"Coming right along up. All we've got to do is to 'bush our horses, and let 'em git past us."
"Only two squaws."
The three miners dashed on a minute or so till they could turn aside among the thick-growing cover of the forest.
They rode in a little distance, till 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, I 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 redskins."