“Yet, scarce the country for a picnic,” I said, looking uneasily at Lois.

“Oh, Broad-brim, Broad-brim!” quoth she. “Is there any spice in life to compare to a little dash o’ danger?”

Whereat I smiled at her heartily, and said to Boyd:

“We pass not outside our lines, of course.”

“Oh, no!” he answered carelessly. Which left me still reluctant and unconvinced. But he walked forward with Lana through the open forest, and I followed beside Lois; and, without any signal from me my Indians quietly glided out ahead, silently extending as flankers on either side.

“Do you notice what they are about?” said I sourly. “Even here within whisper of the fort?”