“I believe your pulse is good now; and I think you will hardly have another attack to-day. If you do, just let me know it.”
“Oh, now I feel perfectly well,” responded Joe; and, seizing the rope, they were all soon again flying along on the trail of the savages.
A little before noon, while casting his eyes along the dim horizon in advance, Sneak abruptly paused, causing the rest to do likewise, and exclaimed, “Dod rot it.”
“What’s the matter, Sneak? Remember the promise you made,” said Boone.
“Oh,” replied Sneak, “in sich an extronary case as this, I can’t help saying that word yet awhile. But look yander!” he continued, pointing to a slight eminence a great distance in advance.
“True!” said Boone, “that is an Indian—but it is the only one hereabouts.”
“He is coming to meet us,” said Glenn.
“Yes! my goodness! he’s looking at us now,” cried Joe, retreating a few steps.
“If there are more of them watching us,” said Col. Cooper, “they are somewhere in our rear.”
“Oh! we’re surrounded!” cried Joe, leaping forward again.