“One year older than I am.”
“The boy we saw with the old Indian!” exclaimed Bart.
“The boy who saved my life!” said Merry, who then told Felicia what had happened at the entrance to the valley.
“That was Dick!” she cried, “and that was Old Joe! But why did Old Joe want to shoot at you?” she speculated, her face clouding. “He is papa’s friend.”
“He must have thought me your father’s enemy,” spoke Frank.
“He must,” nodded Felicia gravely. “Old Joe would not wish to shoot a friend.”
“The mystery of the Indian and the boy is solved,” said Merry.
“Still, it’s rather singular,” muttered Bart. “Why should Delores let the boy go with that old savage?”
“Papa sent Dick away with Old Joe,” put in Felicia.
“Sent him away?”