I didn't s'pose any of 'em was within miles of us, but it's easy to be mistaken.' "Wal, to make a long story short we didn't any of us go to sleep; the boys laughed at what I said, but the way the lieutenant acted showed 'em he believed me, and that was enough.

The Apaches come down on us that night and wiped out two of the boys.

If the lieutenant hadn't showed his good sense by believing what I told him, there wouldn't have been one of us left." Budd Hankinson then crossed his legs, extended on the ground as they were, shoved his sombrero back on his head, with his Winchester resting against the rock behind him, and smoked his pipe after the manner of a man who is pondering a puzzling question.

The latter assumed much the same position, but, having said sufficient, was not disposed to speak until after the other had given his opinion.
"Grizzly, when your leg warns you like that, does it speak plain enough to tell you the sort of danger that's coming?
Does it say what hour; where the trouble is to come from, and who them that make the trouble will be ?" "No!" replied the other, contemptuously; "how could a fellow's leg do that ?" "How could it do anything 'cept help tote him around when he wanted it to ?" "I've just explained, that twitching is a warning--that's all.

I 'spose the leg thinks that's enough; so it is." "There ain't any Apaches or Comanches in this part of the world." "But there's rustlers, and where's the ch'ice ?" "Wal, Grizzly, all I've got to say is let 'em come; it ain't the first time we've seen 'em, and we're ginerally ready for 'em.