“I know I can.”
“Then we go,” exclaimed Deerfoot, and a moment later they were cantering swiftly toward the open prairie.
“Where are we going?” demanded Joseph.
“We go back to Dixon’s,” said Deerfoot.
“Who said to do that?” exclaimed Robert in surprise. “I haven’t heard of anything like that.”
“Walt say go there,” explained Deerfoot.
“What about our dispatches?” demanded Joseph.
“He say band split. One half go Fort Armstrong. One half go Dixon’s. We go Dixon’s.”
“You’re sure about that, are you?” inquired Robert earnestly.
“Me sure,” said Deerfoot confidently.