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 2? 
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 tthe 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 
~commomm zg /L 
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