“Then I have Crowfoot to thank?”
“Old Joe, him tell you he bring Swiftwing,” said the old fellow quietly.
“And you have kept your promise.”
“Not for you,” Old Joe asserted. “For Dick.”
“Dick, he——”
“He make Old Joe promise.”
“But I thought——”
“You thought I did not care,” said the boy. “And yet you had snatched me from beneath the hoofs of a herd of cattle.”
“Which was no more than a fair return for the times that you kept Old Joe from letting daylight through me.”
“Joe thought he would be doing me a favor; that was why he tried to shoot you twice.”