“’Spose de Injins lick us?” asked Jethro in a trembling voice. Alden shrugged his shoulders. “That will be the end; they won’t spare a man, woman or child; you are the only colored member of the party and you know an Indian hates a black man like poison.” “Am you suah ob dat?” “I have been told so by those who know.” “Why do dey feel dat way?” asked the scared youth. “I can’t explain it; they seem to have a deep prejudice against all American citizens of African descent. I have met some white men who feel the same way.” “Can’t you manage to explanify to de red gemman dat dar ain’t no reason for dar dislike ob us colored folks?” “I am afraid that no explanation will help, Jeth; make up your mind, as I said, to put up the best fight you can and if you have to go down, do so with colors flying.” CHAPTER V ON GUARD Shagbark kept continually scanning the horizon in all directions. It lacked an hour of sunset when the flickering forms to the northwest passed over the rim of vision. But the guide was not misled by the fact. He thought it likely that some of the red men, whose tribe he did not know, had galloped farther away, fearing they had been observed by the emigrants. Even in those days, the dusky rangers of the plains knew of the artificial eyes used by the whites, which enabled them to see far beyond the unaided vision. The trapper rode some distance out on the plain, and made complete circuit of the camp. He studied every point of the compass and with his permission, Alden Payne was his companion on the brief ride. The company halted earlier than usual, and every preparation was made against attack. Alden with his glass was no more successful than the glum old fellow, who used only the power that nature gave him. “I can’t catch a glimpse of them,” remarked the lad when the circuit was completed, and he lowered his instrument. “Hooh! ye needn’t tell me that; if the varmints was to be seed I’d seed ’em.” The six lumbering wagons were drawn up in a circle, the space inside being about a hundred feet across. In the center of this a fire was kindled from the driftwood brought from the bank of the Platte, where all the animals were allowed to drink, after which a number of vessels were filled and brought to camp. While the water was roiled and not specially attractive in appearance, no one felt any objection to it. As one of the men remarked, it “beat a raging thirst all hollow.” Over the fire several of the women busied themselves boiling coffee and cooking venison from the game that was shot that morning. As has been intimated, the company carried a reserve of food, in the form of bread and jerked beef, but it was not thought prudent to draw upon it until no choice was left. There was an abundance of sugar, salt and various spices, and enough tea and coffee to last the entire journey, provided it was not lengthened beyond expectation.