moist with sweat, ready to eat and sleep, and eager to fight.
Addressing Gauche, who had followed him, and speaking loudly for the benefit of all, Bridger said: "Now we have cured your sick we will go. Last night my medicine told me that you had made a new medicine, one that was very strong and would bring you many horses and Blackfeet scalps. Now we want our horses at once."
"If the white men will rest one sleep—" Gauche began.
"Then the Lance would fall sick again. My medicine says it must go," cut in Bridger. "Bring our horses."
Gauche gave an order and the two animals were produced. Taking their rifles, the white men led their horses through the camp, nor did they hear any voice demanding they be held for ransom. Not until they were well beyond the tents did they mount. Bridger rode rapidly for the river and would have turned up-stream had not the sound of music caused him to rein in and stare, down the river-road in amazement.
"That ain't no Injun music!" he exclaimed.
"Drums, bells, violin and a clarionet," checked off Lander, his eyes lighting.
