Alden turned his mare about and galloped to where the leader of the company was riding beside another man, and told him Shagbark wished a few words with him. Fleming instantly moved forward, and was soon engaged in earnest conversation with the guide.
“Wal, Al, did Shagbark ’spress sorrer fur the way he treated me?” asked Jethro, as his friend joined him.
“Nothing of the kind; you may have noticed that I pointed my glasses toward the prairie ahead?”
“Yas; I had my eye on you.”
“Well, some miles off is a large party of Indians on horseback; they are keeping us in sight, but don’t think we know anything of them.”
“Gorrynation!” gasped Jethro; “you don’t say so; what am dey gwine to do?”
“Quite likely they will attack our camp to-night.”
Jethro gasped again and nearly fell out of the saddle.
“W-w-what we gwine to do?” he stammered.
“Make the best fight we can; you can shoot pretty well, Jeth, and you may have a chance
