VII
DAVY CHANGES JOBS
The Reverend Mr. Baxter came on herd soon; and Davy told him about the Indians.
“You might have let them go, Davy,” said Mr. Baxter, “and nobody would have blamed you.”
“Yes, sir; but I couldn’t,” answered Davy.
“Well,” mused Mr. Baxter, gazing at him with a rueful smile, “I don’t believe I could either. But lots of fellows would. Six armed Indians are rather many for one unarmed boy to tackle. But right makes might, Davy.”
“Yes,” agreed Davy. “I guess it does.”
Anyway, Hank Bassett and Sam the cook and the other men in the camp congratulated Davy on his spunk, until he wished that Billy Cody was there to know. But Billy was out with the bull train, and nobody might say when he would turn up again at this end of the trail.
“I guess I’ll send you in with a part of the herd to-morrow, Red,” quoth Hank, as if that were a reward for Davy’s pluck. “How’d you like to see Leavenworth again?”
“First-rate, Mr. Bassett,” answered Davy.