Never had Shagbark uttered so pointed praise, and it sent a grateful thrill through the youth, who could not doubt the sincerity of the words.
“Now ’bout that darky,” added the guide; “it won’t do to put any dependence on him.”
“He means well, but I shouldn’t advise you to trust him too far.”
“No fear of that, but he such a big, hulking chap and eats so much that he oughter be made to do something; I’m going to put him on tother side of this wagon and make him b’leve it’s the most important post of all, and that if he drops asleep, the whole shebang will be wiped out by the redskins. Mebbe he’ll be able to stay awake but I don’t b’leve it.”
Shagbark walked as silently as a shadow to the middle of the circle, where the fire had sunk to smouldering embers. He had seen Jethro there some minutes before and as he expected found him sitting on the ground, upon which he had spread his blanket. The spot attracted the dusky youth, for it was farthest removed from the wagons, and was the safest place except the interior of the vehicles. He would have cuddled down there among the sleepers, had not Shagbark notified him that he had work for him to do.
Jethro did not hear the soft footfall, but hastily climbed to his feet when the guide gruffly spoke to him:
“Wal, younker, be ye ready?”
“Ise allers readdy to do my dooty; what is it you want, Mr. Shagbark?”
“Ye know how ticklish things is to-night; we must all take turns in watching fur the redskins that will be sure to try to steal in among the wagons and skulp us all; ye are to stand guard till the middle of night, when some one else will take yer place,—that is if ye live to give ’em a chance.”
Jethro’s teeth rattled at these awful words.