As the sun grew hotter the sand seemed to grow heavier.
How glad they would be to find their home!
CHAPTER III
THE TOWER
As they stopped a moment to rest under some sage-bushes, they saw something which frightened them.
A band of fierce Indians was coming toward them.
The Indians had paint on their faces and bows in their hands. They had long black hair like Teni’s, but their skin was much darker.
Mavo clung to Teni, and both crouched behind the bushes.
They did not speak, for fear the Indians might hear them.