try. They don't just dare to kill us, but if they can make us show fight they'll dare anything."
Fascinated and with his heart galloping furiously, Lander watched the knife. Now it was reenforced by other knives and amid horrible yelling the back of the tent was slit to ribbons. Ferocious faces appeared in the openings and fairly spat at them. One man, in a delirium of rage, contented himself with thrusting his body half-way into the tent and stabbing and hacking the ground with his knife, all the time emitting the most devilish shrieks.
"Trying to scare us into stampeding," lazily informed Bridger. "Now sit tight an' don't budge a muscle. They won't shoot at us."
The warning was timely, else Lander would have leaped to his feet to sell his life dearly. Several bucks thrust their guns through the tent and discharged them into the fire, blowing coals and ashes all about
"That's why I made a blaze," Bridger cheerfully explained. "If it had been dark they'd 'a' hit us."
As if acting on a prearranged signal the band now rushed close to the front of the tent and ripped off a hide in order to expose more fully
