At the first clatter of running footsteps on the porch, she and Peaceful pushed back their chairs instinctively.
The runner was Donny, and every freckle stood out distinctly upon his face.
"There's four of 'em, papa!" he shouted, all in one breath.

"They're jumpin' the ranch for placer claims.

They said so.

Each one's got a claim, and they're campin' on the corners, so they'll be close together.
They're goin' to wash gold.

Good Injun--" "Oh!" screamed Evadna suddenly.