Instead of answering Brother Wright pulled up short and looked intently in front of him.
“What’s the matter?” exclaimed Aunt Ruby in a high-pitched voice of alarm.
“Hush!” replied her companion, “don’t make a noise.”
Aunt Ruby’s heart began to beat violently. “Do you see anything?” she asked in a whisper.
“I see a man over there by the road, sitting on horseback with his right arm out pointing towards the waggon.”
“Oh! brother, I wish you had a carnal weapon of defence,” said Aunt Ruby in a shaking voice.
“I have,” replied Brother Wright, pulling an uncommonly useful-looking Colt’s revolver from his breeches pocket. “I always carry one in case of Injuns.”
Again they sat silent for a moment, the horses shook their heads, and one of them stamped a foot.
“Who goes there?” hailed Brother Wright in a loud defiant voice. “Drop that right arm of yours or I’ll fire.”
No answer.