In those two buildings three hundred Pueblo Indians lived.
On the plain near the buildings spectators were already gathering, and the boys were surprised to see they were nearly all white men.
“Merry has stolen a march on us!” cried Hodge. “There he is with Inza now! He got up without awakening us, the rascal!”
“I’m glad he did,” yawned Browning. “I could sleep ten hours longer.”
“Well, you’d better do it!” came from Diamond. “Pretty soon you’ll want to sleep all the time.”
Indeed, Frank had arisen at the first hint of coming day and gone forth from the hut.
A little later, as day was breaking, Inza arose and saw him, whereupon she lost little time in preparing to come out and join him.
Frank and Inza had walked out toward a distant encampment, the picturesque tepees being of great interest to them. On their way they met a man who was strolling about with his hands in his pockets, seemingly enjoying the morning air. A silk hat was set upon the back of his head.
It was Dan Carver.
“Good-morning,” said Carver, lifting his hat. “We meet again.”