"Then what's the matter?" asked Ted, as Clay returned to his gloomy contemplation of the fire.
"I'm worried some, that's all," was the reply.
"Tell your troubles to the policeman, that's us."
"Well, I might as well out with it. Only I don't want to appear as if I was gettin' panicky over nothing."
"What is it, Clay? You are so provoking when I am just dying to hear about it," cried Stella with a laugh. "Out with it."
"Injuns!" said Clay explosively.
"Indians!"
Every one around the fire sat up with a jump.
Clay nodded his head slowly without taking his eyes from the fire.
There was silence for a few minutes, for every one was turning this new menace over in their minds.