Clear as a bell the command rang from his lips.
It rolled down the long line of heavy wagons.
It passed from mouth to mouth, and the train came to a standstill on the plain.
Everybody was on tiptoe.
The guide pointed to the west.
“Look,” he said, and then they saw the mounted Indians sweeping down upon them.
A few women screamed.
“Stop that!” said Mustang Max. “I want no noise except what I feel inclined to make. Don’t let me hear another of those yawps, now I tell you.”
“But they are sweeping down upon us at full speed,” anxiously said one of the men.
“Don’t flurry yourself,” smiled the tall guide; “they ain’t foolish enough to rush upon loaded rifles in broad daylight. They’ll stop before they get within gunshot—you can bet your dear life they will. They can see who’s the boss of this train when they happen to clap their peepers on me, and they won’t hurt my feelings by rushing at me in that style.”