They stood for a moment so overcome with horror that they could not act.
The savages seemed coming directly toward them.
To fall into the hands of the Comanches would be the worst kind of a fate, and our two friends had no desire in that direction.
Barney was the first to recover.
“Bejabers, we niver must shtay here!” he cried. “Shure it’s out av this we must get.”
“Yo’ bet!” cried Pomp.
“Shure, phwere will we go?”
“Fo’sho’ I donno nuffin’ ’tall.”
But Barney, in despair, started down the course of the stream.
Pomp followed him.