"Come quickly; here are great clusters of wild clematis and goldenrod.

How lovely! Let us gather a quantity." The young men had almost buried the girls under huge masses of the beautiful flowers, when the soft tread of moccasined feet caused them all to turn in surprise.

Six savages stood waist-deep in the bushes, where they had lain concealed.

Fierce, painted visages scowled from behind leveled rifles.
"Don't yell!" cried a hoarse voice in English.

Following the voice came a snapping of twigs, and then two other figures came into view.
They were Girty and Silvertip.
"Don't yell, er I'll leave you layin' here fer the buzzards," said the renegade.