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or a half finished, they would be in a much better condition to
receive the attack of the Apaches than if compelled to place their heavy luggage-wagons
in a semi-circle and fight from behind them.
"The gentleman spakes the thruth," muttered Mickey, as he walked along, "and I'm not
the one to forgit such a favor, when he took so much pains to tell me. I'll remember and

fix a watch in the wood."
CHAPTER III
FRED GOES ON GUARD
Mickey O'Rooney, fully believing the warning of the hunter, could not but feel deeply
anxious for the safety of himself and those around him. He was particularly concerned for
his young friend, Fred Munson, who had been committed to his charge.
"It's myself that is the only one he has to look after him, and if I does n't attend to my
dooty, there's no telling what may become of it, and be the same towken, I can't say
what'll become of him if I does attend to the same. Whisht! there."
The last exclamation was uttered to Caleb Barnwell, whom he approached at that moment.
The leader stepped aside a few minutes, and they conferred together. The Irishman
impressed upon the leader the warning he had received from the hunter, and Barnwell
admitted that there might be grounds for the fear, but he added that he was doing all he
could to guard against it. At Mickey's suggestion, he sent two of his most trustworthy
men to the woods to keep watch, while a third was stationed on some elevated ground
beyond, where he commanded an extensive view of the surrounding prairie. As this was
to be a permanent arrangement, it would seem that he had taken all reasonable
precautions. Not a suspicious sign was seen through the day.
When night came, the two men were called in, and Mickey O'Rooney, Fred Munson, and
a man named Thompson went on duty. As two was the regular number at night, it will be
seen that the boy was an extra. "We're to come in at one o'clock," he said, in reply to the
remonstrance of his friend, "and I'm sure I can keep awake that long. I believe the Indians
will be around to-night, and I won't be able to sleep if I go into the wagon."
Mickey had not yet learned how to refuse the boy, and so he took him along.
Thompson was a powerful, stalwart man, who had joined the party in Nebraska, and who
was supposed to have considerable knowledge of the frontier and its ways. He had
proved himself a good shot, and, on more than one occasion, had displayed such coolness
and self-possession in critical moments, that he was counted one of the most valuable
men in the entire company.
The sentinels were stationed on the other side of the wood, Mickey at one corner,
Thompson at another, with Fred about half way between, something like a hundred yards
separating them from each other.
It must be said that, so far as it was possible, Fred Munson was furnished with every
advantage that he could require. He had a rifle suited to his size and strength, but it was
one of the best ever made, and long-continued and careful practice had made him quite
skillful in handling it. Besides this, both he and Mickey were provided each with the
fleetest and most intelligent mustang that money could purchase, and when mounted and

with a fair field before them, they had little to fear from the pursuit of the Apaches and
Comanches.
But it is the Indian's treacherous, cat-like nature that makes him so dangerous, and
against his wonderful cunning all the precautions of the white men are frequently in vain.
"Now, Fred," said Mickey, after they had left Thompson, as he was on the point of
leaving the boy," I don't feel exactly aisy 'bout laving you here, as me mother used to
observe when she wint out from the house, while I remained behind with the vittles. If
one of the spalpeens should slip up and find you asleep, he'd never let you wake up."
"You need n't be afraid of my going to sleep," replied Fred, in a voice of self-confidence.
"I know what the danger is too well."
With a few more words they separated, and each took his station, the Irishman somewhat
consoled by the fact that from where he stood he was able, he believed, to cover the
position of the lad.
The moon overhead was gibbous, and there were no clouds in the sky. Thompson's place
was such that he was close to the river, which flowed on his right, and he had that stream
and the prairie in his front at his command. Mickey O'Rooney, being upon the extreme