"It's my trade.

It was my purpose to warn 'em before I met you, but I feared they would not listen to me.

Now, the words of four may sound more real to 'em than the words of one." "Then lead the way," said Willet.

"'Tis not a time to linger." Black Rifle, without another word, threw his rifle over his shoulder and started toward the north, the others falling into Indian file behind him.

A light, pleased smile played over his massive and rugged features.