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 dollar-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!” 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 
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