"We'll all go," said Andrew McClure; "we'll follow Harry: where he goes we'll go,—that is, if the old folks think best."
"I'll go," said Hugh Crawford, "if it's thought best."
By this time the news had spread. Israel Blanchard, Wood, and Holt came in, and, after hearing what had been said and done, approved heartily of the proceedings.
"Ain't you and McClure goin', Brad?" asked Rangely.
"We ain't often behind, Ned, when bullets are flying; and sha'n't be now, I reckon."
Holdness, perceiving by the looks of Harry Sumerford that he had something he would like to say, remarked,—
"Harry, I see you've somewhat on your mind: what is it?"
"I think, Mr. Holdness, there are people here whose judgment is worth a great deal more than mine."
"The more minds, the better: I want to hear it," said Blanchard.
"I've been thinking whether the Black Rifle wouldn't go. There are always fifteen or twenty men that'll follow him anywhere; and they are just the men we want. He offered to go with Braddock, but the old goat wouldn't have him."