“I see it is nearly dark, and Fort Adams is still a number of miles away. We shall not be able to reach there until far into the night. Why not encamp where we are and finish the journey leisurely in the morning? There seems to be no particular danger.”
“I tell you there is danger,” was the fierce reply of the scout; “did you see that Thing on the mustang?”
“Yes; and I have seen it before.”
“And so have I, and I can tell yer it means something. When that comes ’round, there’s the worst kind of deviltry close on to its heels; you can bet on that.”
“Then we are not yet through with the Indians, after believing we were perfectly clear of them.”
“I didn’t say that—but what I mean is that some deviltry is brewing; we’re right in the middle of these hills, and the best thing we can do is to get ahead while we can.”
“Hush!” exclaimed Lizzie Manning, in an awed voice; “what is the meaning of that?”