“Don’t you believe anything of the sort, Billie,” urged Donald, when the stout chum ventured to mention his fears on this score.
“No,” added Adrian, positively; “they knew that the medicine man meant every word of it when he warned them that the old chief would set some of his braves on their track, after nightfall. Make
your mind easy, for Braddon isn’t the kind of man to take chances, when he can get away. They’re whipping their ponies for all they’re worth, so as to cover as many miles as they can before another dawn.”
As the others were so confident, Billie began to lose his nervousness. Perhaps after all this was more the result of the terrible scenes he had looked upon that afternoon, than any real fear of the three rascals whose departure from the Zuni village had been so hurried.
“On the whole,” said Adrian, “I don’t think any of us will get too much sleep this same night.”
“Why so?” asked Billie, as though wondering what new tribulations might threaten them now.
“Listen!” said the other, holding up his hand.
They had finished their supper, and were lying around taking their ease at the time this conversation sprang up.
“Well, they are pretty noisy over there in the village, for a fact,” admitted Billie, as he caught the sound of wild shouts, and a sort of native song that many voices chanted in unison; “but once let me snuggle down, with my head under my good old blanket, and nothing like that will keep me awake.”
“From what I’ve seen of some of your performances,” admitted Adrian, “I reckon you’re right, Billie. But Donald has agreed that we pull up stakes