“No; I think not. I dare say we shall be having the day break within one hour, then the exciting time will begin.”
“Do you think we shall see Griggs again?”
“Oh yes, of course. He’s a fleet runner, and I shouldn’t be a bit surprised to see him come tearing along with a band of mounted Indians at his back.”
“Do you really think so, father, or is this only to encourage me?”
“Both, my boy. Come, keep a good heart. I shall be glad when the day comes—shan’t you?”
“Yes, father. But do you think the ponies and mules will stray away?”
“I hope not, my boy. Oh no, it’s not likely. Cheer up; we shall do it, never fear.”
Chris heaved a big sigh.
“Why, hullo, my boy! Do you call this cheering up?” said the doctor.
“Yes, father. That was only the melancholy being driven off,” said Chris with a forced laugh. “I’m going to be cheerful enough, and shoot straight when the Indians come. I’m sorry for them, but I must, for everybody’s sake.”