“’Tain’t no use lookin’ at it easy. We’re facin’ the music—hard—this time. But we ain’t done yet. Not by a sight. It’s kind o’ lucky we’ve laid in a big store of ammunition an’ things.”
It was dark by now, except for the glow of Indian fires, which gave a weird light on all sides.
Rosebud drew closer to the man’s side. Her action passed unnoticed. His eyes were intent upon the dark horizon. He was watching, watching, with every faculty alert. He was listening, his ears ready to catch the faintest sound.
“It would be all right if only they could have sent word to the headquarters of the troops, I s’pose,” the girl said thoughtfully. “Just fancy the Indians cutting the telegraph wires and destroying the railway.”
“Yup. Guess they’ve had all winter to get things settled,” Seth responded indifferently, while he turned a keen ear to windward.
“What are you listening for?” asked Rosebud, quickly.
“General’s out scoutin’.”
“Yes, he’ll locate the Injuns when they git around.”
But just then Rosebud was thinking of other things.