“They’ll burn us out.”
“Yes; the old house is bound to go, and we’re going, too, presently.”
“Going where?”
“To Fort Kearny, mebbe; p’r’aps to the Pawnee village.”
“As prisoners?”
“Yes, if we go thar at all, to-night.”
Then the trapper suddenly walked into the apartment which had served as Tecumseh’s stable.
Three minutes later he returned and startled the youth with cocked rifle near the door.
“Did you shoot?”
“No.”