Chapter 72 No.72

"What are you talking about?" asked young Mayne sharply.

"It is not the white men's camp that is burning, but our own. It is clear that our brethren have not come, as we had hoped. There are over seventy of the miners, and you are but eighteen. They will massacre you."

"Ride on, and hold your stupid tongue," said the sailor. But the redskin s