“It is for me. I was just asking on your account,” and Robert winked at Deerfoot as he spoke. Horsemanship was a part of the education the boys had acquired from their Indian teacher and was a lesson they had learned as well as they had the others he had taught them. That was saying a great deal, too, for Deerfoot was a master who insisted that his pupils should always learn their lessons well.
“As though I couldn’t beat you riding any time!” retorted Joseph hotly. “I leave it to Deerfoot to decide which is the better rider.”
The question was not settled, however, for at this moment Walt come riding up to the place where they were standing in front of their tent.
“Those your horses?” he asked.
“Yes,” said Joseph. “Deerfoot got them for us from Major Stillman.”
“Good for him,” exclaimed Walt heartily. “I tried to get some from him myself, but he said he had no more horses. Deerfoot must have influence with the major.”
“Me get last t’ree horses,” announced Deerfoot.
“That’s fine!” said Walt heartily. “You’ll all need horses and need them soon, too.”
“What do you mean by soon?” Robert asked curiously.
“Tomorrow morning.”