“Let’s get right out of here!” she wailed. “If we don’t, we’ll all be killed and scalped. Oh, dear! Colonel, aren’t you going to do something to save your family?”
“My family is safe enough right here. Where’s Dell?”
“I haven’t seen her, colonel, since——”
At that moment Dell came hurriedly into the room. The colonel noticed that she had her revolvers in her belt-holsters. She was also carrying a pair of silver spurs.
“One good thing about me,” said she, “is that I travel light. Whenever I decide to make a move, I don’t usually have to rustle even my spurs or my hardware.”
Seating herself, she began buckling the spurs to her small heels.
“My goodness, child,” cried Mrs. Colonel, “what are you going to do?”
“Ride,” answered Dell, bending down and pulling at the spur-straps.
“Ride!” palpitated Mrs. Colonel, with a wild look at her husband. “Why, haven’t you heard Geronimo is loose, and that——”
“That’s why I’m going,” said Dell.