"Only two squaws."
The three miners dashed on a minute or so until they could turn aside among the thick-growing covers of the forest.
They rode in a little distance, until they were sure they could not be seen from the pass, then they dismounted, tethered their horses, and slipped cautiously back to crouch among some dense bushes among the rocks within a few yards of the path by which any one coming up the gap must needs ride.
"We'll get 'em."
"Learn all we want to."
"Hullo, Bill, can see 'em. That ain't all—thar's some kind of a brave not fur behind 'em."
"I see. Only one. Well, we kin take him too."
"Take him! Bah! knock him on the head. I don't exactly like to fire a gun just here."
"Old Skinner'd kill ye if ye gave that kind of warnin' to a crowd of red-skins."
"Mebbe there isn't any."