Lieutenant Hallowell was wiser. This was his second year in Indian country.
"No, no! I know Injuns when I see 'em. Gid-dap! Yip!"
"Well, by thunder, I'll see for myself."
So the captain clambered from the seat to the side step, and hanging hard to the front wagon-bow, took a good look.
"Indians, aren't they?" asked the lieutenant, braced to the lines.
"Yes; and coming like blazes!"
That they were. The objects that had resembled turkeys were their feathered heads rising from a ravine. They were fully out now; had dropped their buffalo-robes, and all exposed in the open were tearing for the road.
"How many, Cap?"
"About thirty."
"Oh, dear!" sighed young Lieutenant Hallowell, "I'll never see Lizzie again."