shouts. At the same time there was a fusillade of shots; but, as far as could be seen, all the Indians were firing in the air.
"Look out!" yelled Hank. "They're going to rush us!"
Before he ceased speaking there was the sound of many feet running forward. The shooting and shouting redoubled in volume, and the restless animals tried to break loose.
"The imps!" cried Hank. "They're trying to stampede our animals, just as they did the cattle that time. Look out, boys!"
But nothing could be done against such numbers. The camp was overwhelmed in a daring raid, and though the boys and Hank did all they could, firing wildly in the air, they could not stand off the attack. Strangely enough, no effort was made to mistreat the boys or their companion. The Indians simply rushed over them and made for the pile of goods in the rear of the tents. They did not even seem to be after the horses.
"Stop 'em!" cried Blake. "They'll take all our things!"
"Our cameras!" yelled Joe. "They may break 'em!"
Hank had all he could do to restrain the wild steeds, which sought to break loose.
The rush was over almost as quickly as it had
