soon reached, and found that the faithful squaw had
tied their steeds to the bushes, and, moreover, had
bundled up their goods into a pack, and strapped it on
the back of the pack-horse; but she had not remained
with them.
"Bless yer dark face!" ejaculated Joe, as he sprang
into the saddle and rode out of the clump of bushes.
He was followed immediately by the others, and in
three minutes they were flying over the plain at full
speed.