"Yes, here's your Indian!" shouted Joe, doubling up with laughter.
"Whoa, Indian," soothed Cal, walking up to the peaceful animal, "let's see if he hit you."
But the merriment of the lads was increased when an examination of the horse failed to show a scratch or mark upon it.
"That's another on you, Ding-dong," laughed Nat, "you're a fine sentinel. Why, you can't even hit a horse."
"Well, let the Dutchman try and see if he can do any better," rejoined Ding-dong with wounded dignity.
CHAPTER X.
ALONG THE TRAIL.
"Voss iss dot aboudt mein horse?"