“What possessed you to ask such a question?”
“Don’t know; just come into my mind. Do you s’pose there are any Injins roving round the country to-night?”
“I am sure I cannot tell, but I think it extremely probable. Are you fearful that there are some upon our trail?”
“There might be! No; I was thinking if we should come across any of them, they might be able to tell us whether any of them chaps think we’re lost, and have run off with my mare.”
“Should we meet a lot of those savages, no doubt they would tell us something else besides that.”
“I expect so,” and he wheeled around and strode ahead again. It was now getting near midnight, and I was completely worn out. It was out of the question to reach the camp that night, and we might as well submit to our fate at once, so I spoke rather decidedly.
“I’m tired of this.”
Nat turned and looked at me a second, and then answered:
“So am I. We’ve to camp out to-night, and there’s no use in waiting till morning afore we do it. Ain’t it lucky you brought your blanket with you? It would go hard to do without that to-night.”