“Is it morning yet?” inquired Jeems.
“It will be night before you get up, if you don’t hustle,” warned Jo. “Better go and get your horse and join the family council.”
“There shall be no vacant chair, I’ll be there,” and Jeems rose by sections.
CHAPTER XVII
A CHASE
“Are you sure you saw that fellow, Juarez?” asked Jo.
“Certainly,” replied the chief.
“Of course he did,” said Jim. “You don’t suppose that Juarez would exclaim at a shadow. I got a glimpse of him myself.”