“Keep low and close to me, Bob,” warned Joseph as they hurried forward.
“I’m all right, Joe,” cried Robert. “Forget me and give all your attention to those red demons over there.”
The fire of the Whites was most effective and the Indians appeared to be giving way.
“They’re running,” shouted Robert. “Keep right after them.”
Apparently what Robert had said was true. The Indians did seem to be leaving their positions, but they certainly were not retreating, as subsequent events soon proved.
“We’ve got ’em!” cried Robert, who was almost beside himself with excitement. “We’ve got ’em now, and now’s the time to finish them up.”
“Don’t expose yourself too much, Red,” cautioned Mason, who kept close beside the two young brothers. Robert was absolutely regardless of danger and ran forward fearlessly, with no thought other than to load and fire his rifle as many times as possible.
“They can’t——”
“Look out!” cried Mason, breaking in on what Robert had started to say.
“What is it?” shouted Joseph in response to Mason’s warning.