then when he felt a faint drowsiness stealing over him, he moved about for a brief space until he felt fully awake. Then he listened to the heavy breathing which came from some of the wagons, to the stamping of the horses, some of which were still on their feet, with an occasional murmur of voices from those who had not yet drifted into forgetfulness.
Suddenly through the stillness, Jethro Mix called in a husky undertone:
“Helloa, Al, am you dere?”
“Of course I am; what do you want?”
“Dere’s somebody out dere, and not fur off, too!” was the startling explanation of the hail. “Haben’t you seed him?”
“No. Is it an Indian?”
“Dunno; he’s on de back ob a boss; come ober here and take a look fur yourself.”
Alden knew the objection to leaving his post, but he thought the circumstances justified him in joining his friend for a few minutes. He hastily crossed the intervening space.
“Where did he show himself, Jeth?”
“Right in front ob us; wait till dat cloud passes and you’ll see him suah.”
The surprise came the next moment, when
