“Yes, but this time they’ve got to like; and I know how to make them.”
Daybreak at last, and with that dawn all doubts about the mule-convoy were at an end, for the first streaks of dawn showed them about a mile ahead, trudging steadily along, while no broadening of the day, not even the rising of the sun, revealed that for which a most anxious lookout was kept, namely, so many dark dots to indicate that the Indians were on their trail.
“I say they won’t come now,” said Griggs decisively. “We’ll halt, sir, at the first water, and have a good rest and feed.”
“Will it be safe?” said the doctor.
“We must chance that, sir, for the sake of making horse, mule, man and boy fit for what more he has to do.”
“Well, perhaps so.”
“It won’t be losing time, and the mules and horses have done a good spell of work.”