Hank was out of his tent in an instant. Leaping to his feet he blazed away with his revolver. Its flash lit up the darkness, and was at once answered by half a dozen other flashes.
“Come on, boys!” yelled Hank. “They’re after us! I wasn’t mistaken, after all! I did see some of ’em sneaking around! Lively, now!” and he blazed away again.
“What is it?” cried Blake.
“Indians! They’re after our horses!” yelled the cowboy, as the two lads joined him.
CHAPTER II
A DARING RAID
“Where are they?”
“Which way shall we shoot?”