“I thought so as soon as he began to brag so much.”

“I believed his yarns at first,” admitted Joshua.  “I thought he was rather a dangerous fellow to travel with.”

“He looked like a desperado, certainly,” said Joe, “but appearances are deceitful.  It’s all swagger and no real courage.”

“Well, what shall we do now, Joe?”

“Lie down again and go to sleep.”

“The man’s gone off without his revolver.”

“He’ll be back for it within a day or two.  We shall be sure to fall in with him again.  I shan’t lose my sleep worrying about him.”

The two threw themselves once more on the ground, and were soon fast asleep.

* * * * *

Joe proved to be correct in his prediction concerning the reappearance of their terrified companion.

The next morning, when they were sitting at breakfast—­that is, sitting under a tree with their repast spread out on a paper between them—­the man from Pike County rode up.  He looked haggard, as well he might, not having ventured to sleep for fear of the Indians, and his horse seemed weary and dragged out.

“Where have you been?” asked Mr. Bickford innocently.

“Chasin’ the Indians,” said the Rip-tail Roarer, swinging himself from his saddle.

“Sho!  Be there any Indians about here?”

“Didn’t you hear them last night?” inquired the man from Pike.

“No.”

“Nor you?” turning to Joe.

“I heard nothing of any Indians,” replied Joe truthfully.

“Then all I can say is, strangers, that you sleep uncommon sound.”

“Nothing wakes me up,” said Bickford.  “What about them Indians?  Did you railly see any?”

“I rather think I did,” said the man from Pike.  “It couldn’t have been much after midnight when I was aroused by their war-whoop.  Starting up, I saw twenty of the red devils riding through the canon.”

“Were you afraid?”

“Afraid!” exclaimed the man from Pike contemptuously.   “The Rip-tail
Roarer knows not fear.   I can whip my weight in wildcats------”

“Yes, I know you can,” interrupted Joshua.  “You told us so yesterday.”

The man from Pike seemed rather annoyed at the interruption, but as Mr. Bickford appeared to credit his statement he had no excuse for quarreling.

He proceeded.

“Instantly I sprung to the back of my steed and gave them chase.”

“Did they see you?”

“They did.”

“Why didn’t they turn upon you?  You said there were twenty of them.”

“Why?” repeated the Pike man boastfully.  “They were afraid.  They recognized me as the Rip-tail Roarer.  They knew that I had sent more than fifty Indians to the happy hunting-grounds, and alone as I was they fled.”

“Sho!”

“Did you kill any of them?” asked Joe.

“When I was some distance on my way I found I had left my revolver behind.  Did you find it, stranger?”