CHAPTER XIX
JERRY COMES BACK
“What’s that?” cried Ted Hoyt, stopping in his stride.
“Blest if I know,” panted Bob. “But come on, we can see from the hill over there!” and with this he started off again. When they reached the place Bob had thought would be a point of vantage, the mystery was explained.
“Soldiers!” Bob gasped as the outlines of the men grew clear against the star-lit sky as they topped a near-by ridge. “Cavalry!”
“You sure?” demanded Ted. “I wonder how in thunder they drifted into this here party. I figgered it was all ours.”
“I don’t know, but I am sure glad they’re here. Maybe they’ll catch those devils and then we won’t ever have any more trouble with ’em. But—listen!”
From a distance came the rattle of gunshots.
“The Greasers making a stand, I reckon,” was Ted Hoyt’s comment. “Probably a regular battle.”
Bob was about to reply when an interruption stopped the words that were on the end of his tongue. A crackling noise in the bushes had been the only warning Feather-in-the-Wind had given of his approach. But his companion was what surprised Bob.
Jerry again! Jerry, on whom the Indian was keeping a firm grip.