"Indians agin," breathed Tony.
"By the great jumpin' cats," exclaimed Texas. "What do you suppose they're up to?"
"They are chasing somebody," declared Wild Bill confidently, knowing the ways of the savages thereabouts as he did. "The question is, who or what is it."
"Dew Drop, mebby," suggested Harry.
"Yes, mebby the skunks have got wise to her," added Texas. "But if the cutthroats do her dirt they'll have to reckon with me. She's been the squarest little pard that a bunch ever come up with. She's got some white blood in her, I'll bet my spurs on that."
The outlaws listened in awed silence as the yells grew louder, increasing steadily in volume.
"More of 'em joined in the chase," nodded Bill. "Guess the whole village is out on the warpath."
"And they're coming this way," asserted Frank.
"Mebby we'd a better git back in the cave," urged Texas. "We can watch out from there."