It is seldom that an Indian loses his way, but at length I began to fear that he was at fault.  He acknowledged, indeed, that he was so.  We unslung our guns, hoping that if we fired our friends would hear the report, and fire theirs in return, but neither Hugh's nor mine would go off.  We put on fresh caps, and both again snapped.  I felt in my pouch for my pricker, to try and clear out the nipple, but could not find it. I asked Hugh for his.