“Foller ’em up,” was the brief reply.
“We mout flank past ’em.”
“’Twould be no use. We’d lose as much as we’d gain.”
“’Tain’t an hour to daylight now.”
“I know; but ’twon’t do to resk diskivery yit!” said Scarred Eagle, with a tremor in his voice. “We must fust git into camp, an’ try to find where Brom, ef he’s alive, is confined. Then—’ll come the resk.”
“Goodbrand an’ the rest must be at the jut afore this.”
“They won’t move ’ithout a good reason till they hear something of us. Not till the last minnit must we signal an attack—not till t’other plan fails.”
The two were stealing forward again, keeping as near to the retreating Indians as possible without danger of discovery.
“Thar’ll be a powwow when these ’uns git in with thar burdens,” said Mace. “It’ll rouse the hull nest.”
“It’ll be the more in our favor,” said the other. “We must keep a sharp watch for the Indian girl.”