The four volunteers unconsciously quickened their pace, and in a short time arrived at their destination to find that John Mason’s guess was correct. Major Dement was there with a spy battalion of about one hundred and fifty men.
As they rode up to the fort the first person to greet them was Walt. He had seen them coming a long way off and hastened out to meet his four friends. He was delighted to see them again and showed his pleasure plainly.
“You’re just in time to see some fun, I think,” he remarked after a few moments had elapsed and the travelers had dismounted from their ponies.
“What do you mean?” exclaimed Robert eagerly. He at once scented action and was enthusiastic at the prospect.
“Two men came in just a few minutes ago and reported that they had seen some Indians about four or five miles from here.”
“Are we going after them?” demanded Robert.
“I can’t say as to that,” replied Walt. “You’ll have to ask Major Dement.”
“You said you were hungry a little while ago, Bob,” Joseph reminded his brother.
“I know, but I’ve forgotten about that. When there is a chance of a fight I never feel like eating.”
“We’d better get something just the same,” said John Mason. “No man can fight on an empty stomach. Ask any general and he’ll tell you that.”
“You can get food right inside here,” said Walt. “Follow me and I’ll fix you up.”
No second invitation was needed and the four scouts had soon disposed of a hearty meal. Walt had left them to eat by themselves but just as they were finishing he came hurrying up with an air of satisfaction to the place where they were seated.
“If you are looking for a fight you can find one now,” he exclaimed to Robert.
“I’m ready,” cried Robert, immediately rising to his feet. “Where is it?”
“Major Dement is calling for twenty-five volunteers to go out and reconnoiter. Do you want to go?”
“Of course I do,” said Robert instantly. “Where is Major Dement?”
“Over there,” replied Walt, pointing to a man who was standing in the midst of a group of soldiers.
“I’m with you, Bob,” exclaimed Joseph, and he, too, started forward.
“Me go,” said Deerfoot quickly and he followed Joseph.
“It looks as though I’d have to go or be left alone,” laughed Mason. “How about you, Walt?”
