“The Indian tribes in the mountains,” answered Benson with quiet determination.
“That will be just like chasing thistle down,” and Hickman's grin widened.
“Then I'll chase it!” said Benson shortly.
“And never come up with it.”
“That remains to be seen.”
“Even if you manage to locate the different camps, you don't suppose, do you, that any redskin will own up he's had a hand in doing away with your friends? And if you venture in among them, what's to hinder them from serving you some trick?”
“That's a risk I shall have to take.”
“I guess you'll find it's more than a risk—”
“Of course, if you prefer not to accompany me—” began Benson.
“Oh, I ain't afraid. It would take right smart to scare Bill Hickman, and Brigham's appointed me to see that no harm comes to you.”