"Something is happening!" corrected Paul, while Mr. Bunn looked about for a safe retreat.
"Hi! Yi!" were the yells coming from the dust cloud, as the shooting increased. "Hi! Yi!"
"It's an Indian attack!" gasped Miss Pennington. "Oh, where can we hide?"
CHAPTER XII
SUSPICIONS
On came that rushing, swirling, swaying dust-cloud, and out of it continued to come those nerve-racking shouts, yells and shrill screams, accompanied by a fusillade of pistol shots.
"Can anything have occurred to gain us the anger of any of the inhabitants of this place?" asked Mr. DeVere, as he looked about apprehensively, and then at his daughters.
"It sounds like a lot of cowboys," spoke Alice. "At least I've read that's how they act when they paint the town red."
"Oh, Alice!" cried Ruth. "What language!"