about one o'clock
The mate and Don Luis , being both , as it were , invalided , were of course among those who were to remain . Bradley pleaded fatigue , and wished to stay in camp , and Biggs was left on guard with him . Where McPhail was last seen The trapper 's keen eyes A nap in the open air The Author woke up Camp-fires A surprise attempted Horses left in charge The tactics of the advance and the retreat A shot from a rifle , and a man wounded A salute The rifle shot explained Horses driven off A volley fired Poor Horry scalped The trapper promises vengeance The wounded man Grief at the loss of a friend A mystery explained Horry 's grave His funeral and monument . It must have been about one o'clock when we started , and , after half-an-hour 's hard riding , we came upon the spot where McPhail had last been seen . We shouted for some time as loudly as our lungs would let us , but heard nothing , save the howl of some hungry wolf , in reply . We then followed the trail at a brisk pace for eight or nine miles , but could discover nothing of our missing friend . There seemed no possibility of ascertaining whether he had proceeded in the direction in question or not , as the marks made by the horses of the party in the morning , on their way out , somewhat confused the old trapper .