ing light was spooky, but it was of live 

 Indians, not dead ones, that I was 

 thinking. 



There is a time for all things, and 

 clearly this was the time to go back to 

 Severin's doUar-a-day Palace Hotel. 

 I started for the bicycles when two 

 black specks appeared on the horizon 

 and grew rapidly larger. They could 

 be nothing but two men on horseback 

 approaching at a furious gallop. It 

 was but yaller-covered-novel justice that 

 they should be Indians. 



"Quick, Burfield, get out of that 

 tree on the other side I " It did not 

 take a second for man and tree to be 

 quit of each other, at the imminent 

 risk of broken bones. I started again 

 for the wheels. 



" Stay where you are," said Bur- 

 field ; " we could never get away on 



