“There’s a bunch of prowlers near where the ponies were, but what they are doing I can’t make out without going down there. I thought best to call you first.”
“Go away while I dress! I will be with you in a moment. Don’t awaken the girls just yet.”
“Where are they?” she whispered, stepping up beside him.
Hippy pointed towards the creek.
“I don’t see them now, but I did just before you came out,” he said.
“Hold your place, please, and keep a sharp lookout. I want to take a look from the other side of the camp.” Grace crept away in the darkness, but in a few moments came back.
“They are up near the trail now, and I think they are mounted, for I heard a horse whinney,” declared Grace. Running to the tents she awakened her companions. Elfreda was directed to take her place out in front, with Lieutenant Wingate and Grace, to assist in defending the camp.
The three defenders were armed with rifles, in addition to which Hippy and Grace each carried a revolver.
“What is the plan?” questioned Hippy, seeking final directions.
“Should we be shot at we will shoot back. That’s all I can say in advance,” replied Grace.