They had not finished eating, when Jehiel noticed that his horse had stopped eating, and was looking in the direction from which they had come.
"There comes them cussed Pawnees, not a mile away," he said. "We must get out of here, or shed blood."
The next moment they were mounted and speeding away over the plain, satisfied from the yells of the savages who were in pursuit, that they had been already discovered. Placing one of his revolvers in the hand of Snowdrop, he said:
"If we must, we must, I suppose; but I don't want to. You ride on ahead, and I will stop here and settle their hash for them!"
The Pawnees were within rifle-shot, and were fast gaining upon the scout and Snowdrop, who would not leave him.
On they came—nearer and still nearer—until, in an instant, Snowdrop raised her revolver and fired.
"Gosh! gal, you made a hole clean through that critter. Now I'll fix the other one."
The remaining Pawnee had turned his horse and was leaving as fast as possible, but he could not outrun the bullet from the rifle of the scout; so went on a visit to the happy hunting-grounds sooner than he expected or wished.
Then they turned and again started on, when a sight met them that caused the scout to halt and exclaim:
"Gewhillakens! Look at that!"