“What do you propose doing, then?” asked little Ruby, quietly.
Boone looked at her several minutes before answering.
“You tell me these men are after you, Miss. Well, nothing is surer than that we can’t get into the fort by daylight. We are only seven miles from Harrodsburg now, and if we run too fast, we shall only fall into a well-prepared ambush.”
“Shall we wait here, then?” she asked, glancing round her with a quick catch of her breath.
“Not by a jugfull,” said bluff Kenton, interrupting. “See hyar, cunnel, ef you’ve come acrost a trail ahead, I’ve found ’nuther. Them ornery cusses is arter us; and ef we wait hyar, we’ll hev to fight afore we’re two hours older. So now.”
Boone looked keenly at his friend.
“How do you know, Simon?” he asked.
“I heern ’em,” said Kenton, laconically.
“Heard what?—shots, yells? I heard nothing.”
And the great hunter looked doubtfully at Kenton, for he had never yet met his own match for keenness of senses.