It seemed stranger than luck, that he had been compelled to ride so far on this particular morning; as if mother's steadfast faith in prayer and the guardianship of angels was justified by actual facts.
Still, Buddy was too hard-headed to assume easily that angels had driven the horses up the creek so that he would have to ride up there and discover the Indian fires.

If angels could do that, why hadn't they stopped Colorou from going on the warpath?
It would have been simpler, in Buddy's opinion.
He did not mention the angel problem to his father, however.

Bob Birnie was eating breakfast with his men when Buddy rode up to the cabin and told the news.

The boys did not say anything much, but they may have taken bigger bites by way of filling their stomachs in less time than usual.
"I'll go see for myself," said Bob Birnie.

"You boys saddle up and be ready to start.