"But I am an Apache. I have forfeited my life. I would take yours if I could. Why stay your hand? This is not the warfare that our fathers practised," said the astonished Apache.
"No, nor shall I ever practice such a warfare. Yet for the life I spare I would ask a favor."
"What is it?"
"Return to Blanco and tell him that the people now in his hands mean no harm. Tell him that if he guides them to Hurley's Gulch he will be well paid. Tell him that if he harms them, the whites will make war, nor stay their hands while there is an Apache left in the Mogollon Mountains."
With the last word Ulna waved his hand to the brave and sped away again to the eastward with the same tireless spring.
Ulna was miles away when the three Apaches, who had started out with the wounded man, made their appearance.
"Where is the Ute?" they asked.
"Gone," was the reply.
"And your arms?"
"They are gone, too."