"Here, Crusoe, come--"
It was too late; the dog barked loudly and savagely
at the moment, and a troop of Indians came coursing
over the plain. On hearing the unwonted sound they
wheeled directly and made for the camp.
"It's a war party; fly, lads! nothin' 'll save our
scalps now but our horses' heels," cried Joe.
In a moment they vaulted into the saddle and urged
their steeds forward at the utmost speed. The savages
observed them, and with an exulting yell dashed after