A cry of astonishment and alarm came from Frank’s lips, and he used all his energy to check and turn his flying wheel.
Before them blazed a fire, and around that fire were gathered——
“Indians!” palpitated Harry Rattleton.
[CHAPTER V.—BLUE WOLF TRIES THE BICYCLE.]
“Indians!” echoed Jack Diamond.
“Indians?” grunted Bruce Browning, astonished.
“O-oh, Lordy!” gasped Toots. “Dis am whar a nigger boy I know is gwan teh lose his scalp fo’ suah!”
“Turn!” commanded Frank—“turn to the left, and we’ll make a run to get back through the pass.”
But they were seen, and the redskins about the fire sprang to their feet with loud whoops.
At the first whoop Toots gave a howl and threw up both hands.