He was astounded to note the character of the buildings. They had been the work of white men, it was evident.
Muro, with the boys, and the wagons came in sight before ten o'clock, to the intense relief of John. He suspected the cause of the delay.
"We had a lively brush with them, for a while," said Harry, "but we had no fear at any time."
"Harry is right about that, but I want to tell you we have a different class of fighters to deal with than anything we have experienced so far," added George. "Why our fire didn't seem to frighten them a bit, and they adopted the regular Indian plan of getting behind trees and brush."
"What kind of a town is that!" asked Harry, as he took the first glimpse of the place through the trees.
"Something different in that line, too, as well as in the fighting," answered John, as he smiled at the question.
"How big a town is it?" asked George.
"I judge, from its size, that there must be fully a thousand natives there, but they are keeping pretty close. Do you see the line of breastworks all around the place!"
The boys were astonished at what they saw. No wonder the other tribes hesitated to attack them.