CHAPTER XVI.
THE PURSUIT.
The young Texan had not dreamed of being followed so soon by Persimmon Bill and his Indians, and he had lain down to sleep as honestly and confidently as Willie Pond, when he dropped down by the saddles and pack.
He was aroused by a touch on his shoulder, when he awoke and was surprised to find Bill and Addie Neidic standing by his side.
"Where are your Indians ?" was the first question the Texan asked, as Bill whispered, in a low tone: "I am here.

I have followed the trail a little sooner than I thought I would.

The Indians are in the ravine waiting for my signal to come in and let their horses feed and rest before we attack.

Where is your friend ?" continued Bill.
"Sound asleep under that tree up there.

He sleeps like a log, and will not wake till I shake him up.