“Why not?”
“He is a powerful brave Injin, but plenty of his warriors can outrun him. This one was too good on his feet to be him.”
The couple gave their horses rein again, and they broke into a gallop which carried them swiftly toward their destination. The 205 glimmer of the camp-fire was discerned when they rode to the top of the next moderate elevation.
“Hark!” exclaimed Ballyhoo, abruptly checking his pony.
His companion did the same, for he had caught the sound, which was that made by many hoofs.
“The confounded beasts are still at it,” added the elder, allowing his steed to resume his walk.
“The boys may be driving them back to camp.”
“No; it doesn’t sound right.”
“Do you imagine the Comanches are taking any hand in this?”
“It doesn’t strike me so, but there’s no saying what those varmints will do; they’re so fond of stealing that they’ll run great risks.”