t we are losing time," cried Bart. "Is there any danger?"

"Yes, lots."

"Where?"

"Everywhere."

"But can you see immediate danger?" cried Bart impatiently.

"Yes; see it as plain as plain."

"But where? No; don't tell me. I see it," cried Bart excitedly.

"Not you, young master! where?"

"Right away off from your right shoulder, like a little train of ants
crawling over a brown path. I can see: there are men and horses. Is it
a waggon-train? No, I am sure now. Miles away. They are Indians."

"Ha, ha, ha!" laughed Joses. "That's better. That's a good lesson
before breakfast, and without a spy-glass. I shall make a man of you
yet, Master Bart."

"Which way are they going?"

"Nay, I shan't tell you, my lad. That's for you to find out."

"Well, I will directly," said Bart, shading his eyes. "Where are we
now? Oh, I see. Now I know. No; I don't, they move so slowly. Yes, I
can see. They are going towards the north, Joses."

"Nor'-west, my lad," said the frontier man; "but that was a pretty good
hit you made. Now what was the good of my telling you all that, and
letting you be a baby when I want to see you a man."

"We've lost ever so much time, Joses."

"Nay, we have not, my lad; we've gained time, and your eyes have had
such a eddication this morning as can't be beat."

"Well, let's get back now. I suppose we may get up and walk."

"Walk! what, do you want to have the Injuns back on us?"

"They could not see us here."

"Not see us! Do you suppose they're not sharper than that. Nay, my
lad, when the Injuns come down upon us let's have it by accident. Don't
let's bring 'em down upon us because we have been foolish."

Bart could not help thinking that there was an excess of care upon his
companion's side, and said so.

"When you know the Injuns as well as I do, my lad, you won't think it
possible to be too particular. But look here--you can see the Injuns
out there, can't you?"

"Yes, but they look like ants or flies."

"I don't care what they look like. I only say you can see them, can't
you?"

"Yes."

"And you know Injuns' eyes and ears are sharper than ours?"

"Not than yours."

"Well, I know that they are sharper than yours, Master Bart," said
Joses, with a chuckle; "and now look here--if you can see them out there
against the dry brown plain miles away, don't you think they could see
us stuck up against the sky here in the bright morning sunshine, all
this hei