What do you think,
Mr. Black?"
"This is new business to me, boys," was the reply. "I'll have to
leave it to you."
"What's the matter with my going on a scout?" asked Billie.
"Nothing the matter with your going," laughed Adrian, "but there
might be with your coming back. No, I shall have to go, ankle or
no ankle."
He slid from his horse, and almost before any one realized what
he was doing he had slipped away on his hands and knees.
"He is certainly a brave boy," was Josie's remark, "and I hate to
think of his taking all this risk on my account."
"Not so much risk for him as for us, I'm thinking," muttered the
old trooper. "They are looking for mounted men--if they're
looking at all--and not for crawling boys."
The old trooper was right, and ten minutes later Adrian returned
to say that there was a small body of horsemen at the next turn
of the road.
"Did you see anything of Don?" queried Billie.
"Not a sign."
"That's mighty funny. Where do you suppose he can be?"
"He may be hiding back in the woods, just as we are."
"Well," said the corporal, "now that we know where the greasers
are, what's the matter of going forward?"
"No matter at all," replied Adrian. "We can easily bear away to
the left and give them the shake, but I don't know what to do
about the others.
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