“Well, it’s not exactly regular, Mr. King, but perhaps the pony was stolen from this rancher—eh?” the C. O. grinned.
“Perhaps,” agreed King.
“Very well, you may return it to its owner.”
“Thank you, sir!”
“Here are the scouts,” said the C. O. “Return to your troops, and be ready to move out at once!”
Two Apaches approached the commanding officer. They wore the red head-bands of government scouts.
“Well?” demanded the officer. “Did you find Geronimo?”
“Him gone,” said one of the scouts.
“Gone! Where in hell has he gone?”
“Mebby so there,” he pointed to the canyon behind them.