A minute later Kit started forward again; but soon halted so suddenly that Cohoon unaware of his action brought up against him.
“What up?” queried the Indian.
“The Modocs have taken possession of the mouth of this passage, and are fighting our boys from thence.”
The Warm Spring Indian gritted his teeth.
“How many Modocs?” he asked.
“Don’t know, but I’ll see.”
The scout left ’Reesa with Cohoon, and crawled forward. But he soon returned, and reported five savages at the mouth of the corridor.
“We run through them!” said Cohoon.
But the scout, thinking of his daughter, hesitated.
“Father, arm me,” she cried. “You know I can shoot.”