"Not a bit of a Guy Fawkes about him," commented Gus. "He don't believe in blowing up folks with gunpowder."
"Nor with words either," interrupted Aggie, "but who was Guy Fawkes, Gus?"
"Oh, a man put a lot of gunpowder in the cellar of the English House of Congress."
"Of Parliament," corrected George.
"Of Parliament, then, it means all the same thing, and he intended when the King and all the members of Parliament were in the house to set fire to the powder and blow them all up. But they found out the plot just in time, and Guy was hung up; or had his head chopped of, I forget which."
"Good for him" said George. "Hullo, here comes Guy, looking really frightened for once in his life! What is the matter, Guy?"
But Guy made him no answer, but hurried on to Mr. Harwood and whispered a few words in his ear.
"You don't say so!" he ejaculated with a startled look. "Whereabouts are they?"
"Back of the camp, sir. Mr. Graham says he thinks they are after the cattle and horses. But they are to far off for us to see them plainly, and it was some time before I could make Mr. Graham believe they were Indians at all."