“He understands Injuns,” the dog’s master returned significantly. No more was said for a while, and the two men peered out into the darkness with eyes trained to such watchfulness.
“’Bout them tents?” said Rube later on.
“They’re the troops. The postmaster told me they were comin’ hard.”
“Kind o’ handy.”
It was very dark. The moon had not yet risen. Presently Seth fetched a chair. The older man watched him seat himself a little wearily.
“Hurt some?” he said.
“Jest a notion,” Seth replied in his briefest manner.
“Say, you got around jest in time.”
“Yup. Wanaha put me wise after I left here, so I came that aways. Say, this is jest the beginnin’.”
“You think——”