The U.P. Trail
Horn lifted his arms high. The other men uttered exclamations of amaze and dread. The women were silent.
"Did you see them?" asked Horn.
"Yes, from a ridge back hyar ten miles. I saw them sneakin' along the trail an' I knowed they meant mischief. I rode along the ridges or I'd been hyar sooner."
"How many Injuns?"
"I counted fifteen. They were goin' along slow. Like as not they've sent word fer more. There's a big Sioux camp over hyar in another valley."
"Are these Sioux on the war-path?"
"I saw dead an' scalped white men a few days back," replied Slingerland.
Horn grew as black as a thundercloud, and he cursed the group of pale-faced men who had elected to journey eastward with him.
"You'll hev to fight," he ended, brutally, "an' thet'll be some satisfaction to me."
"Horn, there's soldiers over hyar in camp," went on Slingerland. "Do you want me to ride after them?"
"Soldiers!" ejaculated Horn.