"He doesn't seem to be having much trouble. I can't see any of the Indians now."
"No, they're probably hiding down in the grass, waiting for a chance to make a raid. I wonder how many there are?"
"Quite a bunch, I should say, from the shooting. Here comes Hank now."
As he spoke, the cowboy appeared, leading by their long tether ropes the riding ponies and the pack animals. The steeds showed signs of their recent excitement. Had it not been for the alarm they gave they might have been stolen without our friends being any the wiser.
"See any of 'em, Hank?" questioned Joe.
"No, but they're there, all right. Boys, there may be some hot work ahead of us. You want to get ready for it."
"Do—do you think they'll shoot?" asked Blake.
"Well, they'll do their best to get our things away from us," was the answer. "They're desperate, I'm afraid."
Hank busied himself tethering the steeds nearer the temporary camp, while Joe and Blake finished their labors in building a defense against the possible rush of the redmen.
This was hardly finished, and they had scarcely collected a pile of brush to make a bright fire, if necessary, when there arose all around fierce
