, and was overjoyed to hear the tune taken up by a whistle that
he recognized as Tom's. He waited a few minutes, to give Tom time to warn
the others of his coming, and then ran swiftly forward until he reached
the inclosure.
Dick and Tom almost hugged him in their joy at his safe return, and then
questioned him anxiously as to whether he had sent the message.
"I got it through, all right," said Bert, "and I don't think there's much
doubt that somebody received it. Now it's only a question of holding out
until help comes.
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