GODS OR SOMETHING "Well, here we are," Johnny announced with more cheerfulness than the occasion warranted.

"Now what ?" Bland was staring slack-jawed after the squaws.

"Wasn't them Injuns ?" he wanted to know, and his voice showed some anxiety.

"We want to get outa here, bo, while the gittin's good.

You bring any guns ?" His pale eyes turned to Johnny's face.