“Five thousand, four hundred and twenty eight.”
From the remark of the horseman, it was evident that the flock of sheep stolen by the Comanches belonged to him and his party. Lancaster, therefore had no hesitation in replying,
“We seed a drove of almost that size go ’long this morning.”
“Did you count ’em?”
“I rather think not.”
“Pretty good sized drove?”
“Right smart size.”
“Who was driving on them!”
“A half dozen Comanches.”
“There’s our sheep!” exclaimed the horseman clapping his knee and turning his face toward his companions, who merely looked their reply without speaking.