CHAPTER VI
WITHIN THE FORT
"Anything doing?" inquired Jim.
"I saw one Indian," I replied, "when I went down to the end of the rock trail and I hit him with a stone."
"Struck him out the first thing," grinned Jim.
"Sure."
"Well, no stones for me," said Jim, "if I see one of those red beggars I will give him the lead."
"How did you sleep?" I asked.
"Fine," he replied, "why not? That brush was soft and the fire kept me comfortable."