“Yes.”
“How many horses have they?”
“There are as many horses as there are men.”
“Do you think they know we are coming?”
“I have no doubt of it.”
“What shall we do?”
“Drive them out.”
“It can’t be done! It can’t be done! We haven’t but seven men.”
“Yes, it can be done,” said Kit quietly. “Now if you’ll do just what I say, I’ll show you how.”
Seeing his calmness and confidence, a new spirit of enthusiasm entered the hearts of the men, and they all cordially and willingly followed the directions of the young scout. Three of them were selected to advance along the trail toward the Indians. The other four, together with their prisoner, were to be concealed in a cluster of bushes near which the halt had been made. Just what the young Indian in their midst would do if left to himself no one of the trappers knew, but as they were fearful that he might try to betray them it was deemed wiser to compel him to remain where he then was.