“Who’s going to shut the trap?” said Ned, laughing. “Why, Chris, you’re making a bull.”
“Oh no, I’m not. One or two would be enough to lead the Indians in; the others could shut the trap.”
“And what about the live bait that led the Indians in?” said Ned.
“They’d make for the way to get out, and climb up here.”
“Well, you are a Paddy,” cried Ned, laughing heartily. “You’re going to lead the enemy in, and show them the way out again. Can’t you see that if they followed the two who acted as bait they’d come out too?”
“Yes,” said Chris coolly, “but that wouldn’t matter.”
“What! Why, you’re all in a fog, and can’t see your way,” cried Ned.
“We’re not afraid of the Indians, and we could keep them off easily enough if we wanted to before we got back to our horses and rode away.”
“But the enemy would follow,” cried Ned, grinning.
“Well, suppose they did?” cried Chris; “they’d be on foot. They could climb out of the trap, but their ponies couldn’t.”