White smiled. "I'll remain with the company, of course." Then he turned back to where Rhonda Terry still stood, a trifle pale, her pistol ready in her hand.
"You'd best remain in the car, Miss Terry," he said. "It will afford you some protection from arrows. You shouldn't expose yourself as you have."
"I couldn't help but overhear what you said to Mr. Orman," said the girl. "Do you really think they will keep on picking us off like this?"
"I am afraid so; it is the way they fight. I don't wish to frighten you unnecessarily, but you must be careful."
She glanced at the two bodies that lay quiet now in the grotesque and horrible postures of death. "I had no idea that arrows could kill so quickly." A little shudder accompanied her words.
"They were poisoned," explained the major.
"Poisoned!" There was a world of horror in the single word.
White glanced into the tonneau of the car. "I think Miss Madison has fainted," he said.
"She would!" exclaimed Rhonda, turning toward the unconscious girl.
Together they lifted her to the seat, and Rhonda applied restoratives; and, as they worked, Orman was organizing a stronger advance guard and giving orders to the white men clustered about him.