Na-tee-kah sprang to her feet.
"Horse come. Ugh!" and she held up her hand for silence, while Ha-ha-pah-no also arose, listening intently.
"Indian ears for it," said Jonas. "'Pears to me I can hear something now myself."
"I can't, then," said another voice. It was that of a sleepy miner, who had waked up to follow Sile, just as he had been awakened by even the noiseless movements of the squaws.
"Hark!" exclaimed Jonas.
It was the sound of galloping, and then a shrill whoop.
"Two Arrows!" screamed Na-tee-kah. "'Pache get him!"
Jonas had already thrown down the logs of wood in the opening, and now he shouted,
"Rifles, boys! Ready!"
There was a great shout from the bivouac behind them, but it seemed almost no time before a pony and his rider dashed into dim view before them, followed by a larger shadow, from which came whoop after whoop.