"Well, no one in this family will go unless you all get into bed inside
of the next five minutes," said Mr. Brewster. "Don't take time to use
cold cream and wrinkle plasters this night."
Laughingly, the girls said good-night and left the two adult Brewsters
alone. The moment the door closed upon the last girl, Mrs. Brewster
made sure that Sary was in her room with the door closed, and then she
tiptoed back to join her husband. She spoke in a whisper.
"Sam, do you really think there will be any danger of claim-jumpers,
to-morrow, on Top Notch?"
"There's always trouble where gold is to be had," returned Mr.
Brewster, seriously.
"But I mean, do you apprehend it and thus asked the Sheriff and his men
to ride with us?"
"Simms and the Sheriff think so. It was his idea to prepare against any
surprises along the road, and after we get there. But it was the
Sheriff's idea to get Rattlesnake Mike to guide us, and hire him to
cook while we are in camp. Mike is an honest Indian, you know, Mary,
and we may need one who is as good a woodsman as he is."
"Well, Sam, if I thought there was to be the slightest risk to these
girls, in any way whatever, I should refuse to allow them to go to-
morrow," declared Mrs. Brewster.
You don't think that I would consent to have Polly go if I thought
there was to be any trouble do you? All the gold in the earth wouldn't
bribe me to do such a foolish thing.
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