that I was in the least upset by the red 

 men's onset. Forty feet, thirty — on 

 they came — ten — were they going to 

 run us down? 



Five feet full in front of us they 

 pulled in their horses to a dead stop — 

 unpleasantly close, unpleasantly sud- 

 den. Then there was an electric si- 

 lence, such as comes between the light- 

 ning's flash and the thunder's crack. 

 The Indians glared at us. . We stared 

 at the Indians, each measuring the 

 other. Not a sound broke the still- 

 ness of that desolate spot, save the 

 noisy panting of the horses as they 

 stood, still braced from the shock of 

 the sudden stop. 



For three interminable minutes we 

 faced each other without a move. 

 Then one of the Indians slowly roved 

 his eyes all over the place, searching 



