“That’s what we want you to tell us, lad. When they began we were afraid they had got you. How did it all happen?”
Chris explained in a few words, and then began questioning, to learn how those he had left behind were nearly taken by surprise, but their preparations proved too perfect and a few shots had driven the Indians back.
“Spoiled our night’s rest, though,” said Griggs dryly, “for there was no sleep for fear of the redskins stealing by us in the dark and driving off the cattle.”
“Ah,” said Chris, with a sigh. “My poor mustang!”
“Poor brute, yes,” said Griggs. “It was a thousand pities. I liked that pony. He made me jealous of you.”
“Don’t talk about him,” said Chris quickly. “I tried so hard to save him.”
“You did, my lad; you did.”
“How do you know?” said Chris, staring.
“How do I know? Why, didn’t I tell you the redskins spoiled our night’s rest?”
“Yes.”