“Devil you say!” exclaimed the Colonel, jumping up and into his trousers, and hurrying to the door.
“They’ll be here any minute,” said Fred.
Aunt ‘Liza gave a hysterical scream. Alta, trembling with excitement, ran to comfort her.
“How do you know that?” demanded the Colonel.
“No time to tell now, get ready.”
“Go wake the boys”—Fred was on his way before the Colonel had finished the sentence.
Bill and Pete were in a sound sleep, but the word “Injuns” cleared their dazed senses quickly enough.
“How big a band is it?” asked the Colonel, coming up with his rifle.
“About twenty bucks, with a white devil at their head.”
“We’ll need help.”