“What’s that, Bill?” gasped the trooper.
“Call the corporal.”
“You don’t mean to say you’ve captured an Indian since you left me?”
“Two.”
“No!”
“I tell you I have,” said Cody, with some exasperation. “Here are their arms. Get a move on you!” The surprised and half-doubting trooper made so much noise arousing his immediate officer that the lieutenant was awakened, too. He came down with the corporal and two men and went out with Cody to bring in the reds. It was a fact that none of the soldiers really believed Cody had captured two redskins until they saw the captives writhing on the ground.
“And I wouldn’t have had ’em much longer if you fellows had stopped to chin any more. They’re most free,” said Cody.
“Bill, you’re a wonder,” declared Dick Danforth.
“Thanks. Bring ’em in. Let’s see who the scamps are.”
This was done, the fire was renewed, and those of the troopers who had been aroused gathered around in a respectful circle to hear their lieutenant and the scout put the two bucks through their catechism.