“Isn’t that the way into the cañon where those other Indians were lying in wait for us?”
“You’re mighty right, lieutenant,” admitted the scout.
“We must stop her!”
The scout remained silent, measuring the distance between them and the flying White Antelope, and the mouth of the cañon as well.
“We’ve got to stop her!” exclaimed Dick Danforth.
“How are you going to do it?” demanded Cody grimly.
Danforth picked up his carbine quickly. Cody at once laid his hand on the young officer’s arm.
“No, no, Dick!” he said, with feeling. “Not that!”
“What do you mean, scout?” demanded the young officer, displeased.
“You must not shoot that girl!”