So away the two horses bounded, side by side, and the act brought forth a series of wild yells that caused the color to leave the face of the young girl, though she remained outwardly calm.
"Ride on, Miss Foshay, for I wish to get a better look at them."
"And you?"
"Will follow close upon the heels of your horse."
"No, you see what I do, that the Indians are preparing to fire, and wish to protect me by your own form. We ride side by side, Lieutenant Carey."
Kit laughed lightly, at being so understood, and glancing behind him saw the puff of smoke from a dozen rifles, followed by the reports and the whizz of the bullets.
"So that is the way a bullet sounds, is it?" coolly said Emma Foshay, as the leaden messengers flew by, evidently fired to frighten and not hit the fugitives.
"Yes, they make unpleasant music, Miss Foshay; but once we get over that rise we must try and press on out of range."
Soon after the horses dashed over the rise referred to, and were then put to their full speed, and rapidly gained upon the redskins, who, coming again in sight, now fired at their flying foes.
"Ha! my horse is hit, but I hope it is nothing serious," said the lieutenant, as he heard the thud of the bullet when it hit his horse, and felt the splendid animal writhe under him.