"But Ulna get away."
"Yes."
"You help him."
"I did."
"Then you take Ulna's place. You all same like Ulna to us. We take you to Apaches, way off," and the chief waved his hands to the south where the purple peaks of the San Francisco range could be seen rising into the bluest of blue skies.
"Would you kill a man because he loved his friend?" asked Sam with a calmness of manner that did not at all indicate his feelings.
"When man's friend my foe—yes."
"But Ulna would not do that."
"You think so."
"I am sure he would not."