rses. 'Injins,' says I, and chucks a lot of
wet sand and gravel over the fire, which was fortunately a small one. I
knew, in course, if they came close that way, as they would see it; but
if they passed at some distance they would not notice us. Then Rube and
I bounded into the water, and laid down close under a high bank, where
the grass grew long, and drooped over to the water so as to cover our
heads.

"We heard the redskins coming nearer and nearer, and they stopped at the
stream a quarter of a mile or so above us. We listened, I can tell you,
for the sound of their going on again; but no such luck, and after a
quarter of an hour we knew as they were going to camp there. I felt
pretty thankful as it was late in the afternoon, for I guessed, in the
first place, as they would light their fire and cook their food, so none
of them war likely to be coming down our way until it was after dark.

"We waited and waited, till it got quite dark; then we followed the
stream down for another four or five miles, and then took to the plains
again. It was another three days afore we fell in with a party of
Cheyennes. It seemed as how most of those we had been with had been
killed by the Utes; the others had taken the news home, and the whole
tribe had been turned out. We war pretty well done up, but the chief
dismounted two of his men and put us on their horses, and we set off at
once. We knew pretty well the line that the party as was following us
had taken, and the next night we saw the fires of their camp, and you
bet not one of them went home to tell the tale."

"That was a narrow escape indeed, Abe," Frank said.

"It war all that. It war lucky that it war late afore the hunt began; if
it had been early in the day nothing could have saved us--onless, of
course, our horses had been fresh, and faster than those of the Utes,
and then we should have made straight away instead of getting into the
herd."

"They don't seem to go as fast as a horse, Abe. I seemed to keep up
quite easily with that bull I shot."

"Yes, for a burst a horse is faster than a buffalo, but when they once
gets going on a downright stampede they will tire out any horse, and go
well-nigh as fast too. I tell you you have to be pretty spry, even if
you are well-mounted, when a downright big herd, well on the stampede,
comes on you. It's a terrible sight, and it makes one tingle, I can tell
you, especially as the horse is pretty nigh mad with fear."

"It mu