“Nary one,” said the guide.
“I have been ordered to take some dispatches to General Miles, and you are to go with me to show me the way. You and I are to go alone.”
“I am ready,” said Carl.
“I have been talking with the captain about it, and he says that the Sioux will know of that dispatch as soon as Miles will. Now, it strikes me that there must be somebody here to carry the news.”
“I don’t know whether he meant that or not—I can’t say; but I have no fear of not getting into the fort with dispatches. When we come out and try to get home is where they are going to catch us.”
“Do you think that is the place they will watch for us?”
“It is always the place where I begin to use caution,” said the guide.
“You are not afraid to attempt it?”
Carl, the Trailer, raised himself up to his full height and looked at the lieutenant. He did not speak, and Parker did not press him for an answer.
“I don’t know but I should be afraid if I were in your place,” continued the lieutenant. “There are some people here who would not be anyways sorry to hear of your death.”