"I have already sent word to headquarters," answered Vorlange. The lieutenant is sure to respond without delay."
"Do you reckon the boomers know we are on hand to stop them?" questioned Skimmy.
"They know nothing," answered Vorlange. "If Pawnee Brown leads his men in this direction they will fall directly into a trap—if the lieutenant does as I have advised, and I think he will."
"I hope the boomers start to fight and give us a chance to wipe 'em out," muttered Ross.
"There will be a fight started, don't you fear," answered Vorlange.
The spy meant what he said. Too cowardly to meet Pawnee Brown face to face, he wanted to make sure that the great scout should be killed.
This would happen if a battle came off, for he felt sure Tucker would do exactly as he promised.
Vorlange had determined to be on hand. Secreted in a tree or elsewhere he could fire a dozen shots or so into the air, and this would arouse both cavalrymen and boomers to think that actual hostilities had already started, and then neither side would longer hold off.
"When will the boomers move?" was one of the cavalrymen's questions.
